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Armadillo
04:08
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couldn't say that I know where my hearts been hiding
thought I'd lifted every stone
well, we're headed to the corner store
feel free to hitch a ride if you needed anything
or if you ever need a thing, well you know how to reach me
pretty bad at texting back, but I'm a pretty good listener
got a hug you don't need to ask, and we'll split an Arizona tea
well I'm doing fine, how's you and yours
its no problem at all, I'm just glad to hear your voice
you always call me out of my armadillo style hideaway hideout
I hear your voice
you know me by my name and call me close, I never been the same
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Junction
03:34
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well I don't know what I've been doing lately and I don't know if I should even be here under the light of a phosphorescent moon, I take a hike and see what I can see
on a gravel road taking steps towards town the silhouette of lovers leap beckons to me
shining stars above, caliche crunches underfoot, the smell of juniper berries bind and center me
found myself on the city side of the dam
found a spot and sat myself where I usually do
watching the water lapping over the concrete
heard a quiet sound, had a thought or two about the lives that sprang out of the rivers junction
thought I'd take a dip but I left my clothes on, felt an overwhelming sense of connection
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Cowboy Killers
03:27
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cowboy killers, where the worm doesn't sleep
buried in a mattress, dreaming of lost teeth
Shepard of Hermas, marry the vines to the tree
from Peter to Clement, "of such visions don't speak"
I don't know what it feels like, climb to the top of the tree
to be boiled with Saint John, to break the clay of the feet
but I know what it feels like to be quartered and drawn
to sing "cancer, cancer, no you can't take my friend"
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Wasp Nest
03:27
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wasp nest, bee hive, "don't hide away the things you love", my friend told me
"don't hide your face, don't run away, don't bury deep", my friend told me don't keep it in ya
open wounds weren't meant to stay that way, end of the world, nothing stays the same
early memories decomposing, not bound by my tethered instincts
swing the bat, miss the ball, hit the wasp, lands in the front lawn
you bend down, investigate, stings your hand, end of the world
blood will flow, puss will spew, end of the world, end of the world, end of the world, end of the world
he bled, he slept, he wept
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Aunts
02:34
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smack the pack 13 times, luckies I flip two because of you
because you died
ants crawl, my aunt waves like a princess down the hill, yet still
you died
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Become
04:12
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I am become death on a white horse, war riding red steed, thinking myself to be great but swallowed up in what I learn to be victorious undoing of everything I strive to define myself
I am become
I am be pestilence and drought, oil and the wine dealers devour endlessly, flee to the mountain side, find yourself be nothing at all, shallow cicada, harrowing of hell has eaten itself
I am become
I can see a world without mirrors you reflect my understanding of what I am, hallow sacred image bearing
my jackrabbit fever won't stop racing every shell of peace I find, I contort push down exhaust myself
but in some strange day we may find that death has gorged on itself, hallow sacred image bearing
I am become
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Heck
02:46
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I am hell
I've been the devil
there's been a stranger residing inside me
I hear the trumpets calling
one million angels singing
muted notes and utterance upon deaf ears
blaspheming in the chapel
tongues ablaze with curses
nicotine sacraments haunt my breath
well what's the word for it
when your eyes turn yellow
when you're tempted to cast yourself from a high place
I've been hell
shook hands with the devil
turned my gaze from every face save for my reflection
I heard the trumpets calling
missed a rapture or two in my time
given breath to the second edge of that sharp sword
been plucked up from the chapel
seen apostolistic foreheads
seen a man leave half his vices at the alter
well what's the word for it when your eyes aren't yellow anymore?
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Junebug
03:21
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well, dip your feet in the pool
a carcass floats by, a junebug dies and so will I
well I don't mind leaving, we weren't here to stay with that June / July feeling everyday
well the hunter strings his bow, a serpent under heel, he hides beneath his opposite
well, dip your feet in the pool
a carcass floats and deteriorates in the water, a junebug dies and so will I
well I don't mind leaving, we weren't here to stay with that June / July feeling everyday
I'm going home
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