1. |
Shaolin Monk
01:48
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In the shadow
Of a cathedral
On a rain soaked
Glassed stone bench I
Showed my soul to a Shaolin Monk
And trembling
From holding it outside
I did not hear her reply.
I did not hear her respond.
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2. |
Queen Bee
02:05
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I beg forgiveness little bee
My business is your flower
And I intend to bring it home
To my love in the hour,
To my love in the hour.
I'm appealing to you earnestly
I know how hard you toil
But when a beautiful girl gives you her hand
A man has got to be loyal,
And I'll always be loyal.
Well don't go saying that you got a claim
On Mother Nature or my lord's name
Have some respect for our food chain
And don't be buzzing round me again,
Don't be buzzing around me.
Forget your Queen, forget your queen
This is more precious than honey
Cuz I've got a little bit of pot of gold
That sits in my love's tummy,
That sits in my love's tummy.
So I got my rose and I'm gonna pick it
Don't you tell me to wait
You know allt he flowers in the meadow
But for me it's too late,
I fell in love, it's too late.
Cuz I got a woman and I got a queen
That I love truly, no in between
Give my respects to your old lady
She won't be seeing that much of me,
Since I got my queen bee.
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3. |
Tea in Winter
03:15
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December's egg
in a lamb's wool pocket
my brain is jumbled and I thirst for meat
and while you were measuring
the lengths of your shadows
grey hairs remind us
we're playing for keeps.
To grow old
is to grow more wicked-
sidewalk white weeds
out the cracks in your head
I'm remembering
the faces as leaves
wrinkled and covering
the sheets on my bed.
To wait and see
the water turn tea
is not a waste of your time.
And a snow that is melting
is in this heart of mine.
December's egg
in my lover's locket
my body is bundled in the warmth of wool
strange ramblings
from the man on the corner
says, 'compared to hellfire,
every season is cool'.
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4. |
Horse Bets
04:08
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who ever told you
the safest bet on horses
is to go out
and buy some stock in glue
they may be counting
creases on your fingers.
they may be saying
your coffee chooses you.
to watch a feather fall
on a busy street
with slightings of eyes, and
memories of your past lies
in the face of strangers
I have seen it all.
I watch my fingers
fold around my coffee
I have a rat fat
confession that is due
I heard a rumbling
louder than my stomach
it was the words
i meant to say to you.
to watch a feather
white and freely winking
being held by a church
and its strange bells
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5. |
The Room
02:02
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You don't always have to be the smartest person in the room
You don't always have to be the smartest person in the room
Even though that you may be the smartest person in the room
You don't always have to be the smartest person in the room
I make mountains and eat the flesh of all the words you say
I stand and lick my plate clean, naked and bloody in the room
I do backflips on scientists and then psychologists
Who are making faces and forgetting I'm alone, inside a room
I am not afraid but they should be of what's inside my head
I is my own I am alone plucking the spiders from their legs
They're screaming silently reminding me that pain can be a not
Like some dumb mother who has a burning aching empty womb
Who's unborn child will be the smartest person in the room
Who's unborn child will one day be alone, inside a room
With just his head, and we'll see what he says of spider's legs
and scientists, and being alone, and making mountains out of flesh.
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6. |
Two Birds
03:56
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I'll resist the urge
To try to compare
The hurt I'm going through
To those two birds sitting there
Resting on that pine branch bare
Both the color of your auburn hair
And choosing company
Over something like flying free
And I won't think too much
I know it's a problem of mine
But since you called it off
Living feels like doing time
And as they sit there nuzzling
Sharing space on a single limb
Thoughts of your warm bed
I won't allow to cross my head
Because I'm doing fine
I know the world ain't mine
To be reading, in between the lines
And it's my cross to bear
To see those two birds
Just sitting there
Cuz they're just two birds
Nothing I haven't seen before
And I don't feel a lick of hurt
It is not a metaphor
And the space right next to me
Is now no more empty
And the wind that blows
Is indifferent to my highs and lows
So what am I doing here
Shade sitting and fighting tears
It will not bring you back
My armor has no cracks
Those birds aren't happy here
No, they're just two little birds
And I'm not really blue
These are only words.
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7. |
Oak Pony
03:34
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Some call it roving,
Some call it leaving,
Some call it taking a chance.
Call it what you will, I love you still
That's not the reason why I am still rolling these hills
Your eyes,The night sky.
Distance and diamonds
Tell us a story that's real.
The floorboards creaking tell what I'm thinking
Clearer than any of the words I could ever say
Now I have a pony
He's made from an oak tree
I took away what wasn't a pony.
You've got some numbers and places to be,
So do I, but that never made that much difference to me.
Some call it sobbing,
Some call it crying,
Some call it a needed release.
Call it what you will, but the buckets we fill
Contain diamonds we could find had we anything else
But time.
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8. |
A Cow's Head
03:58
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I saw the chopping
Of a cow's head
From it's body
And it was not clean
I saw the chopping
Of a cow's head
From it's body
And it was not clean
It was not a clean cut
And with my swiftly lips
and a whisky dripped decision
(Though I usually know which way my blood flows)
Cut 'em in half split 'em like nuclear fission.
Cut 'em in half split 'em like nuclear fission.
Cut 'em in half split 'em like a cow's head.
Cut 'em in half split 'em like nuclear fission.
I will break the hyoid bone
of the skeletons in your closet.
I will snap the hyoid bone
of the skeletons in your closet.
I will crush the hyoid bone
of the skeletons in your closet.
I will break each hyoid bone
of every skeleton in your closet.
I'll be there, cuz I've been there.
I'll be there, cuz I've been there.
In the shadow
Of a cathedral
On a rain soaked
Glassed stone bench.
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