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A classic dictionary of the vulgar tongue
Fell open and filled our lungs
With the dust of affidavit men
That encyclopedia of the vulgar tongue
Balked and threw its rider
Slipped its reins in the library
Who would have thought
This is how we’d come undone
Oh boy here it comes
Come on let’s watch them
Swearing for hire
Consign these things to the fire
We really did it this time
Crackling the flames of cracker minstrels
Back in our golden trenches
We rode those benches right out of town
Oh boy here it comes
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What if I’m the one they find, unrecognizable
What it I’m the one they find
That skull burns slow you know
So dreadfully close to ordinary time
No festival of elevation, no new reason to die
So dreadfully close to ordinary time
That skull burns slow you know
As we do as we please
So please, she wheezed
In the days before she was living clean
What if I’m the one they find
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But for how long must I go on missing you
For how long
The days they are pointless and the nights are too long
Time it is ruthless darling, and I am not strong
Days run into days
Nights run into nights
Hey, hey when you’re away
Nothing is alright
My heart is not the problem that it should be
While we ask whether we should see
Anything in this fog
What fails to arrive is the ghost of this time
Hungry and failing and fine
For how long will this go on
What’s a frail heart to do
We’ll go on missing
Until the night is through
How long can this go on
What are we all to do
The fog is lifting
The sky is true
What fails to arrive is the ghost of this time
Hungry and failing and fine
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There’s a couple things we should ask
About his death mask
There’s a couple things we should ask
About his sticky whiskers
About the golden age
And ask again
What happens next
He doesn’t know, and we know that he doesn’t know
But still we ask
Because we’ve forgotten how to stop
It’s an aberration we say on this unfair day
But perhaps we’re afraid
That fine young frame
Has already slipped away
We wane and we become wax
That smirking mask
That theater of dead medicine
There's a couple things we should ask
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All the booze in the world won’t bring her back
And you’re walking that building alone
All the booze in the world won’t get you on the right track
And you’re walking that building alone
It’s 3 am and you shouldn’t be there
They’ve locked the ladders to the stairs
Vandals need a new home
Where it’s quiet and cold
And we can tear down the walls in peace
Oh never you fear
All our friends are here
I’m teetotal terrific, out of my mind for you
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The new winter isn’t new, it’s just the old one again
Bodies in the snow vanish with the thaw
Or, better put, they wait for the thaw to withdraw again
Mystery now known, how far we’d go
All my clocks are creaking
My bones they’re speaking at once
Thirty years gone
And I haven’t gotten to the bottom of this
The new winter isn’t new, it’s just the old one again
Bodies in the snow vanish with the thaw
Mystery now known, how far we’d go
I’m well aware that young folks go to the dogs much too easily here
So put the city on lockdown put it on quarantine
Because he’s sweating he’s stumbling he’s shaking
And he can hardly see
I haven’t gotten to the bottom of this
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Blue Henry
04:30
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Let’s bleed out like roses
Red like beets
Let’s slip out from under their noses
Let’s slip out from under their feet
We’re dying so quickly now that no one can see us
We’re fading so fast but we never quite seem to go away
We say next time we will learn how to begin
But until then we pretend like the world is beginning to end
The ghost appeared but was mute
You hoped it would speak but it won’t speak to you
To the toe crackers and their publicists it whispers only arthritis
It was strange how that skeleton speaks
Strange how hard he tried
It was almost like he just didn’t know how to lie
He had the earth in his mouth while the worms danced around the square
He surely and truly did love living well
He said it’s been a long time coming, brother
But surely I’ll be young til the end of my days
But what, or whom, was he dodging
When he hid that once so open gaze?
Now that we are all ghosts we will be younger soon
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Chatterlaugh talking antiques
And draughts and
Primogeniture
Just as good as happening
The heathens took home the trophy
Hurrah hurrah
Just as good as pride
The boxes are full
The chests are strapped
And I’m afraid
My eyes are getting flatter
Just as good as happening
Hope I die before I happen
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You will get sick and die
And I
Will be alone by myself
Or
You will get wings and fly
And I
Will be left on a shelf
But I can’t wait to begin our life together
Mama I’m an orphan
And this is important
Mama I’m an orphan
And I don’t expect you to understand
We wait and we are rewarded
It’s not fair, and we don’t care
It’s an orphan thing
An orphan dare
Font and fountain on the holy mountain
You’re not here and we’re not there
I can’t wait to begin our life together
Can’t wait to begin
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Joe Cannon
Jeff Brueggeman
Josh Barto
Gian Pogliano
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