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become a stranger
03:05
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before they never found her hands
she saw the sheets on both sides of the town
but I never knew her then
she was a stranger to me
and then they came & bombed her land
all the folks they huddled 'neath a two-bit clown
but I never knew them then
they were like strangers to me
and that guy's bones are there 'neath the sand
a whole world's worth of tears fell hard down
but I never knew him then
he was a stranger to me
you are a stranger, you've been a stranger
you will become a stranger
and then so all was so damned grand
'til we dried up & blew away, this way down
but I always knew that then
we are so dangerous to me
you are a stranger, you've been a stranger
you will become a stranger
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2. |
leave things be
02:18
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sleeping I would not be
up pacing more than likely
dreading this having to leave things be
chewing what's left of maybe
& a lurching miscreancy
needing a wee bit of glee
I'd sing, I'd sing
walking over dead leaves
day dreaming a nearly dead dream
clinging to what makes me cling
to things, to things, to things
leaving this dread of being
hoping in me you'd still see
a longing so bold & so clean
to be, to be, to be, to be
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subliminal fire
02:35
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everywhere there's fire!
everywhere there's fire!
but subliminal fire
so very soon they'll start burnin' things down
sulfur burns, there's fire!
vapor burns, there's fire!
but subliminal fire
so rightly soon they will ash your damned town
thus they're desired!
thus their desire!
but sublliminally desired
so soon I'll be smoking again
now I'm desired!
now I'm desired!
dumb fuckin' desire
in old hellfire we're bound to have to descend
they're bringing hellfire!
they done brought hellfire!
all the brimstone's aglow
they'll boil bone down to bone marrow
now hell's on fire!
now hell's on fire!
hence the smote of flesh & bone
heed the frontier, the straight, the narrow!
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one of these days
02:04
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"one of these days", do not proclaim
on a burning table the cards are currently lain
my neck is stretched & my guts are strained
second smashes against next second is writhing is pained
"one of these days" does not exist
you can blame me once I'm thoroughly pissed
the page is stuck to my healing wrist
let's make paper planes out of our shit lists
"one of these days" is a fun phrase to say
it denies death & promotes tooth decay
a line with one endpoint is called today
& so go to sleep, so drift back to clay
one of these days
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5. |
trembling things
03:28
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I built a fire so high
my palms have been pricked by cacti
I wilt in shadow of San Pablo
I'm scratched, I'm sniffed
I'm torn by torn
every morning around 6
a new day's born
but right now there be the moon
who right now cautions the fool
to let not love rule
to not let love drool
many legs they're trembling things
for letting it all hang out over scorpion stings
so urge myself towards righteous life
but at my right, my selfish might
so there are those who like it hot
but I've been scalded by scorn
I bake like the clay of San Roque
I'm scratched up, I'm sniffed out
I'm torn down by thorn
soon I'll be much taller than the corn
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you don't know what pleasure is
you may think you do
you don't know what pleasure is
of course you just might know it's business
a love that councils bright & pure
a love that leads, a love that lures
you don't know what pleasure is
you may think you do
you don't know what meaning means
it brings you roses, its praise you sing
pleasure's not what hides in there
an everlasting love of air
you don't know what pleasure is
you may think you do, but you don't
you don't know where the lover flings
the dead flowers & the gold ring
when you're wine's gone vinegar & your meals gone cold
cutworms a plenty cut through your folds
you don't know what pleasure is
you may think you do, but you don't
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7. |
all the while
02:52
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sorrow 'neath the hoof of a horse
trample down sapling's source
wind whistles through a skull's sockets
tobacco crumbs in an old pocket
the cricket shrill echos in the head
a murder occurs where spring is fed
& all the while, I think of ye
all the while, all the while
El faro on the cliff near my 'stead
feign the barrio red
& all fall asleep at the wheel
Is it the kill or the keel?
relentless waves, rushing rockets
a cross where once lost lover's lockets
& all the while, I think of ye
all the while, all the while
no snowflake falls upon no leaf
a widdow mocks her love of grief
& the clock strikes the nine that once was eight
false teeth fall out upon the plate
frost bites the hand that feeds the foe
& blood flows towards open veins, you know
& all the while, I think of ye
all the while, all the while
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8. |
one town, one house
04:31
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there is but one town
there is but one house
there is but one down
there's not where I belong
I've stained my one brain
and my liver's stepped out
but my veins still remain
bleeding through this song
yeah my veins still remain
bleeding through this song
and the scenery's turned grey
'cause tomorrow's today
gagged & tied to dismay
what's right blurred what's wrong
there's been but one town
there's been but one house
there's been this one down
there's not where I belong
there's been but one yearn
there's been that one doubt
that you'll never return
now it's been so damn long
yeah, you'll never return
farewell, so long
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moonset
03:50
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everything's gone quiet
the stars are out to play
& the hangnail moon sliply quicks away
you are in my thoughts, dear
as I hum a lullaby
I'd die to lure you near here
I know I'm wrong to try
& I hate to see the little moon go down
it only serves to render dark this town
where only villains love a town that's bound
& determined to undermine you gown
several snakes are hissing
around me as I pray
that dear lord baby Jesus bequeath me some sun rays
I know my days are numbered
Jesus, too, knew he would die
so lean not into your own, dear,
understanding, underlie
& I hate to see the little moon go down
it only serves to render dark this town
where only villains love a town that's bound
& determined to undermine you gown
the left hand strikes the right one
as I come upon the hay
so sound the horn of plenty, so sink back into clay
I wish our sides were touching
just like sea touches like sky
but alone I go out rowing
your love was a loose lie
now I love to see the big ol' sun come up
it serves me best, it overfills my cup
& only villains love a town that's down
& never likely to wake up
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10. |
bad, bad, bad
03:16
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bad, bad, bad
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
bad
bad, bad, bad
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
it seems to me that greed is all we feel
now why can't we see the whole ordeal is a wheel?
bad, bad, bad, bad is what we be
& all is consumed, all's walked on by feet
& all is perfumed & all is what we eat & excrete
infinity, that is what I see, but
bad, bad, bad
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
bad
bad, bad, bad
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
& now we're entombed by our lies & deceit
& all is exhumed, & all's been made complete, repeat!
bad, bad, bad, that is what we be
beneath a tree, the jail of roots conceals
a guarantee that all will be revealed & healed
infinity, that is what I see, but
bad, bad, bad
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
bad
bad, bad, bad
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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11. |
stow away
03:05
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hold me by the hand so tight
lift me, sore eye for a sight
give me everlasting might
to be strapped to countless night
O, stow me away!
heaven's hill, a hearth of hoard
a golden something oft' adored
& up there lives the Gracious Lord
who I implore
to hold me, everlasting arms
lift me so below's alarm
give me shelter 'gainst great harm
to be sheltered 'gainst great night
O stow me away!
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12. |
hay que
03:23
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there's a tree a struggling
between those two hills over there
it's nothing like the borderland
the frontera, the taint man
will one absorb the other or rise?
only the nothingness knows
the salt sea is so humid
it makes this one must refrain
it's my only fault I'm so damned human
I hope to sit the next round out
now insane still here with the flies
the game is nearly over as it goes
clothes, who are you clothing?
it's been a long time & no clothes
hay que close, hay que close, hay que close
there's my mouth a guming
just what I've done with my teeth
I didn't know I was so damned funny
now hear me out our I'll pout
there's fresh blood on my two-bit disguise
yet the state of my grace grows
grow, where are you growing?
seems a long time & no grow
hay que grow, hay que grow, hay que grow
blow where are you blowing?
seems along time & no blow
hay que blow, hay que blow, hay blow
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O, what a beautiful morning
to see the sun & to see the sky
knowing everything 'neath it is going to die
O, what a beautiful morning
O, what a beautiful point in time
to see the tree & her falling leaves
the hibiscus flower & the honey bee
O, what a beautiful point in time
O, what a beautiful memory
that you were once me & I am now you
flung forever through what we do
O, what a beautiful memory
you'll have to leave this world behind
to know what's false & to know what's true
that the sea nor the sky are really blue
& a new born baby's a rotting fruit rind
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14. |
bahia cabrona
02:31
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instrumental
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derek joe brockett
born in the USA 1971 to the sounds of black sabbath, marvin gaye, rolling stones, david bowie, and sly and the family stone. first e.p. on vinyl was recorded in oklahoma, 2001. all other releases recorded in oaxaca, mexico where the proverbial hat is hung. this is outsider's music with an existential twist and so no wonder why you've found yourself here. ... more
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