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Otis, don't you whistle down death
Don't you call down Jesus Christ's bloody flail
upon your head
In the heat of the highway
a child will slap your face
while the ashes of his family
trickle down like rain
and somebody killed a mockingbird
for singing the wrong fucking song
You better get out of here, man
You don't have long
Otis, don't you whistle down death
Don't you call down Judgment Day
with those songs in your head
In the early desert morning
the sunlight cleaves the sky
and you'll chase her down the road
with an audience of crows
and somebody killed a mockingbird
for singing the wrong fucking song
You better get out of here, man
You don't have long
Cooley, don't you bow that string
Don't you stomp your wife
to death
On the day when He says rise
tell me Brother, will you rise?
On the day when He says rise
only the temperature will rise
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Love-In
03:08
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Dress well you sinners
Smooth your pompadours and
shine your Sunday shoes
today we may be humble, lowly wretches
Tonight the light will wash away our blues
After the transformation
we'll all be as moths
So make your reservations
and start to gnawing
on God's white linen robe [moths don't eat linen]
Enter with eyes unblinking
hearts and minds aflame
Your children will see you on the other side
but you'll be leaving on separate planes.
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Dark Bird
04:00
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My body may lie down
on your floor
My heart lies 'cross the sea
Where Molly keeps the lamp trimmed low
and cries herself to sleep
Fade away, dark Earth
the ocean, bleak and hollow
All the love you birth today
will die before tomorrow
Like a wounded bird,
I fell to you
You loved me out of pity
I'll lie prone and vanquished
in your arms
as I die in an enemy city
Go away, dark bird
Leave me to my senses
I know you've come to steal my eyes
and seal my mouth with dirt
My body may lie down on your floor
My heart lies 'cross the sea
the girl that I love's not all that I love
But I hope that I die in my sleep
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Happy Valley
04:26
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Grey dirt-marbled floors
carry us away from ourselves
a magic carpet ride into the footlights
Blue windbreaker
covered in drywall stains
a swan boat ride into
the mouth of a whale
Your toxic, dying mother
would piss the bed with delight
at how you could fuck us and
leave us to die
'Thicker than water'
the young man said
with tears in his eyes as
he knifed his best friend
but it wasn't water
that ran from his head
for a drooling old bitch
and a house full of lies
Your toxic, dying mother
would piss the bed with delight
at how you could fuck us
and leave us to die
You motherfucker
you're living a lie
You're nothing but a puppet
All your dreams are for sale
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5. |
My Son Is Dead
05:58
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I would steal this
boat of sorrow
across this hollow desert plain
With the rust and ashes of tomorrow
I'd paint my face and
prepare for war
but my son is dead
my heart is frozen
His eyes were brighter than the sun
Too weak to run, I'll
wait in darkness
the starving dog that I've
become
Even in death
there is no comfort
no setting sun
to see me off
because my son is dead
my heart is frozen
His eyes were brighter than the sun
and I will hang
from a wild oak tree
no weeping lover at my feet
no setting sun will
bleed out from me
no silver spade
will lay me low
because my son is dead
my heart is frozen
His eyes were brighter than the sun
I hate the god that
entered in me
and threw my life into a hole
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You better watch where you step
or you'll drive your bones through your body
Your function is to not say a word
So you better watch where you step
Where angels fear to tread
I'll have staked my claim
Your daughter had a heart for a brain
until I staked my claim
You'll sleep on a pile of whores
or never lay down your head
Your vices have blocked out the sunlight
The sky has turned to lead
Death is an ocean
Your life, a grain of sand
Your mother may have been quite lovely, but
your father is the gun in my hand
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