1.I ＆ Thou
Woke up this morning I thought I'd been transformed
My body turned to seed
Grew up a wheat field hewn about the knee
And that's all I'd ever be
I am looking for the thing in itself
Not healing but health,
The other not self
The I and thou
And I am looking for the thing in itself
Not meaning but wealth,
A lover held jealously
The I and thou
Woke up this morning I thought that I could see
The veil'd been pushed aside
The cave wall shadows the whole menagerie
I turned and actualized
I am looking for the thing in itself
Not healing but health,
The other not self
The I and thou
And I am looking for the thing in itself
Not meaning but wealth,
A lover held jealously
The I and thou
2.Divorce
I will make it up to you.
Anything you want me to.
The past is past I can't undo.
So I will make it up to you.
What can you say for all that you've done？
There's just no way.
Did you ever think for a moment about your son.
Your child. Your little boy？
I can't say I'm proud of what I've done.
3.Blood Brother
Come on baby
Come on home
I wish you were here
When I walked into the room
As you might have guessed
Your sister's been kissed
Your father's been laid to rest in the cemetery
Cemetery
Cemetery
Cemetery
Everybody!
Come on baby
Come on home
I wish you were here
When I walked into the room
Oh I think everyone, everyone else
Oh, I'll be the friend you need
Sprinkling of blood that speaks a better word
I have heard it
Oh, I'll be the friend you need
Sprinkling of blood, sprinkling of blood
The book and the bread say
I think I can say
If I let on say
I think I can.
I think I can.
I think I can.
4.We Fold Inside Of Us
It's alright when we fold inside of us
Unremarkable after all the fuss
Half a million strong let the tiger be
Keep our hobbled hopes under lock and key
We only wanted to play a game
It was an accident we tore the modesty apart
5.Church
The bells are ringing
Tolling the hour,
millions upon millions,
baleful and dour
All of our singing isn't for love
The rocks and the rivers
To God above
The weeping wakens the dead, chattering softly, bleached by the
sand
6.Andrew the Wanderer
Stacked near your bedside, books you've begun
With dog eared good intention they're all suggested by someone
Colorful little fictions about animals on parade
The lions and crows have unionized and they're marching for wage
Andrew became a wanderer
Stalked by the bloody hunter
And rest for him it was foretold, in a city whose streets are
paved with gold
The great big depression, machines have won the war
The fallow soil, the market crash, and the motor oil
The boy flies off westward on star spangled wings
And brings back the dawn over the eastern seas
Andrew became a wanderer
Stalked by the bloody hunter
And rest for him it was foretold, in a city whose streets are
paved with gold
Written on the spine of every holy lowly man, woman, creature
and child
A love letter in kind
7.Ames, IA
Dig me out set me free
Jesus set me free
Oh don't you see
I've gotten in deep
Doff my wedding ring
Methamphetamine has touched my mind
Found a place in my heart
Oh my stricken body, and my despairing wife
You want me for a sunbeam, than take me.
8.San Francisco Bay
San Francisco bay,
The city that bears your name.
Golden sun, golden someone entering by golden gate
And we will wait for you singing, ah,
Yes, we will wait for you singing, ah.
Avocado stone,
Sweet mission citracine glow.
Concrete, hipsters and second hand cloths captured on skate
video.
And we will wait for you singing, ah,
Yes, we will wait for you singing, ah.
Here we stand, hand in hand, near the sutro baths.
Ruins of what once was 'neath the din of waves deafening crash.
And we accept our fate, at last.
9.Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Pale horse, pale horse.
Will you bear us to the cost？
To the one we love the most and find our pleasure in.
Pale rider, pale rider.
On the narrow road your stand.
Are you heralding the end？
We're spirited away.
When the dawn comes,
The dawn bringer comes.
When the soothsayer,
The soothsayer speaks.
Who's to say we'll be spirited away？
Who's to say we'll be spirited away？
When the sun rises and warms our worry worn faces.
10.The Birds of the Air and the Flowers of the Field
Oh, bird in flight, your burden is light.
With cellophane bones and pin black eyes.
You trust in the skies, you trust in the breeze,
you trust in the branch, trust in the leaves.
trust in the leaves.
In the leaves.
In the leaves.
Oh wildflower no trembling nor terror.
Blooming today then thrown in the fire.
Appropriately attired, these bleeding hearts tracking the sun
from dawn to set.
From dawn to set.
Dawn to set.
Dawn to set.
It's in the nature of things,
seen and unseen,
the posture of the creature for the human being.
It's parabolically precise and therefore incomplete.
Or maybe not but abstract at the very least.
Like what about, what about, what about？
What about, what about, what about？
What about, what about, what about？
Oh, father deer, what do you fear？
And are you aware the hunter is near？
Who shall mourn, when you collapse in the snow,
And lay down your head, lay down your horn？
Lay down your horn？
Down your horn？
Down your horn？
11.The Animal of Choice
I'll be a wolf and you'll be a bear and we'll bare our claws,
'cus that's our cross to bare. Through the blood that we share,
be me wolf and be you bear, we'll feel each tragedy,
sympathetically.
And I think you are my brother, and I will hurt when you hurt.
The children that dream of our faces will cry for their mother's
hand. We'll be the namesake of every band, the namesake of the
every band, the namesake of every band.
Wooly and wild, everyone that I meet thinks I'm lovable. It's
quite unbearable. 'Cus deep in my past is a thirst that at best
is perceivable and at worst insatiable.
Maybe the animal of choice is the choice to be the animal.
Do you think those dudes were just born plain horrible？ No I
don't think so but then I've been wrong before. That hideous
strength they dealt, oh so terrible. Yeah I can't deny the pain
is historical. Do you think those dudes were just born plain
terrible？ No I don't think so but then I've been wrong before. I
don't think so but then I've been wrong before. I don't think so
but then I've been wrong before.
No, it's more like we become the beast, the beast, the beast.
The wailing and the gnashing of teethAhhhhhhhhhh
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