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dissection wise
half onion stone
stuff your mattress
loose dog loose
waking to a pirate's breath
hot and sour on the nape of your neck
calls you by your mother's name
trout belly silk, a brace of shakes
tell your man my hands are itching
lose your shame, see it slow
two lane cyclone red
let your backbone ease
let your hands forget
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Nervous John rescues all the whores
Bleeding nose and all
Taste of metal, when you're hit straight on
Frozen dimes and throwing flashes
Clouds of angels liquored pink and
underage
Steal your sweet decline
This is the longest goodbye
Loose brakes on a one eyed continental
Engine willing, Interior stained
China rattles wish
The cold pacific shallows
Spells and fits, resurrected
Calls you in
Steal your sweet decline
This is the longest goodbye
Aching to get your pocket picked
Bottles and bones, shade and sympathy
Kick the glass out of your path
Calls you in
Traps for your fingers
Fire for your mouth
Stones for your passage
Brass for your jaded
Underneath the baking clouds and
hardening starless skies
Lick your collarbone clean
And repeat.
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there's no light in the window, holes in the plot
soaked in the sound, waiting to be found
with your heart attack shoulders, the parking lot shakes
you come like a natural disaster
the fisherman's wife sends you out to sea with more requests
you bite like a hammer but you don't mean a thing
the cardinal staggers, vinegar skies
burned up carpet, lazy to change
the cashier grins an electrical storm
dizzy and shortchanged charms you blind
when you fall, you fall like fists of snow soaked in turpentine
paul and silas soaked in the sound
you're a razor in the silk aching to be found
no light (4x)
the fisherman's wife sends you out to sea with more requests
what else is there left to do, but love
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the porno starlet hovers in the eaves
watching her own body fake and writhe
mascara around her cataract eyes, bruises on her knees
she goes home to a rodeo clown
pissing on his hands for luck
dragging from the balls of a bull
concussion barrel sings
make you mean, half a lie
sugar and milk baked into your steel
save a peace, a peace for home
unbroken streak, sleepwalk through
starting to believe your own eyes
the plans are tearing in the wind
a steamboat lands on a flypaper bed
sink down into you
powder moth, save my page
sad decoration, horse sized pill
save a peace, a peace for home
unbroken streak, sleepwalk through
the porno starlet hovers in the eaves
watching her own body fake and writhe
mascara around her cataract eyes, bruises on her knees
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maizee, don't wait around
steal another day
competition dancers drop and snap their necks and fold
shade too careful when you come
weather slices through your ghost
open your mouth, what are you wrecking now?
1/2 assed translation thrown
all your devices laid
weather holds you like a child
then puts you back down
never could pull the trigger, even if you tried
open your mouth, what are you wrecking now?
small behind the metal
swallow everything
cello words to noise
ripening and laced
the satellites are growing vines
...what are you wrecking now
...careful when you come
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warm your hands, a smokestack heart
swear on your cloudy eyes
someone's talking through your mouth
some monkeys sleep through anything
easter postcards, cloudy eyes
just more to stick to, just more slow
seen you coming, heard the noise
to tease you off your slow right hand
chew your stiches, airport days
leave you safe and come back old
the house got small, you taste the same
some monkeys sleep through anything
easter island, wicked heel
cotton thorn, sweet perfume
seen you coming, heard the noise
slow right hand (6x)
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yellow moon deflates, bless the broken wheel
cold bath and silver rain
a belly full of swans, St. Augustine
nesting in the rafters
a salted notion's bride in a brace of shakes
shot better when your blind
the temperature divides
fevers grow their own hands
silver rain, salt and fire
bullet holes, the light pokes through
water finds an old diviner
water finds an old diviner
a belly full of dimes, St. Augustine takes to water sweetly
Indiana plates on Chinese drivers
hydrant drains the lake, divinity is diced
the temperature divides, the vacant corners take
shot better when you're blind again
silver rain, salt and fire
bullet holes, the light pokes through
water finds an old diviner
water finds an old diviner
silver rain, salt and fire
bullet holes, the light pokes through
water finds an old diviner
water finds an old diviner
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the missionary's on the way home
pistol grey, heart and lungs
press to hard, don't give a fuck
to keep them white, sweet forgiveness
there's been no soldiers
just pharmacists and sneaks
skin like paper, light as confirmation wine
wade in the water (4x)
hydroplane, like a sailor
across the tar, along the lake
hanging like a busted wing
watch the doctor boil you clean
fresh cut lawn, sweet forgiveness
light as confirmation wine
wade in the water (4x)
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Tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills
And paste them to the swimmers shoulders
Save your spilling
Shorthand and black thread
My side was aching low
We're idiots again
Comfort's made of glass
All along the fault ripe enough to rain
Mercy waits to let you lie
It's not far to lean
Just enough to speed curb
Hit running warm
Too close to ever see
Waiting station reds
Shift down into clear
Shake the lead off your hands
Sawdust mouthing
Roman axes way
Tender crazed the storm rolls down your spine
Comfort's made a mess
All along the fault ripe enough to rain...
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charcoal mother will you wear me out?
silver dollar rash
rain on the lens, rain on the lens
mayby i'm over, over
the ocean even couldn't make you wet
stand down sailor, send your brace rib home
save it for a later leave
heaven must have spit you out with sandstorm prayers and pealing bells
dim little voice, jet entrails
out like a switch, out like a switch
silver dollar rash
gonna make you wiser
got a new black tooth
gonna make you wiser
cooked in orange and gin
your winter coat, all summer long
rain on the lens, dim little voice
out like a switch
cooked in primer and rust
glass plums, dead bums
mail your brass rib home
gonna make you wiser
got a new black tooth
gonna make you wiser
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