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We Have Not Doors You Need Not Keys

by Judson Claiborne

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1.
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
2.
Palms 03:51
3.
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
4.
Doors 06:23
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?
5.
Doula 05:13
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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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
7.
Old Buddha 03:31
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)
8.
Walter 02:28
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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released July 23, 2013

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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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