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when the surgeon started cutting
he later wrote of what was there
the nurses gasped and some had fainted
a tumor with teeth and growing hair
doc said the "healing could take light-years" what do i do?
oh I hear that there's a tunnel
someone told me there's a light
i really need to hear some good news
cuz i been staying up all night
doc said that "healing could take light-years" what do i do?
join me let's screw up in reverse
hum the tune - mouth the words
and pull the rotted tooth
join me let's screw up in reverse
from the chorus to the verse
Lazarus come out of your tomb
paint the picture in your broad strokes
doesn't matter that i'm blind
horse hair brush smells of ammonia
scraping is the only sound
give it a name
a snarl a frame
tie the grief knot round your head
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Waste Time
03:39
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ya hear me singing
singing you off to sleep again
i hear you dreaming
you're talking in your sleep again
although it sounds really mercenary
baby you’re the one
i just wanna waste my time with you
i just wanna waste
i just wanna waste my time with
i just wanna waste my time with you
i see you drifting
i’m singing you off to sleep again
colors spinning
twirl with a flick of the twist of my wrist
i could sit right here forever cradle cap and curly que’s
i can catch the cosmos in canary yellow and prussian blue
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Umbilical Style
04:00
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standin on the edge of the sea
or maybe an archipelago
don’t make no difference to me
all i know is i feel what I’m feeling
trapped here by degrees
caught between the sun and its heat
i’m done with this, i’ve let it there be hesitation marks for too long
i don’t want to hate you
but i guess i do
you’ve kept me hanging upside-down
umbilical style
I see the line in front of me that doesn’t make it illegal
what's done is done what's fun is fun
but on the tongue the taste only lingers
go off on your golden airline
with your golden janisarry
i’ll wish you well
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Fugue State
03:32
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you could never wash her off
like a russian gulag tattoo
you've tried acid you’ve tried lye
in a fugue state on your own
she got you and brought you home
now you aren’t and will never be alone
you’ll never be alone
you’ll never be alone
you’ll never be alone
you breathe, in the smoke is warm
eyes roll back and you check out
far from where you anchored down
you've tasted all the pleasures of the young
but your fire has only just begun
build your castles in the sand but know the tide will always come
she keeps giving you one thing
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Tastefully Nude
06:18
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lights played tricks on your crucifix, oh yeah
it sparkled and shined in your feverish mind oh yeah
you opened the booth to give your confession palms sweating like from the plague
you spilled out the truth like i'm sloshing cheap booze out of saturday’s red solo cup
tastefully nude
nude as the news
that you're not the dude that she knew
your tongue was sandy as the serengeti oh yeah
you waxed poetic how you got your heartache oh yeah
peeled your face with your fingers and peeled off the layers you peeled them all one by one
priest had seen everything but hadn't seen anything like you — coming clean
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Livonia
04:50
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when you said you were proud of me
felt like you were putting me down
when you flashed that wicked skin
cursed a proper noun, i tripped face-down,
livonia
i got the way outta there
it was fight or flight
and i’m the only one still standing here
cut the vigil light, i’ll last the night,
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Psychic Chatter
04:33
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you’re there with your questions
around your crown they’re buzzing like flies baby
with gentle persuasion
i’m taking your hand in My side baby
shed the skin of space and time
got mystical power stop the psychic chatter and come follow Me
i dove through the hole i punched inside your world (and now it’s mine)
i’m hip to what you hear, that my house is merely alkaline, baby
but it’s not/no it’s not/ any of your business
shed the skin of space and time
got mystical power stop the psychic chatter and come follow Me
no man, can take you outta My hand, no man, no man, can take you
no man, I mean no man, can ever take you from My hand
no man i mean no man, try as hard, as he can
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Kinfolk
03:27
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nothing is easy with you
well that's not totally true
i could talk or I could fight
can't put this off another nite
started with my fingers made agreements with my toes
made a blood pact with my nose
arms length thats me i'm nepotistic
but half up this creek if you need me
in the mood for a joke?
one ‘bout fistfights and kinfolk
talking in circles again
pumping the brakes in my head
i have a need for a golden mind
can't be your superball this time
bouncing on and off the floor
hunting the last buffalo
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Seahorse
04:38
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with the seahorse
the guy carries babies
in the ocean, can't you see his water breaking
he is pregnant, see the stretch marks tight red swollen
cut the mama from your memory, she split for the anemone
head was swimmy with his water breaking
but he's saluted by paternal instinct
this hurts so bad, “puff on this, you’re a dad"
he’s something like himself, but he’s nothing like himself
with the seahorse
guy nurtures babies
he builds his kids a seaweed playplace
in the evenings he meets starfish buddies
cut the mama from your memory, she split for thee anemone
skin is slimy babies burping spitting
but he's saluted by paternal instinct
he grins so glad, “sip on this, you’re a dad"
he’s something like himself, but he’s nothing like himself
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Book of Common Prayer
05:19
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it’s the sin of Eve, she said
"i'd forget my face if it wasn’t on my head"
she takes out her wash, looks down at her name tag scrawled in her sharpied hand
her people all have amnesia oh they forget the sky they forget the sun the sand
she’s from someplace with a difficult name, understand, my friend that it aint no far-off land
memory of melody
i write the book of common prayer
melody of memory
i write the book of common prayer
memory of melody
it’s always in the air, here then there
melody of memory the notes they fly away from me
that’s why i write the book of common prayer
there was a sign on the piano
when it fell on steven, squashed him flat, shoulda seen the sign
susan wanted some music, but she couldn’t remember which was the fm dial
mikhail twisted his ankle, but the term for “doctor” escaped his forgetful mind
(the town all had amnesia, the splintering of sloppy, slidy minds)
i forget Your name forget Your face
(remind me) in Your way
trace the lines as grooves so they’ll stay
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Heathen's Teeth
06:36
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we used to take it easy in a past life
now we sweat now we pull on heathen’s teeth
but nothin's quite as sexy like yr fidelity
knownin’ you aint walkin out on me
No one can love you better than i do, baby
i looked you in your good eye you whispered something fierce
rehearsing all the moves methodically
braiding up our memories, the polish starts to flake
look at them like some high holy day
No one can love you better than i do, baby
"love don't last forever" that's what they say that's what they say
they send it out like a cold war communique
love aint got no sunset that's what we say that's what we say that's what we say
you won’t find nothing better out that way
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Brother Andy Newton Memphis, Tennessee
Hailing from Memphis, TN, Brother Andy Newton nods to Big Star more than Isaac Hayes, and shows a commitment to independent production and confident powerpop.
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