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The Oracle
03:14
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When We were small
Our teeth came out
And they fell through the floorboards
Down to the black garden
Growing up under our houses
Each day we waited in vain
For those ivory seeds to pop up to pop up
And you said a watched pot
Is an old fucking bitch to boil
You too said patience patience
You just sit still there under the apple tree
For soon desire will burn less
to see everything change
While patience inside you has grown
When we were small
Our pricks grew hard
And our balls blue and buxom
Wet in the morning
We would wake up to discover
Each day we waited in vain
For those pretty straight boys
To want us to touch us
You said a bird in the hand now will do
Til you can woo all the birds from the bush
You too said patience patience my dear
Won’t you sit still there
Under the apple tree
For soon desire will burn less
to see everything change
While patience inside you has grown
While patience inside you has grown
Like moss on the rock
Like height on the hawk
Like speed for the wheel
Like zeal for the real
When we were small
Our truth shone bright
As the old junebug's lantern
But rattling the belfry
How dutifully worked we to darken
Each day we waited in vain to feel joy
Underneath our bushel our bushel
Then you said sunshine
Never weeps for the drought nor the burn
You then said courage courage my dear
Soon you’ll rise up
Set forth from that apple tree
Knowing desire is what’s god
Meaning god is desire to be
Just to be just to be
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2. |
Little Worm
04:58
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Little worm little worm little worm
You’ve flown to Chicago
May your bones grow as tall as a beautiful tree
And I’ve thought and I’ve crawled and I’ve bought
But shoes, snow tunnels and Thoreau
Only fill in the gaps till I can bite into the apple
And you’re there
On the train
We’re thinking near or far
But shall we learn
To think right where we are
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Little snake little snake little snake
My darling and fatal snake
Swimming down deep and round in my beautiful waters
And the beautiful irony goes
Like my snake and the movie’s worm
He was more than a worm
Him’s a magical wizard
On the train
We’re thinking near or far
But shall we learn
To think right where we are
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
On the train
We’re thinking near or far
But shall we learn
To think right where we are
For the rest of our lives
Til the day that we die
Little worm little worm little worm
When you fly to Seattle
God help any frown that will not be turned upside down
Just give em “wow, gotta go”
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3. |
Mr. Porter
05:39
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Mr. Porter
Here we are this time
You at home with your new man
And me here with mine
Mr. Porter
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
On 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
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 no 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
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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