1. |
Porchin’
02:47
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I’m not a mangrove
Im not a shadow
I don’t belong to anyone but you
You drink up my wine
I take up your time
Nothing occupies my mind but you
You know that’s true
I was sitting on my porch having a smoke
I was sipping whiskey gingers, brandy and coke
I began to wonder if you’d ever come
Then I saw you walking up my front lawn
And I asked you how your day had gone
You smoke your gras
You slap my ass
Sure, we fell in love, but it didn’t happen fast
I count every freckle on your belly
One night you got upset and said you didn’t love me
Well, maybe baby, that’s an actuality
I tend to doubt it
Your love is home, where would I stay without it?
I was sitting on my porch having a smoke
I was sipping whiskey gingers, brandy and coke
I began to wonder if you’d ever come
Then I saw you walking up my front lawn
And I asked you how your day had gone
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2. |
Shower
03:22
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Restoring a home on Lincoln street
Ripping off siding, busting up concrete
I never met a plumber who wasn’t a grifter
I live with a shape-shifter
And I’m so filthy
My friends grow concerned
But I’m not quick to accept what I haven’t earned
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her house
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her’s
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her house
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her’s
Grief is a hone to a hard mind
Truthfully I’m having a hard time
More and more I’m feeling like an old doggy
Exhausted and my memory’s foggy
And I’m so filthy
But don’t weep for me
There’s nothing left in this world that I’d care to see
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her house
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her’s
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her house
Georgia’s gonna let me shower at her’s
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3. |
Reckon W/
03:16
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Mary, I didn’t get a wink of sleep
I’ve been tossing and turning
I’ve been dreaming and burning up
I don’t think that it’ll happen
Do you?
I can feel that wave of time wash over me
I need some TLC, I need some time to think
But I don’t think that’ll happen
Do you?
Do you?
Do you?
Do you?
I can’t reckon with the part of me that wants to live
It seems so strange and alien
My speech is so sesquipedalian
I can’t reckon with the part of me that wants to live
It seems so strange and alien
My speech is so sesquipedalian, oh
Boy, do I enjoy talkin to you on the tv phone, I don’t know how to be alone
Though I’ve never known lonesome
Quite like this
My life has become a custom torture for one
Not sure that I could explain to anyone
Though I’m not sure that it really matters
Does it?
Does it?
Does it?
Does it?
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4. |
Yahweh Absconds
03:16
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At the foot of a mountain
Miles high and still counting
God was up there and hiding fast
I sought to scale it and kick his ass
I press my puss against the precipice
Up on my way I passed Sisyphus
And I’m scared to fall down
Afraid to hit the ground
I’m scared to fall down
Afraid to hit the ground
But after all, what would change if I had happened to fall
But after all
I made it
I made it
My legs were done in, my heart was weak
My view established at the peak
I saw valleys of irises
And holly grown like green viruses
I searched my mind for a clever quip
That bastard Yahweh gave me the slip
But my mind beared no withstanding wit so
I lay foundered and full of shit
I press my puss against the precipice
Up on my way I passed Sisyphus
And I’m scared to fall down
Afraid to hit the ground
I’m scared to fall down
Afraid to hit the ground
But after all, what would change if I had happened to fall
But after all
I made it
I made it
I made it
I made it
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5. |
Waiting Back at Home
03:30
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Regardless if the sky is crying
Regardless if its clear and blue
I'll return to you
Regardless if the sky is crying
Regardless if its clear and blue
I'll return to you
So I go to break myself at work
The bossman, he treats me like a jerk
And oh, you know, the one thing to keep me going
Is knowing who's waiting back at home
Thinking I've left no energy
Finding you to tend to me
God knows how I became so lucky
Love locked eyes and sleepy sighs
Our tabernacle fitting like a puzzle
Surely, we've eternity to nuzzle
So I go to break myself at work
The bossman, he treats me like a jerk
And oh, you know, the one thing to keep me going
Is knowing who's waiting back at home
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7. |
Will I See You Again?
03:58
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I went to the hospital
It made me sad to go alone
We’re it my wish, I’d have you live again
I hadn’t planned to have survived
It’s not something I thought that I
Would have to navigate
I hallow your power now that your
Absence divulges even more
To me of this world and it’s careless way
Once, maybe twice
I gleamed a glimpse and felt the warmth of storied Sunlight
Then it passed
Now I ask;
“Will I see You again?”
“Will I see You again?”
Words obfuscating everything I’m thinking
Turning friends to strangers with my drinking
I can’t look upon you turn away from me
Waking up alone in spring and wondering
How it came to this unhappy sundering
I’ve myself to blame, take pity on me
I’ve forgotten how to love another
Misanthropy drains life of its colour
Now intimacy is all that I desire
Once, maybe twice
I gleamed a glimpse and felt the warmth of storied Sunlight
Then it passed
Now I ask;
“Will I see You again?”
“Will I see You again?”
“Will I see You again?”
“Will I see You again?”
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Legume Detroit, Michigan
Liam McNitt
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