Sunlight to moon and moon to night.
Coffee to water and water to might.
Piss on the wolves and wolves to bright.
Tear up insides and make them
into a chair. Dead fall, mind the tree limbs
shaved to leaf topped spikes down there.
original works of parts
The Knock Down (hired muscle) EP
Gone Fishing
Pinkg! Aluminum bat to skip stones lazy, alright.
Going for it. "Hi my name is" whatever you want
it to be, I'm going, I'm going.
Bobber on the little cutter waves,
cut this way and that, but
cutting in toward the sand bars
that you have to wear big pants to navigate.
Which is why I am wide eyed on the shore.
Getting sun that I cannot look at straight on
no matter how I try
to tune down the brass instruments
in my head while I doze
between swings. Pinkg! Aluminum bat to rock
served better by hand
instead of chopped down into breakwater and sand.
Terms of Occlusion
Slay the dragon whiffy lucky okay
sometimes you will run into a fastball
despite your best effort to strike out.
My eye keeps twitching and I know time is running thin.
I am okay with that, I like to coach myself.
Looking at my bedroom upside down
I can calculate the time of day
by shadows on rooftops.
250 miles for what?
No kiss? No [expletive deleted] kiss?
What the hell did I come here for?
I'm not your heel. I'm not your heel, but yesterday I was.
Bomber Son
If children ever come into the mix
they will be the most virulent or the water in the river
or maybe pennies on the eyes of try.
Knock me down or knock me up, or knock me up. I would be less without you in my sky on my right wing. Shooting up trains, and fields, and motorpools, and every fucking thing. Looking left to empties and looking right to you and your wings and tipping my nose up to see the ground where the 250 pounders land and explode and I envy your high score watching them glow.
Bomber man, bomber man, it's nothing without someone to pound fists after.
Altitude, altitude, strat and gold,
I'll steal some of your dreams and trade you mine
sleep snatcher.............. bull in a porcelain shop
I would never know where to put a tea cup.
But I would never know where else to put a tea cup
instead of inside a bomb with fins,
big boxy things I can mop up later
and hold out a handle, pinky loose,
did you watch it go?
Pinkg! Aluminum bat to skip stones lazy, alright.
Going for it. "Hi my name is" whatever you want
it to be, I'm going, I'm going.
Bobber on the little cutter waves,
cut this way and that, but
cutting in toward the sand bars
that you have to wear big pants to navigate.
Which is why I am wide eyed on the shore.
Getting sun that I cannot look at straight on
no matter how I try
to tune down the brass instruments
in my head while I doze
between swings. Pinkg! Aluminum bat to rock
served better by hand
instead of chopped down into breakwater and sand.
Terms of Occlusion
Slay the dragon whiffy lucky okay
sometimes you will run into a fastball
despite your best effort to strike out.
My eye keeps twitching and I know time is running thin.
I am okay with that, I like to coach myself.
Looking at my bedroom upside down
I can calculate the time of day
by shadows on rooftops.
250 miles for what?
No kiss? No [expletive deleted] kiss?
What the hell did I come here for?
I'm not your heel. I'm not your heel, but yesterday I was.
Bomber Son
If children ever come into the mix
they will be the most virulent or the water in the river
or maybe pennies on the eyes of try.
Knock me down or knock me up, or knock me up. I would be less without you in my sky on my right wing. Shooting up trains, and fields, and motorpools, and every fucking thing. Looking left to empties and looking right to you and your wings and tipping my nose up to see the ground where the 250 pounders land and explode and I envy your high score watching them glow.
Bomber man, bomber man, it's nothing without someone to pound fists after.
Altitude, altitude, strat and gold,
I'll steal some of your dreams and trade you mine
sleep snatcher.............. bull in a porcelain shop
I would never know where to put a tea cup.
But I would never know where else to put a tea cup
instead of inside a bomb with fins,
big boxy things I can mop up later
and hold out a handle, pinky loose,
did you watch it go?
Mutton Song
High B: Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
a won't find
your bones.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh
Mid C: Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, ah see
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
oh yes, they
ain't gonna' find your bones
yeah, yeah, yeah
Big D: Ohimgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamuttonbaybee!
and I'll
bury
all your pieces so deep
so deep, so deep.
oh oh oh
Big A and some C: I'm going to cut you up into mutton,
and stuff my jacket with some of your hair.
Oh yes, oh yes,
When they ask me where I bought my bracelet,
I'll be polite and explain
the leather braid was knit up off your back.
(shots between verses by the way)
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
a won't find
your bones.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh
Mid C: Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, ah see
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
oh yes, they
ain't gonna' find your bones
yeah, yeah, yeah
Big D: Ohimgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamuttonbaybee!
and I'll
bury
all your pieces so deep
so deep, so deep.
oh oh oh
Big A and some C: I'm going to cut you up into mutton,
and stuff my jacket with some of your hair.
Oh yes, oh yes,
When they ask me where I bought my bracelet,
I'll be polite and explain
the leather braid was knit up off your back.
(shots between verses by the way)
Sommer, Sommer, Squints
I told myself I would be taking better care
of myself n'at. Getting around to it and what
needs fixed. Heart break hotel, just tell me
what I fucked up on so no one
has to take the same road
you and I took. The weather has been stupid
good of late. I know I always take
too much time looking up instead of ahead.
Beach balls, baby! I know.
Opportunities. I wish we were both
pumping fists toward the sky. Easy.
of myself n'at. Getting around to it and what
needs fixed. Heart break hotel, just tell me
what I fucked up on so no one
has to take the same road
you and I took. The weather has been stupid
good of late. I know I always take
too much time looking up instead of ahead.
Beach balls, baby! I know.
Opportunities. I wish we were both
pumping fists toward the sky. Easy.
Dragon Comes Home
Kick bits of tin from between the toes,
shreds of armor from trampled foes.
A little robe, click on the telly,
note garbage day, the cave is got smelly.
Candle lit with a snot rocket,
and me oh my it is easier to breath.
A little yawn shakes the walls,
notch the day and take care of hang nailed claws.
Two birds with one
yawn again
worn out stone.
Put on the kettle full of conquered bones
and a few charred oak trunks to taste.
Breath some fire into the big belly stove,
whistle the song that nobody knows.
No home is a home and no bed
a bed proper
without a good stretch and
a waited for cup of tea.
shreds of armor from trampled foes.
A little robe, click on the telly,
note garbage day, the cave is got smelly.
Candle lit with a snot rocket,
and me oh my it is easier to breath.
A little yawn shakes the walls,
notch the day and take care of hang nailed claws.
Two birds with one
yawn again
worn out stone.
Put on the kettle full of conquered bones
and a few charred oak trunks to taste.
Breath some fire into the big belly stove,
whistle the song that nobody knows.
No home is a home and no bed
a bed proper
without a good stretch and
a waited for cup of tea.
The Get Down (long drive with my baby)
Push rods, cam shafts, crank and belt,
hand wheel windows, shift knob, radio,
no deck. Torn up seats, a little rust and
engine growl to keep company.
Solid steel rear views,
rain soaked iron rims,
one flame decal,
two would be sin.
Ride the white hair mammoth
out of time,
embrace hot vinyl
against skin.
Chrome littered
how long have we been datings.
I know you do you know mes.
Touching downs and ups
and whisper words greedy
both ways in tumble rough V8
and slip clutch English.
Howl to me and I will sing you back.
Together we will mow them down.
hand wheel windows, shift knob, radio,
no deck. Torn up seats, a little rust and
engine growl to keep company.
Solid steel rear views,
rain soaked iron rims,
one flame decal,
two would be sin.
Ride the white hair mammoth
out of time,
embrace hot vinyl
against skin.
Chrome littered
how long have we been datings.
I know you do you know mes.
Touching downs and ups
and whisper words greedy
both ways in tumble rough V8
and slip clutch English.
Howl to me and I will sing you back.
Together we will mow them down.
Smoker 34 (sluice candy)
Open locks
the boats go through and horns fire off
to let them know
the passage is okay.
Another kind of trainspotting
at the river
skipping stones in the palm.
Sunlight pounds a skull like a five ton yon.
Tug boats, big red barges, and little white roy G spiked speeders
slowed down until the moonlight shone.
Lits of bits and gravity nicked
until they rip their way home.
Trainspotting, line knotting
rod and reel are boned.
Never miss, never miss, another butt in an emptied beer.
Close locks.
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