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House in August
05:21
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House in August
Angry, angry bacon
forced to eat the casserole
always recourse to discipline
sent up to be alone.
Just another failed father figure
leaving everyone to wonder
will he go shouting or sobbing
or will he scowl the evening down?
Mother, will I be a killer?
Daddy, will I philosophise?
Fury, lost and wonder
not necessarily in that order
a borderline fool, and later
the foolishness became bile.
A House in August:
Falling and crumbling like leaves
In the avenue we tread on
To get us to where we’re going.
Mother, will I be a killer?
Daddy, will I philosophise?
Remember you made me
Angry – angry bacon
I have come this far
But I will never forgive you.
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Stoop Fool
04:18
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Stoop Fool
On the stoop, she’s watching
The same old faces passing
The kids have hacked the hydrant
Going crazy in the fountain
The old hag with the crochet bag
The stray breed that everybody feeds
And old Joe, sleeping where he stumbled
Cars passing with rhythm and rumbles
She got one sly-eye like a hawk
On where the street lets the hobos in
For hot dogs, trash and mercy
For hot dogs, trash and mercy.
Some say she stupid
And she concede to foolishness
But truth be told, it’s true
People like to be fools
And people pass her by
And say things like
See ya later
And she answers
What’s a poor girl to do?
She’s always been of a lonesome hue
And whatever scene, she’s blue
Because:
The promises he never kept
The nights he never slept
Beside her.
Anyway
The sun shine on where she sits
On the stoop in the street
On short-shorts and passing fancies
On, hotdogs, trash and mercy
And one day he’ll turn the corner
She’ll see from the sly of her eye
And as he gets nearer
Nearer and closer
He’ll smile when he sees her
And he’ll smile when he sees her
And oh! It won’t mater
Whatever it was, it won’t matter
Just like the hot dogs
The street trash
Or even the mercy.
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Guns of Gold and Silver
Give our son the golden gun
And to our daughter the silver one
With bullets made of diamonds
To battle the beasts and conmen.
Give them arrows made of iron
To shoot the Angel of Death swooping down
A crystal dagger to ward off stalkers
And for the insults: a shield of stone.
Protection
Give them protection.
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Velvet Tigers
04:37
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Buck Theorem London, UK
Made by puppets, crooning for pleasure, waiting for spaceships. And making music.
Also! the singer with Lunar Engine and The Spy Lodgers, Book of Buzz,I Am The Twister
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