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Grendel
03:36
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Grendel
Grendel's got me by the hair,
Yanks me around and I don't care.
He speaks in memes,
I love him so.
Grendel, Grendel don't let go.
(Chorus)
He said, "Your pretty, pretty speeches are hurting my head. Hold me 'round the waist after I've been fed. I've no pity for you, hit the lights and we'll be blind. Show your throat to my claws because you've slaughtered your own kind."
The nihilist, he lives in anguish isolated.
His arm's torn off so his love is complicated.
My red leather gloves match his fancy car seats.
The creepiest love, he holds me with his warm feets.
Raised by wolves, though his coat is made of wool.
Green-grey eyed and incomprehensible.
Quiet, then he's slabbering, "look at thon blade!
Let's take her somewhere dark and see how she's made."
(Chorus)
"You know nothing of love 'cause you've trod on the hearts of your own kind."
Slap me in the face and I'm laughing at his hand.
Smash our skulls together they disintegrate to sand.
Creeps in the park on the shaggy, shaggy green.
Tearing off a piece that will go unseen.
I wear his cuff of silver and earrings made of bone.
He crawls onto my back on the streets and when alone.
The beast may have two backs, but his face stares at his phone.
He lurks inside the hole in the ceiling of my home.
Oh! What's he doing in the ceiling of my home?
(Chorus)
"You know nothing of love 'cause you've trod on the hearts of your own kind."
Grendel's got me by the hair. Yanks me around and I don't care. He speaks in memes, I love him so.
Grendel, Grendel don't let go.
Grendel, Grendel don't let go.
Grendel, Grendel please let go.
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2. |
Sam's Song
03:33
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Sam's song
Tell me a story Mama
With the fire and the lights off.
Am I goin' to heaven Mama?
Sam called me 'nigger' and pretended he coughed.
The neighbours' car is broke down.
Sam looked really mad.
I forget the words he spoke then
And there weren't any I had.
(Chorus)
Running through the woods off the trail we made.
The narrow hole was dug where the cat's bones lay.
Like the tears that you sewed in my jacket's hem.
Why can't I wear your shoes and dance with them?
My Papa hit my Mama.
And he said that I'm a fool.
He said, "white people work harder."
Said he won't let you in our school.
Mama, are there really angels?
He said, "being black's a bad thing."
Where's the place where the devil fell?
Mama help me make my own wings.
Can I try on your shoes and dance with them?
The tears that you sewed in my jacket's hem,
Like the cat that was tossed in the creek and drowned.
Like the words that he spoke that stopped all sound.
Is there a God Mama?
Is it a he or a she?
Mama, are there really monsters?
Mama, why do you love me?
If Sam was gone away Mama,
Would he still be in my head?
I don't think I'll get to heaven.
'Cause I wish Sam was dead.
Tell me a story Mama.
With the fire and the lights off.
Am I goin' to hell Mama?
Are there rats in the neighbours' hay loft?
(Chorus)
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The Wolf in the Sheepskin Hood
Climbing the path in the rosy wood,
To play with the wolf in the sheepskin hood.
He creeps his claws through the milk-white wool,
He's gathered it around him you pretty fool.
(Chorus)
You settle in your spellbound sleep my dear.
The wolf in the sheepskin hood might leap,
Oh dear! Oh dear!
And he holds you close with his muzzle so near,
But his teeth are slaves to his jaws I fear.
His teeth are slaves to his jaws I fear.
We roll in the sand by the moon-swept sea.
Gonna take the wolf for a sweet, wet tea.
I pulled and I pulled at the stubborn grey stone,
But the rock and the wolf are of one bone.
The rock and the wolf are of one bone.
So wrapped in a tune of a twilight trance.
We drink off the rocks and we start to dance.
Put your snout to a vial of poison fume,
Entwine our limbs in a cavern room.
Entwine our limbs in a cavern room.
When the sun goes down and your hood falls off,
Your fur underneath is not so soft.
You've mange on your back and your teeth aren't square
And a strange little patch of ginger hair.
A strange little patch of ginger hair.
He tugs at your limbs with his teeth my dear.
Wraps his tail 'round your leg as he laps at your ear.
His green-grey eyes like jealousy,
That mocks the meat on which it feeds.
Mocks the meat on which it feeds.
In the greyish light of the wet-wolf sky,
I kiss his head and say goodbye.
Don my skins 'cause they fell off too
And I run towards my house in the morning dew.
When I ran he leapt in his sheepskin hood,
And he ate my heart in the rosy wood.
When I ran he leapt in his sheepskin hood,
And he ate my heart in the rosy wood.
He ate my heart in the rosy wood.
(Chorus)
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4. |
Mountain Song
03:37
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Mountain Song
The rough tips of your fingers,
Sliding on your strings.
I want to hold your belt loops
And land you with my wings.
And land you with my wings.
(Chorus)
I'll fly you to the mountain
Where first I ever saw,
The yellow sea-glass fountain,
Your soft beard at my jaw.
And when we jump into it,
And you hold onto me,
The feathers on my dark wings
Will fly far and high and free.
Will fly far and high and free.
We'll make a hill of music,
Your fingers laced in mine.
We'll sow it with red daisies
And watermelon vines.
And watermelon vines.
So, the hill's ephemeral
And flowers turn to dirt.
Our power is we make it
Without fear it will hurt.
Without fear it will hurt.
An intricate mandala,
One grain at a time.
The work of loves' phenomena,
Subversive and sublime.
Subversive and sublime.
(Chorus)
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5. |
The Shark
03:07
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The Shark
The shark is in the water and I'm swimming to its maw.
Picasso loved his eyes, DaVinci drew his jaw.
I see him in ripped jeans with a red and blue macaw.
He's got these angel wings but the devil gave him claws.
He's got these angel wings but the devil gave him claws.
(Chorus)
Let's dive down to the sunken vestige.
Cold salt water and the silty sands.
Open eyed at the buried wreckage.
Strings of pearls wrapped around our hands.
His sparkling soul's exquisite as his wicked crooked smile.
The grin sits in his skull like the Nile crocodile.
The anchor floated down, so we'll sit here for awhile.
Easily we'll sit until our bones lay in a pile.
Easily we'll sit until our bones lay in a pile.
(Chorus)
He splits open his heart and he's kickin' down the signs.
We won't know our direction but at least we're all aligned.
He sorts through so much dirt to reuse the jewels he finds.
His feet keep moving forwards while the audio rewinds.
His feet keep moving forwards while the audio rewinds.
(Chorus)
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Gypsy Moth
03:32
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Gypsy Moth
Wake up, wake up.
Where are we?
Gypsy moth in the willow tree.
Hiding, sliding on the leaf.
Ragged, grey bark
Where are we?
Sweaters on.
Orange dawn.
We're drinking all we see.
Go down, go down.
Walk unseen.
Moss and lichens.
Come find me.
Look up, look up.
Where are we?
Gypsy moth in the willow tree.
Sweaters on, orange dawn
We're drinking all we see.
We're drifting on the sea.
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7. |
Boy With Powers
03:33
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Boy With Powers
(Chorus)
Boy with powers, made me laugh so hard.
I loved your face boy and your jazz guitar.
I know you could tell, I was under your spell.
Forever a fan of the music and the man.
Forever a fan of the music and the man.
You turned your toes in and you layered your feet.
You sang your songs and held your pick so neat.
Golden curls around your impish face.
My body in my seat but my heart was in space.
My body in my seat but my heart was in space.
You told the bullies to put down their stones.
They backed up off me and they left me alone.
You made them listen to your quiet words
Then you jumped off the ground and you flew with the birds.
You jumped off the ground and you flew with the birds.
(Chorus)
On the crest of the painted hill,
Summer morning with the slightest chill.
Soft old t-shirt and your sneakers worn,
You walked to where you'd been before you were born.
You walked to where you'd been before you were born.
Powers boy, you made me laugh so hard.
I loved your face boy and your jazz guitar.
I know you could tell, I was under your spell.
Forever a fan of the music and the man.
Forever a fan of the music and the man.
Forever a fan of the music and the man.
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8. |
Monarch's Feed
03:24
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Monarch's Feed
She's worn off her ruby lipstick.
My heart has gone to seed.
Her roots run through my body's bricks.
Woman, you're like a weed.
(Chorus)
You watched my heart burst into seed.
You pushed your roots down in my mud.
I'm gonna let you lead,
Because you're coursin' through my blood.
She's gossamer as milkweed silk,
She's where monarchs go to feed.
Green worms turn 'to butterflies
If she lets them fill their need.
She dangles like an angler's' bait.
She'll brutalize the boys.
They swim in savage circles
But she turns them into toys.
(Chorus)
And little Jackie Horner,
He was sniffin' where she sat.
She jerked him by his corners
And she made a paper hat.
(Chorus)
She's worn off her ruby lipstick.
My heart has gone to seed.
Her roots run through my body's bricks.
Woman, you're like a weed.
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9. |
Nape of Ginger
02:22
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Nape of Ginger
Wild man boy, bare back on a mare.
Leaves stuck to his knees,
Mane in his hands.
His like spun threads of bronze,
A kind of strawberry blonde.
They run to the salt,
Lap a smooth groove in that white block.
(Chorus)
Stay on your horse, it's just the right height.
Man with a boy's heart, it soars like a kite.
Freckles on his neck are the abacus beads.
Nape of ginger reeds count the sunlight he has seen.
Stars find his boat,
A pint of red ale.
Toast limpets on slate.
Kiss the mermaid's wet tail.
His red lips so sweet.
Starfish and octopus ink.
He's got a great trick, hands in the mane,
Eyes like a snake.
(Chorus)
Now danger comes,
Its tips touch the seams,
And wind 'round his wrists
As in sunlight he dreams.
He lies there just smiling,
As tentacles curling,
A new favourite sport,
Sharp white animal-teeth askew. HA!
(Chorus)
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10. |
Yossef's Song
03:00
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Yossef's Song
Our paths wove through the foothills.
The cactuses blooming with pink lace.
The dried bones of coyote kills.
And walked on skins of rattlesnakes.
(Chorus)
The love I feel for you,
So bare.
Hold this butterfly,
So rare.
The velvet dust its fine wings scatter.
Your skin on mine is all that matters.
Your body lay warmly on my spine.
Limbs, rest softly to my touch.
Like softened wax, how you shine.
The love I feel for you so much.
(Chorus)
The bright stars are filling the night sky.
The owls call out from their nests.
Fireflies, like city lights.
The rodeo horses must rest.
(Chorus)
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