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An Inside Job
09:10
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Forty-six hours and five sick junkies in the cell with us
Provident chuds all lined with stuff to keep stashes against the bust
Hunger of insects, bug hungry
Dry faces, hideous places
Sweet dreams, adolescent gold
Repossessed flesh caked with come and roses
Below the discipline, a main vein throbs
Flashing blue pain, the nerve bomb
What does she care
About the atom bomb?
The cancer rent?
The bedbugs?
All drummed out, we manage to stave the sticks away
Over-liberated, the limbs and lungs now bend away
What does she care
If her number’s up
A vicious thirst
Inertia
Around midnight
The hourglass of junk has run out
Filling the pallid room
A ghost of a dying howl
What does she care
About the dry gulch
About the atom bomb
If her number’s up
Moroccan roll
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Dirty Wadder
02:21
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The heat closing in
Cuts like a scythe, kicks like a whore
Disease comes again
Into this house, eats anything it wants
If you got the bug juice, I got the time
Shoot that dirty water in this poor blood of mine
So we drive, and we drag
Bloody sky falls low
Oh, the bitter empty bag
Some things we need, most things...
Angels screaming, devils scraping
If you got juice, I got time
Shoot dirty water in this poor blood
Spinning, spitting
On two wheels and tipping
If I can read the notes descend
I might right the beginning
Ending, pending
The palimpsest is smoldering
It's gone
The meat clams again
Crashing through every word
The heat scrapes the wind
The loudest sound ever heard
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Brown Recluse
04:50
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It won’t be hard to see the scars
From the place down where you are
It won’t be long until you’ve gone
Through the place of regal prawns
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Give me something to lose
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Give me nothing to prove
I'm trapped in a railroad mind
The tracks so heavy, they smoked my spine
But oh no, oh no, oh no
Less you have, more you use
Just like a black cat bone
Just like a midnight moan
Like a broken baby deer
Like the worm inside your ear
I could have you anytime
But I think I’ll save you for later
Say you fellate her
Say you fileted her
Why aren’t my parents watching?
Why aren't my hatchlings hatching?
It won’t be long before the bottom fetus
No longer need us
Needlenose spider looked me in the eye
My arms legs and lungs immobilized
She said "I could have you anytime, but I think I'll save you for later”
Death snake throttle choke throat breath blood boil flow sweat stain dust dirt caked legs muscle skin scar tear tear loss hope fades away weak waste space cast drag face meds paste
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Redeemed
04:27
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I saw a dark and silent movie
A holy bleeding projection
Old Bull Lee dethroned
Everyone went home
I tried to disconnect the wires
In sensory desperation
My dying howl
My final mouth
Almost drowned you out
Flashing blue pain
The spiders’ remains
Punctuate my veins
Undone and sleeping on the stains
Tendrils of the zone
Try to trade your ghost
The bitter, empty host
Eventual refrain
Duty calls again
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