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So much wine
Smoke till I die
Lungs blacker than coal
Breast sweeter than most
I want to consume all of thine
All of thine
Meat and crime
Hearts bloody and roast
Burnt down to a toast
Scrape it all into a line, I've no
Child
I have no child
Red caustic repose
Don a collar that's sewn
I’ll wear a long neck all the time
Dye of the times
Dye of the times
Gurns the face of grief
The underside of a leaf
Belly up into the storm, I cry
Oh, I cry
Oh, I cry
Lungs blacker than coal
Breast sweeter than a rose
I want to consume all of thine
All of thine
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Vacant Green Eyes
03:40
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I dapple the sun
Indulge in the rain
Still these fuckers surround
My aching good faith
Obfuscating, these wools
Dripping down just to say
Let his body unfold
He'll be out of your way
A perceived slight
Aversion to poem
Looked up to the sky
With vacant green eyes
And with my calloused hands
Those hard-driven lads
Let their lovers divulge
My last words to hold
Precious grown child
In a stiff cowboy hat
The luxury’s yours
I’ve been through all that
As I was bathing alone
And peace slathered my back
Well, I gave it all back
I gave it all back
Pariahs and ghosts
Bent weird on the rail
Was it fair to collude
With the mother in you
But the loving was good
And I, I was short
I was short of some thing
I was short of all that
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3. |
Piss in My Hand
03:26
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Don't give me lemons
Don't piss in my hand
Don't give me a tongue
To taste what I've had
Don't seek out her swimming
Swimming unclothed
Don't be my rudder
Don't row me home
Don't try to shimmy
To slough off the skin
Don't let the wretch live
Despite all of him
Don't take in the fire
Who's out fucking the wind
Don't you
Don't you let him in
Don't you let him in
Don't you let him in
Don't you let him
Don't you let
Don't make me plastic
Don't make me care
Don't think there's a part of me
I want to bare
Don't stain my fingers
With shit and with soil
Don't reap anything
There's no fruit anymore
Don't be reborn
We're playing for keeps
Don't splay across
Every inch of this thing
Don't be so lending
I know you're not of love
Don't try to end it
It's already done
It's already
It's already
It's already done
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No Masters in Paradise
04:20
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The butters of youth
Cat's milk in the bowl
Slivers of fruit
So pampered and cold
Honey and oil
Sucked sweet from the thumb
We're getting old
Nothing is won
Of filth and of fame
That peach was to blame
Juices that ran
Left trails down the man
Now little bones swim
Just below the skin
And fists that would win
Just hang in the wind
Cake for the sinner
Doomed to eat well
Priest of the living
Living on shells
Some Puritan life
Not a morsel tonight
No honor in living
Living to bite
A crumb of a wafer
Not food for a mouse
Pleading for nectar
A breast in the mouth
No masters in paradise
Just sugar and fat
And the butters of youth
I've had all of that
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Lords of ragged
Rags of time
Scraps I want to fill this
Mouth of mine
Curtain lifting
Slowly
A part of me is in
We suffer, we live too well
We suffer, we live too well
Beasts of burden
Know thy tell
Mothers shouldering the
Boys of Hell
Took the poison
Began to kneel
Down the gullet like a giant horse pill
We suffer, we live too well
We suffer, we live too well
Mint cigar
Thick smoke
Peel apart a scrim of
White cloaks
Violet dress and a
Gold lapel
Drape it on me like an ornament of Hell
We suffer, we live too well
We suffer, we live too well
Death is waiting
In the wings
Hold me tightly
I will not cry
I only came to say goodbye
I just came to say goodbye
We suffer, we live too well
Heartless blooming
Raw power
Takes my bleeding
And fills the bath
I went to smile and you
Covered me
You covered me in clothes
A speck of tiny gold
A speck of gold
Joyless ending
Touch my hand
Let's dance
Cut the sutures
I understand
I know my place before the rod
To be taken into the arms of God
We suffer, we live too well
We suffer, we live too well
We suffer, we live too well
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White Burning Lace
04:49
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Eyes burst
Pellucid moon
I bend
And lick the wound
Locks unfurl
To scrape the louse
Amber curls
Filling up your mouth
To wake
Under your robe
Cedar smoke
Her breath is cold
Smell of white
White burning lace
Strings of coal
Across your face
Brine deep
Under the rock
Wild beasts
Who breach the dark
A brackish flume
Pervades the throat
Ice womb
Divining note
Black field
Starless hound
Eyes steal
Make no sound
Pellucid moon
I lick your wound
What more do I
Have to prove?
Eyes burst
Pellucid moon
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7. |
One Day I'll Be Free
02:52
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I’m not one of the guys/one of the guys
Built my life on all sorta lies/all sorta lies
I'm just here to make ‘em laugh/
make ‘em laugh
I'm just here to be a gas/be a gas
What a world to perceive/to perceive
What a strange way to be/way to be
So hungry to be loved/to be loved
By the people I loathe/I loathe
Driftin’ off/driftin’ off
Into some spiral again/spiral again
This trip has gotta end/got to end
At some point, it’ll end/it’ll end
I’ll go face to the fire/to the fire
I'll go fist to the wall/to the wall
In some ways, I am real/I am real
In some ways, I can’t feel/I can’t feel
Not one of the guys/one of the guys
Tellin’ all kinda lies/all kinda lies
Just here to be loved/to be loved
Just here to be fun/to be fun
What a strange way to be/way to be
On my bullshit again/again
When they say, be yourself/be yourself
Do they mean for your health/for your health
One day, I’ll be free/I’ll be free
One day, I’ll be free/I’ll be free
From this prison of mine/of mine
One day, I'll be free
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Paul Bergmann New Haven, Connecticut
In his relentless oeuvre-building, Paul has amassed an especially articulate kind of existentialism: what it means to persist, and to create, in a world which dies in the near distance. In No Masters in Paradise, the form of the songwriter’s ballad, in the hands of an expert, is turned inward for comfort, resisting the base lure of worldly approval. ... more
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