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Claxxon's Lament
05:00
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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
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'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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5. |
Cloud of Evil
04:29
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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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6. |
Bushels (live)
07:09
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7. |
A Latex Ice Age
06:50
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