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All the Bells | 1981 | Delicate | Little Yellow Boat | The Song the Sinner Sings | RSMPA | Part of the Sky | Broken Throat | The Dog is Dead, Amen | The Screen (Philadelphia) | The Christmas Song

All The Bells

Hey now, hey now where we goin?

I don’t remember this road at all
And of course i’m only watching from the back window of the car
Watching the power lines as they rise and fall

But i don’t want to leave my house like this
Crawling on my belly and my hands
I was so sure your face would be radiant
And I think I’d rather understand and stand up straight

And all the bells that are ringing in my head
Make the southern line as blue as any boat
And the laser beams projected on the mountainside
Will smash into the rocks like down the shore

Hey now, speak to me to in language
That my primitive ears can understand
And maybe face to go there with them
But that couldn’t be part of your plan

Don’t talk to me about invention
In this dark house with the movie spinning slow
And screwing all the partchment to the ceiling
Makes for such a complicated note

But I don’t want to leave my house like this
Subscribing to the Bilderberger code
With microchips in my skull and my cellular phone
Telling them the ways I choose to go

And all these precious tired fingers
Will play upon the sinews of my legs
And the sweet smoke invisible music
I swear that it will not keep you awake

So all these people that would treat me
To knife wounds deeper than my clothes
Placing the crossbeam at the waters edge
And crying as we say goodbye and float

And are you sure about this winding
The pressure of the twisting in the run
As if my god were different from the one you love
And it was mine who came up with the sun

But i don’t want to leave my house like this
Swinging on the doorjamb looking out
Its so bright and loud inside the medicine
I think I’d rather understand and stand up straight

And the fields of aching aching bodies
Tossing to the right in pretty clothes
Make moaning like the screaming woman timbers of the ship
That were taken and turned into the porch

Hey now

 

1981 (or waving at you as we part at light speed will look like I’m standing still)

All of the hidden instruments from before I was born keep sending
miles of discreet transmissions to shake me back and forth
but oh, the part in my hair like Rimbaud
before he ran off and traded his love for a life of being cold

one day, the few pictures taken will spoil
and for all those that come later my face and the past will all be brown

But between you and me, I’ll be singing throught my teeth
and smiling as I go, and the words my all be wrong
but I will still sing every song my last breaths will allow

Whispering how much I love you seems like far off costal lights and all the

jealous winds I could gather wouldn’t stretch these tall sails tight
and oh, this nursery for lost jealous suns,

sings in a low and continuous refrain of joy I’ll never know

Then just like the shake and the tremble from throats as before,
the promise that’s past, with the anticipation of seven thousand mornings

But between you and me, I’ll be singing throught my teeth
and smiling as I go, and the words my all be wrong
but I will still sing every song my last breaths will allow

On that last day when I dissipate all the angels will rejoice
pressing their wings together to sing in heaven’s perfect voice
and roll, imagined and real and unknown a song like the poles
an electron chain from the center of the sun

The rim and the roll, of the space that the massive ones hold
all one day will, wear out and collapse and eventually explode.

But between you and me, I’ll be singing throught my teeth
and smiling as I go, and the words my all be wrong
but I will still sing every song my last breaths will allow

 

Delicate

Delicate, like walking on paintings

joy blows in, the hair snaps like raining

Water fills up your throat as soon as you stop singing

the radio-filled sky, walking through like children

But is it that bad

in the fence cracks you spaced it

The hand of the warmth and the light

We swam on backs, half the width of the Delaware

Can you hear me call

as the water frames my face and my head

And holding me like a warm blanket of fire

was the promise of the day when we could retire

From that same bridge, you could see where we shivered

the fear of the want and the lie

So we sit and wait on top of the water tower outside your house

Don’t worry, we will get down

before your father has to go to work

So silent and sad and taking it mostly

was just you and the holy ghost trying to convince me

But is it that bad, in the fence cracks you spaced it

The year in the time of the fire


Little Yellow Boat
Ship to shore came in
Telling me I’ve been
Away for too long

And oh, how I love to row and float
On the side of this blue mountain
Between the horizons

And oh, I float in this light blue golden boat
And run
And oh, I float as the frequencies all fall
Casting shadows on the ground

But I’ll believe it when I see it
Curling off my tongue
The sweet steam breath of disbelief
When I’m shown how I was wrong

And all this talk of blood and ladders
Falling from the wall
The mandolin what play so fast
Sucked the gas out from the stars
Sucked the gas out from the stars
Now the night is cold

Oh my weeping brother
How he floats in puddles
Inside the stone garden wall

And see how the sea and sky
Bring the fishes by
To keep him well while I’m gone

And oh, he floats in his little yellow boat
And runs

And oh, he floats and he looks straight off and shouts to me out loud

And I’ll believe it when I see it
Floating off my skull

The white light ring and hanging paint
From the opposite room wall

And all these talks of pretty music
And the voices that draw on
The mandolin would play so fast
Play to fast for my ears to catch up
Play to fast for my ears to catch up
And now the night is quiet

 

The Song the Sinner Sings
Hello its time to leave

past the lightning bugs and photovoltaic streams
I’ll be waiting down on the road
don’t say anything to wake your father up
we’ll be fine, be fine tonight I know
and because it’s beautiful please bring your winter coat
as we run down throught the light that the sun is shining off your mother’s backside

and all this time and time to thing about
it’s just the water on my eyes keeping me up all night

I will hold my hands and arms stiff straight from my shoulders
and sway from side to side to find the phase in the chorus and
lock myself down tight again
but if this was something I could talk about, well don’t you think I would have done so by now

Hello. hello it’s me
standing waist-deep in the brown grass turning green
praying you window open wide so I can crawl in with you or pull you back outside
we’re all waiting patient past the pines,
sitting cross-legged with our faces stretched in smiles
and I won’t ask you to walk across the lake
just shine on me like you used to ’till I’m awake

and is this all that I would ask of you
I think for now this will be fine, just please please, please come outside

and I will hold my hands and arms stiff straight from my shoulders
and sway from side to side to find the phase in the chorus
and lock myself down tight again

but when you told me that you’d wait for me,
I just got scared and turned out all my lights

 

Rsmpa (Respro-Selectively Mechanical Psychoactive Agriculture)
If I’d left my hands a resting
Upon your sweet hips as you sway
Oh I’m sure, sure as dust will swirl like wool
I will meet death that way

When I pray lord, for salvation
And I wait like some old crocodile
Will salvation put it’s head down to drink
Leaving me with dried blood on my smile
My smile

When the ring slips, from my fingers
And the cloth on my back turns to brown
Brush the air back from my nose to my ears
So I look smart while she’s looking down

Should a dream come, lightly to me
And soothe me in sickness I lay
Through that dream should I take pictures of home
Oh I know I will meet death that way
Oh I know I will meet death that way

 

Part Of The Sky
The part of the sky where the sun
Comes up is where someday
I will eventually go to ‘bide

But please celebrate don’t be sad
Cause I will meet you there
And like the locust we can sing until we die

Come to the house
And at some point close your mouth
There is no one to turn you back if you don’t eat

The fluid in your skull
Thats excited by the sound
Of the words like tongues or flame upon the crowd

The empty of your mouth
Filling up as you who drowns
Screams don’t worry the moon will swing the sea around

Then finding that your gone
With only the locusts singing songs
Breathing in and out the music of their legs

Come and see, come and see
No not this I think I found it
Come and see, come and see
Odalisque I think I found it

The part of the sky where the sun
Comes up is where someday
I will eventually go to by

Please celebrate don’t be sad
’cause I will meet you there
Like the locust we can sing until we die

Leave, leave the house
While you spread apart your mouth
The collection plate saved swiftly from the flames

With each coin as a faith
Or a play upon the race
Just to try to take a peak behind the veil

The surprise in how the trees
Have been talking quietly
To each other this whole time beneath our feet

But like the dark outside
Cut by the bacteria light
We will all turn back to stars after we leave

Come and see, come and see
Oh no not this I think I’ve found it
Like Elijah’s burning eyes
As his son began to cry

The part of the sky where the sun
Comes up is where someday
I will eventually go to ‘bide

Please celebrate don’t be sad
Cause I will meet you there
and we can sit slow and embrace
Laughing for what we realize
What we realize

 

Broken Throat

Like swinging your arms in the dark to find out how the light sits
stepping on rows like the legs of the friends that decided to stay in
and cuss’n real soft to yourself and at me ‘How am I going to get to bed?’

I know I know I know I know I know I know
we can press our hands ’til the fire reaches our front door

so I will keep this light lit low for you
when you’ve stopped your feet from running tired

Oh don’t leave me god take me home
Oh don’t leave me god take me home

The marching Phillistines synchronized back and forth

saying “I am waiting, I am waiting ’till my promise comes”

Don’t keep your mouth open so when you lay out on the floor
the water will fill up your throat when it falls from the firmament
but bending again over rails with your friends only drowns out the helpful noise

I know

How long

So I will shake the boughs ’till you come down,
sending the birds into the air like black fire up against the sun

Oh don’t leave me god take me home
Oh don’t leave me god take me home

It comes back down in the form of a voice you know
saying I know

Someone had said in a song we could saw off that pearly gate
so that sooner than crying the most tired ones could shake themselves awake
but that kind of talk only leads us to think in a circle on the lawn
where only the leaves and seeds of the grass will blow

I know

So I will sing and soothe with your head laid low,
’cause in your sleep I heard you crying out

Oh don’t leave me god take me home
Oh don’t leave me god take me home

If I saw it I still don’t think I’d know
so I am just waiting until my promise comes

 

The Dog is Dead, Amen

Can it be the water on the floor
seeping out and damaging the walls
little feet washed off in the sun
the garden and the shed behind the stones
But oh, before the grass wasn’t so low
the body that we brought with us, would be hidden more
and all the sounds, from off the eastern road, would not disturb
our praying here and digging all alone

Must have been
hard for him to run
with a broken knee and
something chasing close
missing teeth and nail marks on the arm
when this is supposed to be the safest place from harm
But oh, before the grass wasn’t so low

the body that we brought with us, would be hidden more
and all the sounds, from off the eastern road, would not disturb

our praying here and digging all alone

Dark and sweet
the wounds above my eyes
and quickly filling up the smoke smell in the sky
now the sun spits as it shines
the colors being separate is just a lie inside your eye

But oh, before the grass wasn’t so low
the body that we brought with us, would be hidden more
and all the sounds, from off the eastern road, would not disturb
our praying here and digging all alone

The Screen (Philadelphia)
Lean to turn the knobs on the radio
play this favorite song before you go
learn to sing it alone in your one room home
the unbalanced load I hold here inside my throat for you

I will see you later on
unless you want me in your door
and if the simple answer was for me to just stay over
drawing swords all on your legs in the pen and pencil

and done I’ll walk you to your truck
and hold for just a little

hold you for just a little
hold you for just a little while
until its time for you to drive
back to that southern state your home

whisper fish that dying on my desert tongue
knead and fold the air all between our mouths
press and grip the fingers for stretching out
sure I’ve got friends but I won’t be going down on them

I will see you one more time
unless you want me in your door
I could kneel here on the ground and face in souths direction
but I would be here way too long relief is not cooperative
why can’t you whisk yourself away
to me in Philadelphia
to me in Philadelphia
to me in Philadelphia

The winter hips that lie on my window side
its been far to long since I haven’t prayed myself goodnight
wake and dumb
both equally testify
one last time to look on that screen where meet our eyes

I will see you one last time
unless you want me in your door
if the air smells fucking great
I think we solved our problems

and if the fear won’t close my eyes
will it have all just disappeared
and if we come back here again
will it have grown that older
will it have grown that older
will it have grown that older
until we fail to recognize
I’ll trip all over

The Christmas Song

Every invincible letter comes singing in the sky

Promised sewn sewn in foot flesh in a brilliant flash of light
But oh the bell
Oh the bell

Cracking itself in half when rung too cold
So this is where the smoke comes from,
This is where the smoke comes from

And its getting close I know
When all of the lights outside are low
And you sat down at my side
And you whispered soft and slow

That before you can protest again
The car will take us home my friend
Lay your head down and sleep awhile
When you wake we’ll be home

Well I wish that I was what you wanted to be
Wrapped up tight underneath your tree
And I’ll taut myself like the high e string
So that when you pluck I sing

So this is where the smoke comes from
Oh this is where the smoke comes from

And its getting close I know
When all of the tree silhouettes are a-glow
And you sat down on my side
And you lay your hands down low
Singing softly

That before you can protest again
The car will take us home my friend
Lay your head down and sleep awhile
When you wake we’ll be home

 

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