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Cardinal perched on a sycamore branch
He was searching for the lady kind
Never quite heard what the bird had said
Until I looked him dead in the eye
He flit and fluttered on his vine and swelled
Then he sang
And I sighed
As he flied
So you heard
The bird
Has a song to tell
And well
So do I!
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Walking the Dog
04:45
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I’ve been walking the dog
Though not very far and for not very long
Heard keep your word like a log
And your soil will fare good
When their wood goes to rot
You got your job in the hot
Bought a new auto and hopped on the pond
Time was a drive and a stop
Pass through the fire and pick up a cough
Body gonna move
Brain will stay, retain the image
Strum a tune
While the moon
Freaks you out
Out telling jokes on the street
I asked for a dollar, she gave me some seed
Starving, I chose to eat them instead
So now when it rains, I sprout beans from my head
And when I get back off the path
I’ll hear the dogs and the chickens, the rats
And stooped in the light on the lawn
I’ll find you crying goodbye to her ashes
Body gonna fail
Land, expand, and turn to liquid
Pretty soon
Hum a tune
If you can
Body gonna feel
Cold, alone, then blue and distant
Pay no care
When the terror
Freaks you out
Creeping sounds of mountains burning
Sleeping through the afternoon
Hey, ain't your daddy dead?
Think we seen his shrinking head
A'rollin around
And a'moanin
The blues
Still, I keep walking the dog
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3. |
The Burial Bell
03:40
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Woke up crying in a marigold field
I heard a terrible chime come from some burial hill
My feet were freezing, weeds were wound in my hair
A lonely heaven was weeping, but her sun wasn't there
Choking, naked, with a bluff in my mouth
I stumbled blind to your bed to find your room had burned down
I rolled in ashes, every inch of my skin
Until so black was the flesh, you'd never know me again
But then at last the past is where the shadow will dwell
Keep casting at it and you never will tell
But once it seals and buries in a cold dirt cell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
Time fell around me as the temple did rise
I turned as dry as a famine, grown as old as the sky
Then 'pon a hill beneath a marigold moon
They dug a hole for my shell and let me down to my tomb
And soon children playing by the marigold light
Would put an end to their game after a terrible sight
With fingers sprouting like the flowering buds
They found my rotten and clotted body, smothered in mud
But then at last the past is where the shadow will dwell
Keep casting at it and you never will tell
But once it seals and buries in a cold dirt cell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
Well I loved you from the dawning
And I'll love you when I die
Still the tongue can't convey what I've done
Or why
But then at last the past is where the shadow will dwell
Keep casting at it and you never will tell
But once it seals and buries in a cold dirt cell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
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The Manatee
03:19
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Live by the minute
Works out all right for me
If you can dig it
That's my philosophy
If not, forget it
Can't tell you how to be or see
"Man", said the manatee
"Swim through the misery"
Live by the minute
Ride on the mystery
Live by the minute
Let what will be just be
Your daddy missed it
Look how he roots for thee
Your time is ticking!
Death's death and this is brief!
But sweet
"Man", said the wise old tree
"Bloom through the agony"
Live by the minute
Soon you'll be history
It's true
Yeah, you!
Me too!
So don't go asking what it's all for
Your bucket's rusting!
And when you kick it
Death's that - and nothing more
I suppose
But who knows?
I don't
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Maria Bethania
04:34
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Everybody knows
That our cities were built to be destroyed
Everybody knows
That our cities were built to be destroyed
You get annoyed,
You buy a flat
You hide behind the mat
But I know she was
Born to have nothing to do with all of that
But I know she was
Born to have nothing to do with all of that
Maria Bethania,
Please send me a letter
I wish to know things
Are getting better
She has given her soul to the devil
But the devil gave his soul to god
She has given her soul to the devil
But the devil gave his soul to god
Before the flood,
After the blood
Before you can see
She has given her soul to the devil
And bought a flat by the sea
She has given her soul to the devil
And bought a flat by the sea
Maria Bethania,
Please send me a letter
I wish to know things
Are getting better, better, Beta, Beta
Bethania,
Please send me a letter
Everybody knows
That it's so hard to dig and get to the root
Everybody knows
That it's so hard to dig and get to the root
You eat the fruit,
You go ahead
You wake up on your bed
But I love her face
Cuz it has nothing to do with all I've said
But I love her face
Cuz it has nothing to do with all I've said
Maria Bethania,
Please send me a letter
I wish to know things
Are getting better, better, Beta, Beta
Bethania,
Please send me a letter
I wish to know things
Are getting better
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6. |
Eternal Fame
02:23
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I wanna make it like the great artists did
Always hold a cigarette
Be hip on fashion
Do cocaine
Where can I buy some cocaine?
I’m gonna try it like the fine artists did
Have several children by ten different women
Just to be safe
I’ll give em all goofy names
And when the critics ask me
"What does this piece mean?"
I’ll ask them to search internally
And I’ll present it with such poise, such wit
But in reality it won't mean shit
I'm gonna do it like the true artists did
Stand for the people but still mingle with the rich
I hate the man, man!
But that's my check in his hand!
When finally
My subversion poses too much of a threat
I’ll be exiled by the U.S. government
I’ll move to Spain
Overdose on cocaine
Die lonely, poor, and deranged
But gain my eternal fame
And I’d have made it like the great artists did
The kind of living that the fine artists lived
Oh yeah, I think I’ll make it like the great,
True artists did
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Cooking With Satan
02:38
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Buy low, sell high
A centipede between the eyes
Staring hungry at the flock
Spill the blood, improve the stock
White trash, riverboat tom sawyer
He tried to sue my voodoo lawyer
We held him up bringing home his bacon
And I cooked it mean in the kitchen with Satan
And me and him with our brackish frowns
Dressing down, sleaze broker town
We held him down, we took him out
We’re dressing down with a cell phone
Answering calls, this cooking pays
Gimme a call: 1-800-FUCKIN-A
I’ll put you in a cardboard box
Slip you out into the rocks
Sit back and watch your mama pray
Cuz fucking maggot you’re in the way
Buy low, sell high
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Glimmer (Goatland)
03:25
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Aging backward in the land of the goat
But that's the way you want it
Spouting proudly as the Ass rides you
Reality mocks the truth
And all my money's gone
Through a screen you watch the monkeys dance
Screeching, baring teeth -
You lose your pants
Next, a hairy coat accrues on you
And soon, you'll be grooving the with the monkeys too
But all my money's gone
All the money's gone
Think we lost it in the morning light
See that glimmer when you squint your eyes?
You nod your head
But nothing ever seems to happen
Upturned hanging in the age of the cross
But that's the way we want it
Praying "nation" as the Ass fucks me
And I don't want it, but how else can I eat
When all my money's gone?
The fool who makes it will be doomed to forget
The taste of eating dirt and drowning in shit
Mouth gaping open as you stare at the wall
And does he who uses not his tongue deserve one at all?
When all my money's gone?
You buy your paper with all the funnies gone
Think we lost them in the morning light
Still see that glimmer when you squint your eyes?
Just nod your head
And praise the thought without an action
You pray to Mother for another night
Her voice was ringing through an atom sky
You crawl
As skin burns into bone
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9. |
Golden Ungray
06:24
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I’m a man
Who would do anything he can for you
Hope you know that
These aren't just words
That I say
Say that I
Could one day sprout white wings and fly to you
Oh I’m sure that
I’d be there in
Half a day
Day time tries
To bring light, but all light resides
In the eyes of a face
That shines too far away from this place
I’d be lying
If I said all this night wasn't tiring
But I know in my wake
Lies a morning of golden ungray
But how long will it take
Till the rope burns to nothing?
And how long will it rain?
Man, I don't know how long
And how strong is a man?
Tell me, how many miles?
And how long will I wait?
You know, I could wait
Awhile
Just warmth and your woman
As you float down stream
Your eyes will open
And you're by yourself
But if it's all you want, man
Well holy Moses, golly gee
Find a boat then! Cast off! Set sail!
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Plateau Below Bloomington, Indiana
Primordial shriek-pop.
For booking and press contact PB: plateaubelow@gmail.com
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