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Beast of its Own Control
02:13
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I was a dog I was a fool
Stare down that red-blinking eye
Pan over clearcut such a waste
Threshed hay left uncut and undried
Cover the sun I was the burn
Golden tasseled curtain pull
Welcome the industrial churn
Golden flesh now you must be cold
I was the work I was the wool
Calloused hands made charming lines
Ragged now looking out of place
Passed on unwanted in its time
Low like a snake I was a swirl
Around another coiled up
Lifted and taken from the soil
Fixed like a flower in a cup
I am a beast of its own control but I am yoked and I am pulled
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Acheulean Handaxe
01:52
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As I did suspect you'd rather bully than barter
I suppose those country boys got it right
Red milk from red cattle and armour for the battle
Leather straps better tie them tight
Sets of multiple arms sets of multiple eyes
So why they gotta make it just one thing at a time?
Jump off a bridge to pretend you can fly
Play a fish take a big swig from the brine
Now see it feasting on lard and the butter from pigs
It's carving out a dungeon from a pile of twigs
Tells me that being lucky is a crock of shit
Just don't buck off buddy when he pulls on the bit
I want to cross the border this town is an oyster
Full of sand and spit inside
The deeper you sink you're gonna drown in the drink
With spirits we could stay up all night
When you're heavy as loss with horns made out of lead
That country boy shit never sticks in your head
Learnt it hard maybe about thirteen
Catching the hint feels like a sting from a bee
Now its breathing heavy just to melt the wax
Carving the shape of an acheulean handaxe
Throw your glass in the fire and we'll make a whole scene
Where everything around you is pouring red to the sea
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3. |
Copper and Porcelain
03:32
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What is on your mind?
I wish I knew it so intimately
In about thirty days
Your warmth escapes I'll trade my silk for fleece
Copper and porcelain
Tough as an ox you sip oversteeped tea
Where is my olive branch?
Doves up my sleeves but still I can't find peace
If this feeling had a colour
It would be grey and filled with iridescent streaks
Like all this bitumen
Pumped towards our coastline from out east
So sink down into me
On my seafloor you'll stay
It isn't good for us
But they say
There just isn't another way
Used to say you were mine
Though we both reject private property
I watered at the mouth
Now my big lakeside house sitting empty
Do what but killing time?
Tighten lids ferment and let them be
Self- and otherwise estranged
Only sorry self-hating bourgeoise
Wish we could freeze this forever
In its perfect moulded form
With hot silicone and science
We'd sculpt it sans beating core
Mummified but so attractive
Out of stock it sold a load
Free from the shade of history
In bright overhead glow
I dunno
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Citing my lines through the years
When I asked her for the time
Dressed up in the golden sun
And shining like a dime
On the mud of unwashed shores
Where we might lay our wreck
I knew you before the blood we drew
So what's the harm in killing a bug or two?
Galloping bands of imposters
Ask all to be absorbed
A rabbit's bounce does draw the fox
With salty eyes sky full of hawks
Where murder fixes all
Like a turning screw
But jealousy is a crueler beast
Whose green-eyed gaze I crave the least
More like the dragon that old Saint George slew
So what's the harm in killing a bug or two?
They would slaughter their own horses
If letting blood would quench their thirst
In a time of glittering chrome
With feral yaps at rest
Sail your ship into the evening star
Much further than we'd guessed
They have maimed the messenger
Now she don't sail no more
So slip the anchor let it all slip through
We see no harm in killing a bug or two
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5. |
Took the Wrong Way Home
01:31
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Walking back from Home Depot
I bought a tree
Heading over the Clark Street bridge
Smoking weed
Wondering how much blood I might have bled in my life
At least a bottle of wine
I took the wrong way home
I took the wrong way home
I took the wrong way home
Now my arms are sore to the bone
Ended up on Knight
Almost got hit by a truck
I said I'd be there by six
You'll think I don't give a fuck
And I'm enjoying the fall looking at all the leaves
But I don't feel like a human if I can't feel my feet
I took the wrong way home
I took the wrong way home
I took the wrong way home
Now my arms are sore to the bone
Now my legs are sore to the bone
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6. |
Utopia Limited
03:32
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Have you ever felt a horse's fur?
Soft and coarse unspoiled by words
Swirls near the hips contradict itself
Ornery towns in mountain swells
Cigarettes gumboots and spurs
Tousled forelocks matte with burrs
Rolling range of greenery
Dry blood back roads and grass to eat
The stars above too weak to work
Pour their vessels down to the earth
Joyful sound of a stray dog
Catch a poor squirrel in its jaws
Well such delight cannot be priced
The ground is red its mouth is white
So run around show off and yell
Knock nice pictures off their shelves
Do what you will sleep on a log
And soak into that fecund rot
I know I can't wait / it feels great
Better hope to God that you can keep your camera straight
Now we've been and we saw
And gee I hope we got it all 'cause I just know I won't remember
Trample the fence / Leave all your cans
Well I really hope that you would let us back in again
And you will so nod
I like it pure and unadultered / goddamn simple
Don't you go on changing nothing
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7. |
Shock Collar
02:35
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Well I've heard that the people out there don't get up
They just drive and drive and drive
It's no fair that some of us jerks gotta work
While others get to just sit around waiting to die
I watch TV almost every single night
That Jeff Probst wow what a guy
Can't say the same thing about some of the others
They bring the darkest human thoughts to my mind
Like letting blood to dye our hair with
Burning our own houses all down to ash
You've gotta stick with the numbers or you're outta the tribe
I'm not being cruel really it just comes down to that
It is our lot
That stuff we scored
Risk I an orb
Fall on your sword
Hey buddy can I mow your lawn today?
Hey come on now let me write the report
Dull compulsions beg to be supervised
Put on a shock collar now you know what you're worth
Charcoal and I'll sketch the perimeter
Knife skills watch me slice off my nose
Find a dollar sum to expense my sanity
Quit wearing glasses cause I ain't one of those (nerds)
How about it babe can I buy you a coffee?
How about I buy up this whole fucking town?
The Lives of Others seems a little quaint these days
Plug a worm into my spine then I make my rounds
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8. |
Shallow Murmuring Pool
03:37
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Muddy boots
Just like I wanted alone and all
Lost in some wood
Through marsh and bramble I did crawl
Now bandits have accosted me
What could I do with your empty sheath?
Red needles soft beneath my feet
I'm bleeding out obstinately
Tarnish the truth what luck I've found
Her ancient words did heal my wounds
Shallow murmuring pool
Take my red in your blue
Carry me off in white sheets
Lap the soles of my feet
Cast your sorcery true
Heavy to wake blink bleary eyed
Silver on top gold from the sides
Blood magic dais gagged and bound
My saviour's thrall I see she's found
From thatch and mud to marble block
I lost an eye my hair she crops
For months or years pale sketch of time
Stumble through cruel and sweet delight
Shallow murmuring pool
Do what you ask me to do
For I see no end in sight
To this black currant night
Sipping some haxan brew
Incant in honey and hushed tones
Spidery scrawl across her tome
Desperate resolve to truly be freed
Of the sap I suck stuck to her tree
For I know here ghosts and worse unseen
May chew my bones and leave them clean
So I cry the words they burn and moan
Her own dead art has slain my host
Shallow murmuring pool
Pale body 'cross from me strewn
From which foul spirits do pour
As I put weight to this door
And start on my way anew
And leave behind you
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9. |
Hecate
03:07
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Well they say
Better off and elsewhere
Hecate
Goddess of dark power
Wrap me up
In spiderwebs
Suck out my brains
And leave me dead
I think I may
Fill some better vessel
Anyways
I step out of the shower
Lonely dog
Still working afterhours
Spreadsheet numb
Project its needs
One time I saw
A mare in heat
When I was
A shy and neutral child
Piles of leaves
In July a false fall
Cottonwoods
Stretch their roots out for miles
Thirsty skim cream from the top
Then back away
You're so milksop
Guardian husk
Of some rotted castle
Is this bliss?
Thought there'd be
So much more
Than more sameness
I got so goddamn boring
Greying mask
Triplicate stare
You've got to
Set it down somewhere
Like Hercules
Destroying a pillar
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10. |
Power of Flight
02:00
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I dream that I may glide so high above this tower
Don't the people look delicious just like sprinkles on a cake?
Where petroleum disaster leaves its initials signatured
In chemical alignment all these white smears in the air
But am I there?
Am I really way up there?
It's that scene in Santa Sangre where the elephants are tortured
Forcing on me an effigy to believe it was faked
If we double up the kindling angels may read in our sirens
Drop treats down from their highest to our asphalt covered lair
But do I care?
Do I even care?
Licking memories that sting
Like beeswax holding up my wings
They say don't get close to the source
Hell I've never wanted anything more
Than otherworldliness
To be like other girls you've kissed
They say don't get close to the source
Hell I've never wanted anything more
Oh Trico
Child of pain and Beast of its Own Control
Oh Trico
If I get any closer I won't know how to let go
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Species Traitor Vancouver, British Columbia
I am a beast of its own control but I am yoked and I am pulled
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