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Criminal Makeup
06:07
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I’ll leave it up to the bees
Bloody knuckles and the knees
though somebody may sue you
I know what’s good, I put it in my body
I grew up in these woods, I don’t expect no one to know
Believe me, you won’t regret this night
I’d bring it up with the leaves
And cherry blossoms on the trees
Don’t let the logic consume you
Do it as you should, without any money
And keep knocking on wood, even though nobody’s home
Weep, drink, and will your sprit to rise
Now I’m growing tall as the weeds
Golden showers, trucker speed
You’ll bury me with pneumonia
I ain’t no prude, just ask anybody
I’ve been walking ‘round 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 you…
Are you in control of the undertow?
Do you play the role of someone who’s supposed to know?
Release me, don’t resurrect this night..
Salty, swollen
Thunder stolen
Hunted, Whorin’
Cock is crowin’
One thousand red eyes glowin’
Mama’s Moanin’
I got a raw deal, an’ was hopin’
You’d do me this solid..
Wait until the chorus
He sings - “Lick the devils burning wings, tongues untethered to love”
I have been pursued by a church of goons
I paid ‘em 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:
“Please come home my lost one. To me, come home to me”
So, are you paranoid?
No, I’m not paranoid.
All’s 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,
Don’t 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 assailant’s hand upon me
Oh, kind soul with grips removed
She left me with this song
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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
Where’s the point of trust in our wanderlust?
I have a bellyache
Where’s your body been lately?
How I long to touch your female form a’blush
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 wasn’t true?
Walk
Carry your weight
See the shadows of your work fall down freights
Pull the rug from under me
I’ve time to learn
I’ve time to grieve
How laborious
Is hanging on a grudge
I have a bellyache
I dug my hand in my cake
It didn’t 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 wasn’t 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
It’s a greasy world
Watch with a lion’s gaze
Be useful and d’well
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
It’s a greasy world
Stalk with a lion’s gait
Be truthful and d’well
If you could
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Seeing Eye Ponies
02:56
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I’m 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 there’s 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
He’ll merge with the leaf
In ecstasy
Aloft
Burning like a star
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Judson Claiborne
Judson Claiborne is the folk rock music project of Chicago-based songwriter and DJ Christopher Claiborne Salveter. Raised in a Missouri river town-turned suburb, his earliest musical influences were oldies radio and MTV’s 120 Minutes.
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