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Birds on a Pyre
04:12
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I smell the fire from the ripped seat of a rented camper van
Ancient arousals. Serpent scents. Get off on where it’s been
Heat leaves me longing for the luxury of a ceiling fan
Dust leaves duties so condensation collects on our skin
I will leave it just the way i found it
Broken in and covered in shit
I pull the ripcord, break the arrow and now i’m falling
Can’t see for clouds run out of luck the grounds a drawing
obfuscate the facts, try less and less to be a man
I don’t know pain. I cant write suffering like an addict can
Birds on a pyre salivate from smells of burning skin
Strength in the shadows, what luck, you’re stuck with your kin
Smoke out the power. Take from those with the most to lose
There ain’t no noble beasts. There sure as shit ain’t not game to win
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2. |
My New Best Friends
02:11
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From a distance I saw a lake
Shore lined with beautiful people
I suspected that the closer I got
Their grace would disintegrate
Still I approached
Confirmed suspicions
An orgy of the ugly and diseased
The sex is free here but love expensive
And I am cheap, lonely and half satisfied
With a sect of snakes eating their own tails. These are my new best friends
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3. |
The Seal is Broken
02:40
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The seal is broken and water’s getting in. It is softening the frame
If we don’t fix it soon there’s gonna be real pain
I know you feel pain pretty bird but It is useless
It’s a shame and absurd to make excuses
You’re not to blame when you have no control
I had to stop playing my song cause the melody of midnight was an unfamiliar one
And the fun was over and all our guests gone there was nothing but sleeplessness until the sun
I had to stop humming that tune cause the melancholy of the moonlight made me feel blue
And when everyone’s asleep there’s nothing to do but sit around and think unwanted thoughts through
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4. |
Ugly Bird
02:57
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There is very little love left in me after what I give to my family
I try to work and be friendly but I don’t want to try anymore
But there is goodness in this place disguised as an ugly bird bald and pecking
It’s my child calling out to me to come and play with them now.
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5. |
Perfect Swan Dive
02:45
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A perfect swan dive
Into the eye
Of an active volcano
With no fear for the wrath of the devil
Cause he is a man
And i am a man
Sinking in hot, hot metal
A return to earth
In a smouldering rebirth
To a new father and mother
Oh mother will you watch me fall asleep
Oh father will you wake me from this dream
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6. |
Rest Vulture, I See You
03:25
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Rest vulture, I see you. I see your warm heart. Your humility.
Don’t be sad bird, Please don’t cry, blood shot eyes looking up at me.
Rest vulture, I see you. You are not prey. Not a predator.
All men are bad men, some behave, their dirty thoughts perverse and depraved.
Rest vulture, you are beautiful. Pure and true. Peaceful hardened beast.
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7. |
Hey Bird
01:57
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Hey bird, it ain’t fair when they use your name to compare you to all of our worst
Hey man, what would you be with no consequence if you knew that there was no trouble to get into
Hey girl, there’s no shame you are beautiful a beast with no name holding back a smile but i do not want to tame you
When you’re alone in your room. what do you think of? What do you do? I wish you thought of me the way i think of you
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8. |
Sock Hop at the Hospice
03:24
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If i die before you baby, go get off. be hasty. take everything that i never gave to you
If you die before me baby, i’ll take it out on every lady i’ll find every open heart and try to tear it out
A future to bereave, but i have to believe, there’ll be plenty of time to grieve, once you stop breathing.
Til then we’ll sock hop at the hospice, we’ll dance on your deathbed
If I die before you baby, let me rot into a gravy and fill the vultures up until they cannot fly
If you die before me baby, i’ll put you up as taxidermy and keep you by my side for the rest of my life.
A future to bereave, but i have to believe, there’ll be plenty of time to grieve, once you stop breathing.
Til then we’ll sock hop at the hospice, we’ll dance on your deathbed
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Me and My Kettle
04:27
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No one ever call me condor
No one ever say buzzard eyes
But me and my friends, we clean cadavers
Yeah we cruise for carcass from the sky
Me and my kettle, my kettle and i
No one ever say our foul feast look fancy
No one ever like to watch us dine
But after the wake, we’ll committee
And after we committee, we gonna fly
Me and my kettle, my kettle and I
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10. |
My Own Nest
02:28
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I am a bird up on a fence looking down at my own nest screaming out
There is no kindness here, no kindness here. Where have you gone to?
You left me lone. You hit the road. No sounds of slamming doors. no shouts
It was not what I heard, not what I heard. Now won’t you give it a rest...
You burnt the house. You Ditched the car, hopped a train high up looking out
Over clear rivers run, clear rivers run, but a gash turns’em quick into blood
You tipped the scale, grandfathered in, passed power down to pathetic kin
Now a fisher so rich, fisher so rich, you think he deserved such a net?
You laughed it off, said i don’t care, took another sip from your bottomless cup
All that brown liquor stains, brown liquor stains people that you say you love so much
You quit your drink. You quit your tricks. Went and got yourself into some hard shape
Now in that mirror looks, that mirror looks back at such a fine looking face
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11. |
Flying Home
02:59
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This oligarchic greed is depressing me
Company over humanity is depressing me
My fucked up priorities are depressing me
So i’m flying home
Fly like a motherfucker, flying home
I find it hard to fly when i’m all filled up on dog guts
I find it hard to land once i get going
I find it hard to fly with the scent of piss trailing behind
I find it harder to land with everyone watching me
So i’m flying home
Fly like a motherfucker, flying home
I find it hard to rest surrounded by these busy bodies
I find it hard to eat with shining trucks flying by
I find it hard to rest with all this madness
I find it harder to eat as I dodge hubcaps
So i’m flying home
Fly like a motherfucker, flying home
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12. |
Heaven
05:25
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There is a road
A golden road so close to me
It is lined with beautiful trees
Spanish moss hangs from tired limbs
Heavy from last nights rain
Disguising that road from me again
There is a road
That i will take for the rest of my life
With my children and my wife
But for now i wander
Alone in the woods
Darkness blinds me but i should
Find that road soon.
I will find that road. I will find that golden road.
When I die Do not bury me
Or waste good flesh In a crematory
Don’t sprinkle my ashes Off a mountain or cliff or into the ocean
That would be misapplication
Instead place my corpse at the side of the street
Let me lay down in the thick Georgia heat
I’ll start to decay in the mid afternoon sun
To lie there as an offering the stillness
The buzzards descend as soon as their eyes
See my sprawl and deliciousness rise
Some fine fleshy feast
For a beautiful unappreciated beast
Heaven ain't no place i’m going when i die
Heaven is a bird flying in the sky
Heaven is my child staring in my eye
Heaven is a river cold against my thigh
Heaven is an ocean salt stinging my eyes
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