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Gloryland
02:52
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by Ralph Stanley
If you have friends in Gloryland
Who left because of pain
Thank God up there they’ll die no more
They’ll suffer not again
So weep not friends I’m going home
Up there we’ll die no more
No coffins will be made up there
No graves on that bright shore
The lame will walk in Gloryland
The blind up there will see
The deaf in gloryland will hear
The dumb will talk to me
So weep not friends I’m going home
Up there we’ll die no more
No coffins will be made up there
No graves on that bright shore
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Appleheart Joy
04:12
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Oh the root knot pulls you down through the crown shyness
There’s a maggot in a ghillie suit waiting for its metamorphosis
The holy father’s fingers reach up through the snow so crisp
Followed by his slit wrist
And the Applehearts drink liquor straight from livers clamped to christmas lights
Their thrones of backbone wickers glitter in the dew drops of this lovely night
The watercolor coral crunes of cannibals bring the cast iron fire delight
And you are dressed in white
When we sleep we are knee deep in our graves
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves himself for once
Oh we hid the language of our love in the pedalfuzz of crickets
‘Til our berry brains were boiled by the bachelors high on whippets
Now we’re ignorant like infants unaware of our existence
And the mangled manger’s mayhem won’t be remembered as significant
In the ugly merlot glow of the mortal sacrifice
The holy ghost is graving on the gluten-free flesh of Christ
The resistance with their wild red eyes
Found only fireflies at the end of the cave
And when we sleep we are knee deep in our graves
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves himself for once
I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart
Down in my heart, down in my heart
I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart
Down in my heart for once
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Floridian Rhythm
02:16
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It is the penultimate solution
In the White Wagner Creek pollution
It keeps its bastardized copy of the constitution tucked under its belt
It’s wearing black in May so that maybe we’ll finally melt
It’s in the firecracking feeling of the Sunrise streets
On dirt scarred barefeet in the summer heat
While the firetrucks and cop cars do their dubstep beat
To the speed of Floridian Rhythm
It’s a phone case kiosk at the Sawgrass Mall
Singing just another brick in your wonderwall
Over panicked breathing with one missed call
To the tone of Floridian Rhythm
It’s a dumptruck pulling a particular smell
That makes your dream of Taco Bell
And while we’re sudden thunder storming on the family car
We’re what the rest of the U.S. says we are
But we’ll choose the last trending TV talent show star
With the vote of Floridian rhythm
On the fools hope in Floridian Rhythm
Oh Floridian Rhythm, please don’t eat my face
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Where do you go when you die?
In a grave, in a grave, in a grave
Coupon shopping with the Lord
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves
Let the undead evangelical thousands
Tear all the mics from the stage
‘Cause when I die I will know
What is whole and who is alone
In a grave, in a grave, in a grave
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May We Impress You?
01:35
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For Christ sake and inspiration
Let’s write a song (a demonstration?)
Well I’ll play the C-chord
Job in his nice shirt will place bass
And you can do something interesting
I’d like to announce that we’re arresting
$5 from everybody in this room
Consider it a tax on underage drinking
And if you’re paying with venmo
Come on send the money upfront
And if you’re hitting on Pixie Lily
Kindly shut the fuck up
It’s obvious that I am in a writing rut
(When are you not?)
Cause I’m writing another shitty song about the scene
And we are sing
Let us try to impress you
Do you think we’re cool?
I hope you think we’re cool
Let us try to impress you
At least dance a little it helps our self-esteem
(We have low self-esteem)
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6. |
Naked in a Trailer Park
03:31
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Bible panic, echinacea
Rise in fist from the soil rich with blood
Baptist fever and cattails sprouting out of my neck
You’re teeth are wet and hell’s descent is slowly pulling on your nose stud
In a trailer park in Davie
The sun is bright enough to annoy me
It annoys me as if I shouldn’t just be grateful I can see the sun
In a trailer park in Davie
We bitch about everything and everyone
It’s a religion, it’s a hobby, it’s family fun
Naked in a trailer park in South Florida
Naked in a trailer park in South Florida
Naked in a trailer park in South Florida
Disinfecting the corpse poetry
Tripping over clovers like they’re anarchic shoelaces
This is the part where the author forgot to include an apology
To all the righteous and pure people out there who couldn’t accept it anyway
Dead things don’t change faces
Dead things don’t change faces
Dead things don’t change faces
Naked in a trailer park in South Florida
Naked in a trailer park in South Florida
Naked in a trailer park in South Florida
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Trash Cat
03:22
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The cat walks in with a tea kettle
Boiling puss and moss to forge a new mettle
The last alchemist I kissed was a nobel prize winner
The cat is in the kitchen eating all my dinner
The cat walks in with a trash bag
In Britan they call cigarettes fags
In the U.S. it’s a word insecure fucks call those they’re afraid of
The cat walks in with the trash bag and
I think they’re in love
Trash cat
Trash cat
Trash cat
Dulce dropped the doll crop top
The cat decided to recall the crime
Like the detective
who hand-cuffed your hand to mine
The cat walks in with the Coke Kingpin
The cat walks in with a grudge
The cat walks in with the sleeping dolphins
The cat walks in with a body
I feel it in my heart I’m facing bars
I feel it in my heart I’m facing bars
I feel it in my heart I’m facing bars
Trash Cat
Trash Cat
Trash Cat
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Culling Sons, Moriah
02:04
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God's pride in lavender light Mount Moriah
Sarah's only son spared from his Dad's paranoia
By the bramble-haired wing wearing the pre-sacrificed face
Another blue ribbon of faith for your trophy case
"I don't want to see Ike's charred bones!", cried the goat
Before Abe's blade went under his own throat, prepared to promote
Ishmael awoke to his mother screaming, coat raised over head
A fever of perceiving waiting for the begat's blood to spread
Across Jerusalem the bastards and cedars vomit and resist
They take the ribs of those who christened the slaughterhouse crucifix
While missionaries from the Ladder Day Saints all land in the Caribbean
To flex their fist of control and eat fruit thats forbidden
You hidden with the salt, mid-Mediterranean
The messiah sprouts in the Tigris and drowns in the great rains again
Ike's eyes suffocated by the betrayal of Abraham
Who naively assured his son it was all part of God's plan
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We are the children of Abraham
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Balcony Song
03:46
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I feel my feet getting static in the slush of a small town
I feel like a feral cat hissing at everyone I know
Watching my empty mood detour down through the door toward deranged
If you’re paying enough attention you can hear my voice change
And all the scars scurry like spiders from my armpits
They wrap around my shoulder ‘til my skin splits at their lines
And I feel like maybe I would be making more sense to you
If I had simply said that my scars they spread like vines
If I don’t seem like myself will you throw me from the balcony
Three stories above the place where I will learn to rot
If i don’t seem like myself will you throw me from the balcony
Three stories before the one that finally has a plot
I feel everything but an image that’s inspiring
I smell everything but the variety of cigarettes stained to my clothes
I feel already dead or else god damned and dying
It feels like life is slowly pulling the crusting nails from all my toes
Insert a page into the folder that they keep at my psychologist
It says the patient is probably full of violent thoughts
Maybe you will find me in five years when I think POTUS is out to get me
And you’ll rubberneck and laugh and call the cops
If I don’t seem like myself will you throw me from the balcony
Three stories above the place where I will learn to rot
If I don’t seem like myself will you throw me from the balcony
Three stories before the one that finally has a plot
Psychosocial failures over some psychosis
My cycle of sick seasons never cease
When I was six years old I said I’d be just like my brother
Before I showed the symptoms of my brothers disease
If I don’t seem like myself will you throw me from the balcony
Three stories above the place where I will learn to rot
If I don’t seem like myself will you throw me from the balcony
Three stories before the one that finally has a plot
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10. |
Dining With Jesus
03:26
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Jesus dined with the disciples at a Chik-fil-a
Then he made tabbouleh with the queer blue-haired anarchist
And he went down to the local Food Not Bombs to do what he could do with two fish
He recounted it all to me I am his therapist
And he talked about the chess game that he played with Terry Pratchett
And he talked about rock climbing with the teenage adderall addict
And he talked about the many times his Dad called him a faggot
And he talked about some nostalgia for being unknown
Jesus drank a 40 with the nazi they passed out on the White House carpet
And Jesus smoked the burning bush at a Bernie rally with the marxist
Wait
Jesus died for the school shooter
He died for the Parkland Activist
Jesus died for the schizophrenic and the abusive narcissist
Jesus died for the dismissed survivor
And he died for the rapists
And he lived for you
And I remember when he told me
I love them that’s why they’re going to crucify me
This whole world is bad karaoke but I don’t really wanna go
Existence has its limits and there’s no pain like forgiveness
But you’re important
He wanted you to know
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11. |
Corpse Poetry
04:31
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Colonies of fire ants
Disband and reunite around my shamrock feet
My branches form the china bowl that hold Jehova’s arteries
You can watch them rot and bloom on repeat
Fed on espresso beans and failure
Next to a trailer, well-hidden in the long lemongrass
One misstep away from a serpent made out of cigarette ash
All day, all day
Comfort is in short supply
I want truth, I want warmth, I want to die
Through the rotary winds phasered inflection
I heard the ultra-violet voice of Jim Hensen
He was singing the last verse of rainbow connection
Then he was gone, gone, gone in the pentagrams perfection
But before he left me to the company of the sprouted candlewicks
He told me to drink tomato sauce and take iron supplements
He told me to keep my feet out of other people’s shit
He told me to quit smoking
Fuck off Jim I’ll quit when I wanna quit
And all day, all day
Comfort is in short supply
I want truth, I want warmth, I want to die
I want truth
(I am alone now, I’m alone, I’m alone, with the tone of Floridian Rhythm)
(We are the children of Abraham, naked in a trailer park)
(Jesus saves himself for once)
(Rage, rage, rage me, I’m a chameleon fulfilling your needs)
(You are important)
(I am alone now)
I am alone now
I’m alone, I’m alone
With the tone of Floridian Rhythm
I am alone now
I’m alone, I’m alone
Now That’s What I Call Music
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