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Prairie Mothers
04:18
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By the light of the moon they dance fertility
Ask the goddess of old to shape their destiny
Emaciated children cry as the crops died
Fathers sent off to war just to settle the score
Of a rich man afraid to touch the working poor
They came back without their feet and hands to unforgiving lands
It's in the way they make their pay when people are up for sale
They're gonna fuck you for no money then lock you up in debtor jail
Busting heads, busting unions, keeping people weak
They shot a man who had his hands up in the air last week
The blood stained streets and hands become too much for me
It's in the way they make their pay when people are up for sale
They're gonna fuck you for no money and lock us up in debtor jail
We break our back in that factory
Replaced at the first sign of frailty
And when we strike for better pay, some of us won't see the light of day
Mouth full of dust, tools made of rust
Only so much you can do when there's no one you can trust
Mountain brothers, Prairie mothers
We turn to you because the times say we must
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Black As Pitch
03:01
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I am a vile polluted, lump of earth
So i have continued since my day of birth
Although Jehovah grace does daily give me
As surely as Satan does deceive me
Black as night
Black as pitch
Blacker than the foulest witch
I stand with bug bit hands and sink into the deepest ditch
Although vengeful embrace will warmly receive me
As surely as Satan does deceive me
My bloody feet, broken lungs, worn out teeth and tired tongue
A liar from first breath and a thief since I was young
Can I be forgiven for all the things I have done
Oh my crooked hands
Seek peace in distant lands
Oh and it's so hard to see how of this I will be free
If you could hear I'd pray
Not one of us at the end of time
Will be saved on that day
Away from the grave
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Shells
02:49
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Ya gotta take em to the river
all your dark daugthers
ya gotta put em in the lake
give their life to the water
dark hides the shadows
shells washed in the shallows
ya gotta leave when the dirt
that feeds becomes fallow
ya gotta light the fires high
screams race towards the sky
they all break under the weight
of the righteous reply
dark hides the shadows
shells swing high from gallows
ya gotta leave when the dirt
that feeds becomes fallow
they say the blood of the lamb will help you understand
ya gotta believe what you cant see to get to the promised land
same daddy's gotta new name
but you fight all the same
you kill the innocent with bombs
and explain away the blame
dark hides the shadows
shells washed in the shallows
ya gotta leave when the
dirt that feeds becomes fallow
they say the blood of the lamb will help you understand
ya gotta believe what you cant see to get to the promised land
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Until the Death Bell
04:42
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Well I'm known for not believing
And not trusting those who don't try to know themselves
It's not hard to find the answers
but the pain of finding out is a wishing well
I had tried so many times to cover up the blood of my many crimes
with false stories I'd tell
Oh so many nights spent crying out for more of the demons spell
When it's time to find a purpose but darks just below the surface
so easy to tell
You can't hide behind the answer
Yeah I'm fine, as your eyes begin to swell
Well I've walked down every road inside my head too many times
too many to tell
To try and find something better than sad endings to this letter and the
Old feeling and I might as well
tell myself again that I can break this spell
And I swear this is the last time
and the last rhyme that I write
about that cold feeling that breaks my will
I don't wanna see the sun in my windowsill
or hear that lone whippoorwill sing until that death bell finally rings
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Blind Mountain Holler Vista, California
Lowdown, front porch, Americana poets with a penchant for writing about tramps, junkies, sex, and death.
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