Apiary
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I am an apiary
Honey hive of hatred in my throat
I am a dirty river
& nothin’ in me ever seems to float
O I’ve tried & I’ve tried to keep me satisfied
But I just can’t seem to mend my broken heart
So I’ll wander down to the crossroads that we knew
Where I’ll burn for you till death do us part
You are a leaking pipeline
Seeping where the garden’s growing green
You are a preacher’s vision
& Lord above you’ll never let me be
Tho I’ve tried & I’ve tried to keep me satisfied
But I just can’t seem to mend my broken heart
So I’ll wander down to the crossroads that we knew
Where I’ll burn for you till death do us part
I am an apiary
Honey hive of hatred in my throat
I am a dirty river
& nothin’ in me ever seems to float
Tho I’ve tried & I’ve tried to keep me satisfied
But I just can’t seem to mend my broken heart
So I’ll wander down to the crossroads that we knew
Where I’ll burn for you till death do us part
O I’ll wander down to the crossroads that we knew
Where I’ll burn for you till death do us part
Yes I’ll wander down to the crossroads that we knew
Where I’ll burn for you till death do us part
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If I was
If I was a loaded gun
You might
Treat me better, pull my trigger, cradle my barrel, keep me safe outta the sun
Might polish all of my metal, give me your secrets, hold me till the battle was done
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
If I was
If I was a painted doll
You might
Shine my locket, keep me in your pocket, shake my rattle & promise that you’d never let go
Dress me tender, bring me out of weather, o my great collector, ribbons round our fingers like so
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
If I was
If I was a golden coin
You might
Know how to heed me, o you might seek me, praise me as you promised & love me with fear in your eyes
Keep workin’ mornin’ till the evenin’, laborin’ & hopin’ I would be your hard-won prize
Back breakin’, dreamin’ of the takin, givin’ me whatever your body’s got until it dies
Might listen, try to keep me hidden, I would be your center but darlin’, you’d never be mine
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
That’s the way it would go, my own true love
That’s the way it would go
If I was something you could buy or you could sell
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3. |
Through With Lovin'
04:41
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I am thru with lovin’, lovin’ ain't for me
I am thru with lovin’, lovin’ ain't for me
O lovin' ain't for me, my darlin, lovin' ain't for me
Lovin' ain't for me, my darlin, lovin' ain't for me
Cuz you're a newt lootin’ boot scootin’ son of a gun
And I'm lettin’ you fool me and everyone
Well fool me once, fool me twice, I guess they call that lovin’ down in paradise
But I don't know why, cuz it feels real mean, they should call it hell, and get me outta here
O I am thru with lovin’, lovin’ ain't for me
I am thru with lovin’, lovin’, set me free
O lovin’, set me free, my darlin’, lovin’, set me free
Yeah lovin’ leave me be, my darlin’, lovin’ leave me be
Cuz you're a scabby old cast iron rustin’ away
And I'm lettin’ you fool me everyday
Well fool me once, fool me twice, I guess they call that lovin’ down in paradise
Fool me thrice, fool me quadruple, when will I learn anything from all of my scruples
O I don't know when, but I hope it's soon, cuz I'm gettin’ old, and I’m rottin’ away
O I am thru with lovin’, lovin’ ain't my way
Yeah I am thru with lovin’, every other day
Every other day, my darlin’, every other day
Lovin ain't my way, my darlin, lovin’ ain't my way
Cuz you're a skunkweed slitherin’ quick-talkin’ piece
And I’m lettin’ you fool me with looks like these
Well fool me once, fool me twice, I guess they call that lovin’ down in paradise
Fool me thrice, fool me quadruple, when will I learn anything from all of my scruples
Fool quintuple, fool me sextuple, I guess we never made a very good couple
But I wish we did, cuz I miss you still, and it hurts like hell, cut you outta my heart
And I look for your face in every crowd
And I listen for your voice ringin’ out
You're haunting me in every corner of this desert town
O and if you were kinder, and if you were sweet,
You'd cut me loose, o you'd leave me be,
But you never cut me loose, you only cut me down
You never cut me loose, you only cut me down
You only cut me down
So
I am thru with lovin’, lovin’ ain't for me
Yeah I am thru with lovin’, lovin’ ain't for me
No lovin’ ain't for me, my darlin, lovin’ ain't for me
Lovin’ ain't for me, my darlin, lovin’ ain't for me
Cuz you're a newt lootin’ boot scootin’ son of a gun
And I'm lettin’ you fool me and everyone
Well fool me once, fool me twice, I guess they call that lovin’ down in paradise
Fool me thrice, fool me quadruple, when will I learn anything from all of my scruples
Fool quintuple, fool me sextuple, I guess we never made a very good couple
Fool me septuplet, fool me octagon, when will I stop feelin’ so goddurn woebegone
Fool me nine, fool me ten
Well
Christ! I'm fallin’ back in love all over again
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Sycamore
04:15
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I tried to be a girl for you
I did the things that girls should do
I wore the dress and folded my hands
And prayed for the day to be over
I tried to be a boy for you
I did the things that boys should do
I hit the wall with an open palm
And prayed for the day to be over
But now that I'm old as a sycamore tree
All of me flowering wild and free
I'm closer now than I'll ever be
To the shape and the form of eternity
I tried to be your saving grace
I tried to fix what time could not erase
I held your hand and I wore your face
And I prayed for the day to be over
But now that I'm old as a sycamore tree
All of me flowering wild and free
I'm closer now than I'll ever be
To the shape and the form of eternity
But now that I'm old as a sycamore tree
All of me flowering wild and free
I'm closer now than I'll ever be
And I'm farther now, farther from thee
I am closer now than I'll ever be
To the shape and the form of eternity
To the shape and the form of eternity
To the shape and the form of eternity
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Lord, Make Me a Scorpion
05:22
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Lord, make me a scorpion
Give me a poisonous tale that I can wield
Lord, make me a rattlesnake
Give me a skin I can shed in an open field
And Lord, just one more thing
Make those lonesome bells of mine ring
For her no more
Lord, make me a juniper
Send me to stand all alone on a mountainside
Lord, make me a violet
Leave me to grow small and wild in a place I can hide
And Lord, just one more thing
Let those whining whippoorwills sing
For her no more
Lord, make me a thunderstorm
Let my rage turn into mercy that falls from my eyes
Lord, make me a tumbleweed
Empty my head of the mem’ry of faithful blue skies
And also her kind laughin’ eyes
And Lord, just one more thing
Let those cold winter winds bring
Her ‘round no more
O Lord, just one more thing
Let those lonesome bells of my treacherous heart ring no more
Oh ring no more
Please ring no more
Oh ring no more
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Staying With You
04:23
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Well I am a ramblin’ guy
I ramble, that’s what I do
I run and I hide and I jump to the side
Well that’s what I did before you
Well I’m not a romantic guy
I’m practical, that’s what I am
I don’t dance, I shudder, and I drink from the udder
But I’ll give you whatever I can
Before you I never thought twice about love
I kept to myself and the heavens above
And although I am scared and quite unprepared
This time I’m staying with you
Now I’m not the nicest of guys
I’m a downer, and that’s a fact
I turn men and women away from my sinnin’
But with you I’ll make a pact
Now I am a frightened guy
I scare easy, what can I do
I been beaten down and battered around
But I’m hopin’ your love will prove true
Before you I never thought twice about love
I kept to myself and the heavens above
And although I am scared and quite unprepared
This time I’m staying with you
Now I am a doubtin guy
I got worries and misgivings and woes
O but you said that you love me like the stars up above me
So I’ll breathe and see how this goes
[Before you I never thought twice about love
I kept to myself and the heavens above
And although I am scared and quite unprepared
This time I’m staying with you
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7. |
Philomena
05:40
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shaking like a leaf while the trees all turn to glass
workin all day cuz the money's hard to pass on
drifter at the creek where the cat becomes a prophet
frozen to the quick when his breath all turns to losses
bring me to the brick house down by the cemetery
braid your hair all slick cuz i think we're gonna marry
god only tricks cuz the truth is hard to carry
when the winter melts i would like to move away
sparrow in the meadow are you lookin for me
fox in the snow are you lookin for me
beetle in the weeds are you lookin for me
are you lookin hard
lover on a tuesday are you lookin for me
mother on a sunday are you lookin for me
every other evening i am lookin for me
i am lookin hard
cell-mass sucking towards the ever-moving tide
only rats will mourn us when we go and die
only dragonflies will wreath our heads with cherries
only holy fungus will do us right by eating
marigolds in heat and all the petals poppin
i could try believing but i can't try that often
burning open landscape while people form a dark wall
rabbit won't you tell me anything at all
sparrow in the meadow are you lookin for me
fox in the snow are you lookin for me
beetle in the weeds are you lookin for me
are you lookin hard
lover on a tuesday are you lookin for me
mother on a sunday are you lookin for me
every other evening i am lookin for me
i am lookin hard
so sing me off to slumber as our pipes all freeze
sing to me of lilies, sing to me of trees
sing to me of supper, sing to me of bees
sing to me as many songs as you might please
sparrow in the meadow are you lookin for me
fox in the snow are you lookin for me
beetle in the weeds are you lookin for me
are you lookin hard
lover on a tuesday are you lookin for me
mother on a sunday are you lookin for me
every other evening i am lookin for me
i am lookin hard
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Well this is the story of the tricks and glory of the medieval Catholic Church
The plague was killin’ and the Lutherans winnin’ in the battle for souls on Earth
So the pope looked around and then up and then down, an idea underneath his hat
He looked at a deacon, said, “Listen here, Stephen, I think we can cap-it-al-ize on that…”
So some henchmen went roamin’ in the Catacombs of Rome and dug up all the bones of the poor
They wrapped ‘em in gold, ready to be sold, complete with lots of made-up lore
Then they got in their stirrups and rode across Europe and in every town they said,
“Listen here pagans, if you want savin’, give your money to our holy dead”
Well it ain’t
quite the truth
But neither does it count as a masterful lie
Just another money-maker
Designed by rich men digging through pockets in the name of the Bank of Jesus Christ
Buy the finger of Peter, you fishing net weaver, and you’ll catch more fish than you can fry
Wear the girdle of Magdalene on your birthing bed, your baby will not die
There are 98 vials of the foreskin of Jesus and they’re yours for a limited price
Just pay the church all that’s in your purse
And we’ll throw in Saint Lucy’s eyes
Or can we…
Interest you in relics from the maidens of St Ursula
Hundreds of ‘em, got so many we need to disperse ‘em all
How’s about the yella braid that once adorned St Agatha
Here’s a St Theresa, I think that it’s a scapula
Don’t be scared, it don’t have to be a big dilemma
Just pay to touch the severed head of Cath’rine of Siena
The dried blood of St Jan-u-ar-i-us will turn to liquid
If you pay up with any-thing that’s gilded
Here’s the tongue of Anthony, ‘n it’s still wet like he’s still livin’
All 10 of Clare’s fingernails, can’t ya feel the grace they’re givin?
And a sword from when St Oda cut her own dang nose off
And a relic from when mourners bit St Francis’s toes off
Doubting Thomas stuck his finger in the bleeding wounds of Jesus
Now it’s yours for a buck and a bit of your fine cheeses
In my bag I’ve got some Peter and St Paul
O bless your heart, you need ‘em, o ya gotta catch ‘em all
Ya gotta hand it to that pope, he sold a whole lotta hope in a time that was brutal and dire
And tho hope ain’t his intent that’s the way that it went and what is hope but a kindle for fire?
Who knows how the world coulda spun up and whirled if those fake holy bones had stayed dead
Or how many ways of keepin’ the faith mighta colored our world instead?
O it ain’t
quite the truth
But neither does it count as a masterful lie
Just another money-maker
Designed by rich men diggin’ thru pockets in the name of the bank of Jesus Christ
It ain’t
Quite the truth
But neither does it count as a masterful lie
Just another money-maker
Became a way of marketing that Bank of Jesus Christ
Became a way of colonizing prayers for Jesus Christ
Became a way of honoring that gay ole boy Jesus Christ
Amen
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Creekbed Carter Hogan Austin, Texas
folk 4 folks who mean it
trans folksinger workin hard in austin, tx
"fingerpicked introspection and bittersweet confessionals" - austin chronicle
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