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Boys in the Bed '19
03:23
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K
GHB
Tina, my crystal methamphetamine
Boys in the bed bellies pillowing heads
Boys in the bed bellies pillowing heads
On ecstasy
I wanna feel pretty and smart as a new dress
Lounging by the porn
Out of our minds
And undressed
Wasting nothing but this day away
Wasting away to nothing but a smile
High
Why would we
Why would we ever wanna come down
Why would we
Why would we ever wanna come down
Floating on the ceiling never feeling
We are becoming fabulous fast friends
We are going to fall in love before the night ends
I want to make this last before the sun comes up
And if the sun comes
I might just call in "fucked up" hey
Why would we
Why would we ever wanna come down
Why would we
Why would we ever wanna come down
Floating on the ceiling never feeling
K
GHB
Tina, my crystal methamphetamine
Boys in the bed bellies pillowing heads
Boys in the bed bellies pillowing heads
Boys in the bed bellies pillowing heads
Boys in the bed bellies pillowing heads
On ecstasy
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Beards '19
03:57
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We're two good old country folk
Lettin our beards grow down over our throats
If our rights the coalition vote for to plunder
We’ll know only we should tear us asunder
Here I'll love you where my dad did my mother
Over and under the old quilt-top cover
Where the stars fall and the sun comes up
Over the fields and the rivers of mud
We're not hip to the latest styles
We're good with a smoke and the new primetime
If every year that old Bible Belt gets tighter
Though our bellies grow wider?
Shit, we will abide
Here I'll love you where my dad did my mother
Over and under the old quilt-top cover
Where the stars fall and the sun comes up
Over the fields and the rivers of mud
Let's grow babies in the garden row
Raise them up like birds of blue
Teach them songs of love and hope
Set them free when the dreams
That they dream grow to big
For our gauche little nest in the tree
We're two good old country folk
Lettin our beards grow down over our throats
I'll shuck your corn and pick your tomatoes
If you plow my field real good
Thanks be to God what it gave us
Here I'll love you where my dad did my mother
Over and under the old quilt-top cover
Where the stars fall and the sun comes up
Over the fields and the rivers of mud
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I hate goodbyes so why don't we just
Not saying anything and I'll walk out the door
On my two boy redneck feet
Just put one in front of the other and hit it man
You've got pictures in your head
Ive a song in my ear from last summer bumr dear
That we once were hot and hard
But hot and heavy it just burns the bread
But what's the use of
Leaving you when summer is half over
In the morning glory's creeping up my leg
And that old spiders web is silken honey
Round my heart where a bluebird's laid it's egg
I hate goodbyes so why don't we just
Not say anything and I'll fly to the moon
Over the barn and beyond the bats
And the field of silver corn & silos & tabby cats
Or should I fly to the sun and sacrifice my wings
Sear away this ever-loving-old-aversion-to-changing things
Fall to the earth and give a rats iota
For broken bones and hearts an inexhaustible quota I'll have for feeling my feelings
But what's the use of
Leaving you when summer is half over
In the morning glory's creeping up my leg
And that old spiders web is silken honey
Round my heart where a bluebird's laid it's egg
I hate goodbyes so why don't we just
not say anything and I'll climb up the stairs
Get undressed and fall into bed
When you meet me there won't I give you head
And I'll surmise when the morning comes
What it was yesterday I mistook for love
The spider's spin and the bluebird's nest
& the morning glories winding will learn me best
But what's the use of
Leaving you when summer is half over
In the morning glory's creeping up my leg
And that old spiders web is silken honey
Round my heart where a bluebird's laid it's egg
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Brother Horse
04:15
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Brother I'll lay you
Down and down and down
Brother I'll lay you down and down
Before the bats wake up and fly again
After they fall
I'll lay you in the barn
Before the sun sets
I'll lay you in the barn
Before the moon rises
And you'll dream the fields-In the morning
I’ll find you buttin' the gate
Brother here come the stars
Though you're the dawning in my eye I swear
Sleep here upon this old bed, brother
Brother horse, brother horse of mine
Sleep here upon this old bed, brother
Brother horse, brother horse of mine...of mine
And you are the finest for me on the land
Or in sea, more than rocking-girl-carousel
I fear the pistol not you
And I want to come back jumping like you
Running with four legs-not two is all
But our maker made me your
K double E P E R
I'm gonna put you on the bit
Before the moon sets
Keep you in my heart
Afore my soul let's out
And we'll race the light to the morning
With winged hooves
And hearts that fly
And drums that sing
Far beyond this stupid thing
Brother here come the stars
Though you're the dawning in my eye I swear
Sleep here upon this old bed, brother
Brother horse, brother horse of mine-of mine
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When I die cut me up
And feed me to the pretty paper dogs
If you hear them somewhere out the back door
Do not feel inhumane
But bear the thought and throw me at their feet
So in time no tooth or bone of mine will be
CHORUS
Brother lay your best suit out on the bed
Sister put your black dress on
And paint your lips red
Mother go off Cryin and be so unhappy
But don't you sing no funeral song
Don't sing no funeral song
Sing something happy and sing it joyfully
Throw me up in the wind
Into the lips of starlings and of crows
If you hear them somewhere out the back door
Let them steal up with my
Heart inside their bellies and in time
All my grief will be leveled stone by stone by stone
Plant me deep in the ground
In the later greater days of spring
In the black dirt there outside your back door
And I'll know what to be
& what direction I'll take & my time will be spent
Without a thought of reason for the tree
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Mr. Porter huh
Here we are this time
You at home with your new man
And me here with mine
Mr. Porter huh
Here we are this time
Where a box round my head was
Is now the sky
And my heart a fox
Not for skill or craft
Nor for wile E. ways
But for the light that it sees
In the deep dark wood
Where it never could before
Mr. Porter huh
Do you recall the time
When you drove round the flood
To be at my side
And I made you cry
When I dumped you upon your arrival
And I left you dear
Said, "its cause I love me dearer."
Yet dearer was nearer to hating my guts
And blaming myself
For the fact that you loved me
Yet staying and staying and staying
Where we drank so much brandy that if
We poured it all over the town
We could row over roof tops
When our hearts were hounds
That was the time when my heart was a hound
Mr. Porter huh
Here we are this time
And I still do not know what love is
(Well, I mean) I know love is kind
And it's not really something you say
But more maybe something you do
And less about what
And maybe all about how
And how it never really comes
Though the trick's at the door
And you fuck to forget
And you get high to die
And yes it's never been your fault
For they way that I feel about myself
And I know love isn't just around the corner
It's right here
It's right here
It's right here
Mr. Porter huh
Here we are this time
You at home with your new man
And me here with mine
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John William Watkins Iowa
"Watkins has mastered the art of expressing human emotions in a way that keeps them relevant to anyone with heart, while
remaining true to his specific experience. This is not the moon, or June romanticism enshrined in 20th-century pop songs. It’s something else: lovely and valuable."
-Kent Williams/Little Village
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