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Live at the Orange Hall

by blackoutbeach

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It was early in the morning When the battle horse arrived And he embraced Sarah The bride of his old age And Sarah hugged Billy Who was born of her sweet womb And nobody will die Well, I got money in my hand It was silence that begot them The purpose of their ways Lord, The Father, The Begger, and his hands From that time the post will pull And push against the sky Oh baby, I know the night's too slow And nobody will die Well, I got money in my hand
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'Biloxi, in a grove, cleans out his eyes' This is the cleft where she fell I found her at the bottom of some small canyon on the floor I remember you as cold so I turned the heat to your legs: oh Donna I was so much less than the sun she's going to be better than she could ever seem when she blows her flame man It's like she knows you're watching the days turn into flame Donna's oh got a right to look into glass tubes but the prisoner is a like a dock in a bay Donna rose defiled the flowers picked a pink flower from the country fields and if you love me you'll be on fire undone country: i'm on a base we don't feel disdain you didn't mean it when we stayed on fire even Dido never stayed on fire but Donna cares that's why I care back there's a hundred roads there's a hundred flames clean out my eyes return her gaze (daddy always) I see my life is made of rain
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The Whistle 04:19
'The Whistle' I HEARD THE DAY OF OUR NIGHT SHALL START WITH THE SETTING OF THE SUN AND THE HARDSHIP OF LABOR SHALL FOR THREE BLESSED HOURS BE UNDONE I WALK INTO THE GOSSIP, FULFILL MY NEEDS, EAT TO SATIATE THAT WHICH HAS FLOWN RUB MY DIRTY FINGERS UPON THE DENIM THAT SHALL ONE DAY BE CASHMERE, AND FIND THE CASH FOR THE PHONE CALL DONNA SAY I AM TIRED CALL HER EVERY NIGHT, BEACHES SOUND THE SAME OVER THE PHONE JUST ALOT OF LAUGHTER AND sunlight and WILLIAM: HER BOYFRIEND FEELING HER UP so tacky so SHE GROANS SO I LAUGH; AN OLD FRIEND, BUT FUCKING WILLIAM: I SHALL CRACK HIS NECK AND PERFORM ONE MILLION CASTRATIONS WITH HIS BONES NO I WON'T NO I WON'T I SHALL DESCEND INTO MY BUNK AND WONDER AT THE COLD AND WONDER THAT anything has ever happened BEFORE THIS DATE TO MAKE ME FEEEL UNCOLD I REMEMBER MY YOUTH: SEEING SOME GREAT SCAPE, SOME SINLESS PLOT OF DAWN'S NAPE SOME STRETCH OF WHITE DAWN LIT TIP OR CAPE OR HORN OR FROSTY BIT OF LAND'S LAST HEAD OF STATE SEEING MYSELF BUNDLED SOME BLIND YOUTH THINKING THAT ALL LAND COULD JUST BE SURVEYED AND NOT YOU KNOW DUG UP: SURE DONNA YOU CAN BORROW 200 BUCKS, REAGAN SUCKS, THE WEATHER SUCKS, THE BLASTED COLD CURLS MY HAND, THE QUARTERS ARE HELL TO HOLD, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU NOW, I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT WILLIAM IS THE WHORE, WILLIAM IS THE WHORE, THE SIMPERING BEAST IN A CAGE, THE BASTARD DRUNK IN THE RAGE, THE BLASTED HEATH ON THE PAGE, THE FUCKING WHIMPER FROM SOME SAGE PRETTY BOY FROM OUTSIDE OF THE CITY, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH TO KNOW, MAN, THAT CITY GIRLS ARE THE ONLY WAY TO LOSE YOURSELF IN DARKNESS MAN! WILLIAM YOU'RE GOING TO BE LOSING YOURSELF--IN DARKNESS--UNTIL THE 4TH WIND ARRIVES...
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Sophia, Donna, I was down the River waiting' I gently pour the alcohol over your wounds and watch the scars fade into time and watch the wincing fall away donna was hired to mend the flowers of my father's prized estate and when she worked it was as if we had never felt the cold we quickly came to love her but i most of all came to love her it was not easy to meet you, but in the soil I felt your fingers grope, in the virgin soil I passed through a groan attacked you with my sense of a smile you must quit this work and caress the radio's bulbs and turn the blue green dials, and notice that the blue lights are parallel and move in file with the strength of the wave
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'Cloud of Evil' And I think there was men before who were too scrambled By Donna's awesome awesome power But did any of them ever fly? and by fly I mean moving in and out of the crescents and into the indentations and the golden crescents of the sky? the pink flowers are dying but everything everywhere is occasionally getting into the dying see William see that brown speck on top of that Irish island that is sure proof man that everything is sometimes into dying I never liked that co-pilot now even less since he took my laughter and bled it upon the altar of his own designs slit my joy's neck drained it of its blood raised a sacrificial goblet to himself and the virulent power of his own fucking loins decelerate decelerate the aeroplane is diving out of gold and if we go slow enough I might drop to Bombay I might sense the green air I might be dropped out of phase I wish the pink flowers away
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This is a live record from August 2010 of the only Blackout Beach live performance, focusing on mostly tracks off of Skin of Evil, released by Soft Abuse records. I read some poems and stories. My mom did the door, and my dad was the bouncer. My friends came. It was a nice night. All tracks are 24-bit 48 whatever...

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released January 30, 2011

Megan Boddy plays the piano and sings
Melanie Campbell plays drums
Carey Mercer plays guitar and sings

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