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Criminal Makeup
06:07
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Iāll leave it up to the bees
Bloody knuckles and the knees
though somebody may sue you
I know whatās good, I put it in my body
I grew up in these woods, I donāt expect no one to know
Believe me, you wonāt regret this night
Iād bring it up with the leaves
And cherry blossoms on the trees
Donāt let the logic consume you
Do it as you should, without any money
And keep knocking on wood, even though nobodyās home
Weep, drink, and will your sprit to rise
Now Iām growing tall as the weeds
Golden showers, trucker speed
Youāll bury me with pneumonia
I aināt no prude, just ask anybody
Iāve been walking āround nude
I got piss all over my clothes
at least we can keep each other in line
Do you hear the sound of the geese with helicopters underneath?
Animals led me to youā¦
Are you in control of the undertow?
Do you play the role of someone whoās supposed to know?
Release me, donāt resurrect this night..
Salty, swollen
Thunder stolen
Hunted, Whorinā
Cock is crowinā
One thousand red eyes glowinā
Mamaās Moaninā
I got a raw deal, anā was hopinā
Youād do me this solid..
Wait until the chorus
He sings - āLick the devils burning wings, tongues untethered to loveā
I have been pursued by a church of goons
I paid āem for their food
Paid no attention to my wounds
Police beat a criminal suite
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Palms
03:51
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Neo-Pagan Lovesong
06:03
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How lost I will be in your offerings
When death does appear in the pulpit singing:
āPlease come home my lost one. To me, come home to meā
So, are you paranoid?
No, Iām not paranoid.
Allās I hear is noise, noise, noise!
I thought I caught a glimpse of you alone in your trailer
Perhaps you saw me?
I love every inch of you, your neo-pagan love song
We could disagree with monogamy
Let sex be revealed in this homestead
Willing to grow dark, wild, and free
Young, long black haired boy,
Donāt abandon joy when all you hear is noise, noise, noise!
I burned on the fence with you
I fought in defense of you, brought your assailantās hand upon me
Oh, kind soul with grips removed
She left me with this song
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4. |
Doors
06:23
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Cough
Bury your breath
In the spatter of the earth
Understand?
Return to love
Return when we
Have not doors
You need not keys
Whereās the point of trust in our wanderlust?
I have a bellyache
Whereās your body been lately?
How I long to touch your female form aāblush
You hid the stems away
Left your flowers to haunt me
However you want to say that, I want you to
But why would you want to say that if it wasnāt true?
Walk
Carry your weight
See the shadows of your work fall down freights
Pull the rug from under me
Iāve time to learn
Iāve time to grieve
How laborious
Is hanging on a grudge
I have a bellyache
I dug my hand in my cake
It didnāt offer much
So we fell out of touch
After the second wake, I drew a map of my boundaries
However you want to say that, I want you to
But why would you want to say that if it wasnāt true?
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Doula
05:13
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Did Mary Doyle Leave for Haiti?
Maybe that mama needs some safety, sooner
Pharmaceuta-psychiatric
Wrapped in plastic, beeswax chap stick
Itās a greasy world
Watch with a lionās gaze
Be useful and dāwell
If you could
Did the feigning summer see its painting get bluer?
A distant siren sings this same thing, but rings truer
Calming cruel transgendered mystic
We dreamt of school, slept through our relationship
Itās a greasy world
Stalk with a lionās gait
Be truthful and dāwell
If you could
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Seeing Eye Ponies
02:56
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Iām drunk on American dreams, high on Canadian drugs
I fed my hunger this morning with LSD on my tongue
Hot head persimmon got night sweats
Swept me back under the rug
When Hell is as wide as an armpit
Be grateful whenever thereās love
Seeing eye ponies will suffer the human
Revealed in windshields, our lack of devotion
I was a nail in your coffin
No stained glass mahogany floors
More like a buzzing in your beard
You shaved out right down to the pore
Ease up from trouble so obvious
Turn down your troubling song
Bring back Ananda the communist
Bring back the people I know
Seeing eye ponies will suffer the human
Revealed in windshields, our spiritual window shopping
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Old Buddha
03:31
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Hey, are you talking about Old Buddha?
Old Buddha is no Buddha
Real Buddha is a fish
just netted, leaping and jumping
- Unknown (16th Century)
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Walter
02:28
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This morning
On this bedroom floor
Be witness
To a cat named Walter
Give himself completely to a dead leaf
That was ushered in
By Novembers wind
From the top of a concrete stair
Heāll merge with the leaf
In ecstasy
Aloft
Burning like a star
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Judson Claiborne
Christopher Salveter adopted the ancestral songwriting moniker of Judson Claiborne in his mid twenties following the breakup of his band, Low Skies. Beaconed by Chicagoās art-rock bands and labels of the 1990s, Salveter moved to the city of wind from Missouri in the year 2000. ... more
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