Soldiers for Feet

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Sin is Just an Old Archery Term | The Old Sears and Roebuck Catalogue | Go With Them | The Belgian | Always Almost

Sin is Just an Old Archery Term
Wade walkin’, wade walkin’
the marsh is so high
we can look all night, but I think your dog died
I don’t think he made it, through the mud and the fog
wade walkin’, wade walkin’ you can call you can call
Late walk in, late walk’n
excuse me your knees
I know I’m just barely, but mister won’t you please
let me sit by my mother before the service can start
past her program, her hymnal you can see her broke heart
Bad Sunday, bad Sunday
there’s bugs in the jar
there’s so few country records that made it out from the fire
When Gran found the mold had gotten into the wall
it’s amazing that anyone remembers Hank’s words at all
So uncle, sweet uncle
high on carpet and fear
when you moved out the mountain and made your train track way clear
When the next hungry dog comes, will you let him stroll by
if you walk through Atlanta, you can still smell the smoke rise
I knew her, they told me
that girl in the ground
with her sister at the courthouse, with her eyes closed and bound
The two prettiest sisters we ever have known
now they’ve melted her teeth down to build their unlawful throne
This is the hill where
they’ll bury us all
and walking in white robes, sing response to the call
If there’s one thing in all of this, if one thing made us grow
it’s the harmony trembling that says ‘I know that you know I know.’

The Old Sears & Roebuck’s Catalogue
Well if this isn’t what you ordered
We can always send it back to the Sears & Roebuck for sure
A different color, shape and cut
the kind of bullets that sprout marigolds and potatoes underground

Well don’t you breath too deep in bed
They brought bacteria from the old country that makes it hard to stand
Keep your smile you’ll walk again
I heard there’s a healer that will come to town and give a laying on of hands

Sit still that’s him coming now
The tin hood of the super sport can hardly keep in the sound
and what a handsome case in tow
you’d expect a much older man to possess such a throat

We can look some more in the morning
When the light is much better by the holy radio fire
There must be something wrong with these instruments
These stars look unfamiliar these birds sing their exile songs

Funny map-shaped stomach moles
in the outlines of the southern states we used to call home
where tea gets brewed out in the sun
we all know the familiar words to the same Sunday songs
nothing simple but the call
the air that’s free from invisible radio fire
and in the evening when they go home
the bullfrogs sing their love songs and the sun tea cools off

But if this isn’t what you want
A simple shirt that looks just as fine in the light as the dark

We can look some more in the morning
When the light is much better by the holy radio fire
There must be something wrong with these instruments
These stars look unfamiliar these birds sing their exile songs

Go with Them
Oh my flaxen flower, the love I had for you
was taken by the very man I introduced you to
but this is not my fault and there ain’t no blame for you
so just let me try and sing this song then I’ll say goodbye to you

So go, go with them, I want you to
At least one of us should be smiling when the day is through
and it does my heart a little good, you smile when I see you
at least now I know you’ve convinced yourself that this is what you’ll do

“Well how about this air?” and “I don’t much like this food.”
are what we fill the quiet with
so that we don’t have to move
Our eyes from this sweet gaze
we got ourselves into
so we’ll keep it quiet, I’ll go home and shower
but I’m still thinking of you

So go, go with them, I want you to
At least one of us should be smiling when the day is through
and it does my heart a little good, you smile when I see you
So long as you can look me in the eye and tell me that it’s true.

The Belgian
Watch those patterns repeat, repeat
The swells of children in their engine breaths move like water through
the weeds
out to the dental-filling-fields

Dry-docked boat hulls rot in the sun
We can still save breakfast, so sit down with me stop tugging on your
tongue
Boy it’s not going to give you up.

Just keep time with the wheels out on the road
Each old science that’s dispelled and left alone
Will either come back on or stay where it was froze
We have no need for either
oh I’m so sorry my dear

So face me in the cold, kiss both my cheeks then pretend that we’re just
talking
What they won’t know is that we’re singing

Oh they say on Christmas 1914
A sound no microphone would ever catch would be lost to memory
sung in three peaceful tongues that evening

Still they take collections for their frozen king
Who waits in anguish for the magnet sounds to shake him from her
sleep
down in the sulpher groves of Eden

Oh my goodness what was that that you’d said when you saw the
wedding party wander too far west
then in a daze you held the glass above your head and said: “Although I
may not be, what you expected I am she.”

So kiss me in the cold,
once on each of my cheeks then pretend that we’re just talk’n
what they won’t know is that we’re singing

Oh it’s all vegetables in coded steam
the vents and dentin from the soldier choir that formed there in that
evening
that’s just how simple all our armies can be beat

Oh they say on Christmas 1914
somewhere in Belgium in the snow they showed that no one needs a
king
it’s just as simple as our breathing out and in

A run for comfort is not the same as home
even though some would have you believe that you can own
some of these things that will turn to dust just like your bones
if it’s no one’s eventually why would I shoot at you or have you shoot at me

So face me in the cold
kiss both my cheeks then pretend that we’re just talking
what they won’t know is that we’re singing

Face me in the cold
just like those brave men who woke up from their sleeping
put down their guns and started singing

Almost Always
It’s not to be believed,
They way this chase ended so brief
The way the blood drips down instead of seeds

It seems strange now to see
My boy blowing stiff in the breeze
Oh Absalom got caught up in the leaves

Now the terror returns like the sea
Under sway of someone brave as she
Who’d dare to hold her head up, like she’s equal to me

But with her skin like the fish in the sea
She would stand in the dark and be lovely
Because she knows it’s just reflected light from me

Now I’m always almost crying
I’m always almost crying

Those stickers you bought in Nebraska
Those naked Rubenesque queens
Oh they’re gorgeous but the joke they tell is mean

And the pocket knife sharpening machine
Will certainly someday be handy
Take back those risqué ashtrays though, you know I can’t smoke where I’m living

And a head start would only help me
Or the boy-prince with soldiers for feet
Not you and your twenty eight day routine

Well fine go and do what you’re gonna do anyway
Why make an exception like me
Absalom oh Absalom, my boy inside the tree

Now I’m always almost crying
I’m always almost crying

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