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A Bit Like Falling
05:38
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A toast of honor to good ol' John Bull
aboard his sparred wherry shuttle
to a frigate whose stern mast isn't true
as the girls fading off waving in calico
Beware the bridgehead 3 barrel heads past
where the rigging got heavy weighing out
whoever was the most crass
singing "I will be fallen before John Bull"
when the moorings rot and tethers worn thin
and sails are filling up in the wind
get the feeling that its a bit like falling
its a bit like falling in love
Its colder now than the bottom of the Canada moors
walking a borzoid in the Alps in 1924
cursing at the snow with quinine breath
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2. |
Proper Buriel
03:32
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Champions on even footing
flying dreams always behind
then fall like rain and well before you
deep and still
as a loch ness ice pool
a proper burial
is reserved for us still.
(It goes out of my heart straight into my head)
Broken glass sewn on the lapel
of royal robes soaked at the waist
in warm mulled wine
and on the back
stitched a deer that's frozen in the headlights
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3. |
Hell or High Water
02:42
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Spinsters in training
painting flowers and owls
in crimson and cobalt
on the seat of hand-stitched bloomers
smoke from an unfiltered
shoved in a pearlescent tip
she's the queen of the valley from when she said
-like I'd believe a word she said::
anything you do
anyone that you might know
cuz its not funny how you got to me
I will be watching over you
Our queen of the valley
defied death on the side
of an outcrop of granite
that looked like an old man's hat
Could have sworn her voice
was a wavering shambles
but I was too drunk to remember
just what she said.
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4. |
Infirmed
01:41
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5. |
Lake Minor
03:46
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And How You March
03:27
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Sweet Miller's Daughter
04:42
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awaken every day on the farm
sent to school with a kiss
a miller's daughter's charm
laced boots at 3rd eye
never higher
across the dusty path of datura
horse pastures and brier
welcomed to the schoolhouse
with a church bell toll
a brand new slate and a lunch bucket
both still cold
and dreams of keeping the boys
all hushed and beguiled
until 3:15 and a left
at the mercantile
I only wish this day would have lasted forever
Even the sweetest miller's daughter's got the devil in her.
her heart was bleeding when she came
to the elbow in the creek
the tanned boys without shirts
their knickers rolled to their knees
although its pre-ordained
she coyly asked for a swim
and as god is my witness
that girl...all the way to her chin
as the current swept her head over heels
towards the mill with its clicks and its wheels and squeals
well its a very good thing
her daddy slept on his job
didn't have to see the seized machinery
as his daughter wound up in a cog
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