1. |
The Dust Catcher
02:52
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Daddy you mean vacuum cleaner,
You sucked the dirt from my face, ass, and hips
Losing traces of my heart in the process,
with openings diamonds take years to grow in
Daddy you stole my hot breath
Til it ran cold and smooth as a statues,
Its hard to move
For we are the dust catchers, we two
You are a vacuum and i am a witch
Who go carried away by her broom
You chopped off my leg to make it
Easier to sweep, but you lost the
attachment so now Ive a visible limp
(dont you think they wont notice)
Please replace my calf with that
Rose bush braided to persuade nasty
Men with my thorns to think again
Before climbing my sex
You and i with our brooms will sit chins
In our hands, alone in our rooms, and
We'll catch any dust as it settles
For we are the dust catchers, we two
You are a vacuum and i am a witch
who got carried away by our brooms
Mesmerized by ceramic, and careful not
to slip, i'll study your mad tattoo, leaving
my arms open
Daddy im your little girl, im your little girl
Daddy you mean vacuum cleaner, you
Stole my hot breath til it ran cold and
Smooth as a statues, and Daddy its hard
to move, hard to move, hard to move
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2. |
Scientist
02:39
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It doesnt take a scientist to understand a broken heart
Doesnt require a fancy graph or colored chart
Sounds just like bawlin cows whove been parted
From their calves, or like this broken record
Keeps skippin on your favorite track
You took the best of me and put it in a glossary
With an index so darn thick, i could frost a cake with it
Youre so above my readin level you wont condescend
To tell me why you broke a fence youll never mend
When the cows are bawlin means their calves have
Been taken in, sounds like this broken record here-
Keeps skippin on my favorite cut
The vinyl i'll keep spinnin, the windows i'll not shet
I'll let the cows have at it- they complete the discord
In my guts- my guts, my guts you stringed your
Racquet with when it was 40-Love and 60 none at all
It makes me feel so small
You took the best of me and put it in a glossary
With an index so darn thick i could frost a cake with it
Youre so above my readin level you wont condescend
To tell me why you broke a fence youll never mend
To tell me why you broke a fence youll never mend
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3. |
Trombone
02:56
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You say we're just friends
Then hold me in your smile
We go for a walk
and dont talk for miles
Then when we're alone,
just like a trombone,
You slide right into my heart
I try to listen to my own heart
When you say that you dont
Look at me that way, and what
I hear is just what i see-
Brown eyes, singin sweet
Songs singin their love to me
They say we're just friends
But why should i explain
That when the night ends
Youll be drivin me insane
When its just you and me
Its like a jubilee
Honey when we're alone
You come on just like a trombone-
You slide right into my heart
You slide right into my heart
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4. |
Dawn's Bog
04:27
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Trompin my way thru the mushroom
Field on my way to see Dawns bog
Trompin my way thru the mushroom
Field on my way to see Dawns bog
Birdsong overhead, crunching on the
Ground now the corn is all dead
Birdsong overhead, crunching on the
ground, fine affair we've had, now
That the corn is all dead
A true lady wears the sunlight well
And she genuflects in clover
Her knees are bare to stone ground
Where mosses grow, and ferns collect
To spout off like dilettantes
A gentleman escorts the shadows from
Her face and swears to the rock audience
'The view is finer, and acoustics great-
just over there.'
Trompin my way thru the mushroom
Field on my way to see Dawn's bog
Trompin my way thru the mushroom
Field on my way to see Dawn's bog
Came across a little bone, musta been
The shin of an awfully young fawn
Said i came across a bone, musta been
the shin, til i had to stop- cus i was in
A skeleton field, a skeleton field
Mayapples bloomed between the ribs
Of a coyote in the clearing
Them shoots was greener than gold,
And gold enough for me to say to you
They were yellow
I looked the other way, the rest of my
Young fawn was posed upon a carpet
Of spring beauties, pink and white
Blooms that appear, first sign of spring,
So delicate, in rugged Kentucky
Trompin my way thru the mushroom
Field on my way to see Dawns bog
Trompin my wat thru the mushroom
Field on my way to see Dawns bog
And the grackles fly, fly on up ahead
So darn glad to be back home again
After such a long fly, such a long fly
Grackles fly, fly on up ahead,
So darn glad to be back home again
After such a long fly, such a long fly
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5. |
Trees and Bushes
02:27
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Trees and the bushes dont mind our rubbish and trash
They grow perfectly still thru our storms, only wind
Can alter their branches
And the crows and the sparrows are playin together
This morning, they dont mind our differences, no
They simply celebrate for the cause of Spring
Keep your eyes to the birds and the trees
For they simply celebrate
Everyday, every day, every day
They grow closer to everything
The trees and the bushes dont mind our emptiness
They dont feel the confusion, cant see
The dishonest faces of men
And they carry on in foliage costumes-
Look, this one wears an ivy vest, this one with
Mossy knees, it occurs to me, they dance a
Certain dance in rhythm with the breeze
And the crows and the sparrows are playing together
This morning, they dont mind our differences, no,
They simply celebrate for the cause of things
Keep your eyes to the birds and the trees
For they simply celebrate
Everyday, every day, every day
They grow closer to everything
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6. |
Blackberry Gin
02:21
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My baby loves his blackberry gin
So i guess i better fix one again
When he does something wrong
Its not a sin, not a sin, you can
Blame it on that blackberry gin
My honey says its just me and him
Against the world, but i know what
Makes his eyelashes curl
If our nights should end before
They can begin, can begin, you can
Blame it on that blackberry gin
My baby loves me best in the world
Lifes the oyster and i am its pearl
Aint nothing pairs with wine like me
And him, me and him, cept for that
Good old-fashioned blackberry gin
My baby loves his blackberry gin
So i guess i better fix one again
When he does something wrong
Its not a sin, not a sin, you can
Blame it on that blackberry gin
My honey says we make quite the team
Hes the engine and i am its steam
Should he go off the rails
Now and again, now and again, you can
Blame it on that blackberry gin
Should he go off the rails now and again-
You can blame it on that blackberry gin
bla
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7. |
My ladder
03:24
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You are so very glad and nice
I want to love you, love you twice
The song you write will be unsung
Im going to climb you like a ladder,
rung by rung by rung
The bell, it sounds for each of us
The bell i found inside your eyes
so damned soft to the touch
The way you love makes that bell sing
The way the bell rings makes me blush
Into the camera you stare stone
Embankments past the taker
Goes your glance in glad enchantment
Comes the Undertaker
Memories of you, there goes my mind
I wanna love you, love you kind
The song you write will be unsung
Im going to climb you like a ladder
rung by rung by rung
Im going to climb you like a ladder
rung by rung by rung
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8. |
Where do i Go?
03:12
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Where do i go?
When all i see is leaves, roots, dirt and snow?
When i see the mountain, am i not really in the
Mountain? and if not in then where do i go?
Where do i go?
When im not in the dirt and snow?
Where do i go? tell me when its cold
Where do i go when i'm settin aside
These ragged bones, if not in the
Leaves, roots dirt and snow?
Where could i be?
When i feel the cool water rushin over me?
When i'm in the ocean, how come i cant
Really be the ocean?
You know, sand sticks where it shows-
So where do i go?
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9. |
Johnnycake
05:10
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Hungry for some sweetness,
But your man aint feelin right
Grandma gave me a recipe-
He'll be lovin you all night
One cup of sweet milk,
And one cup of sour
Two cups cornmeal,
And one cup of flour
A swig of molasses,
Some soda and salt
And the way he'll be acting
Wont be your grandmas fault
Keep a mans mouth full, honey
He will satisfy your appetite
When you make him Johnnycake
You wont be so hungry no more
Stir it up, put it in a greased pan,
And bake it up right
So you want some sugar
But your mans feelin old and tired
Grandma gave me a secret,
go and get your oven fired
Keep a mans mouth full honey,
He will satisfy your appetite
When you make him Johnnycake
You won't be so hungry no more
Stir it up, put it in a greased pan,
And bake it up right
Bake it up right
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10. |
First Class Citizen
02:59
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Dont pick the flowers, dont feed the bears
If you know whats good for you
And dont listen to your mom, dont listen
To your dad, just listen to the voices
Inside your head
I stand above a valley
Peering out over broccoli carpet,
Those tall trees, waiting like a welcome mat
I bobble back and forth, I play with death
Then i take a step back, just laughing
At my naughtiness
And i know and i know and i know
That the climb back ups the harder one
I take the bike path, instead
Smiling at the passersby, i pass on the left
I am the first class, the first class citizen
I am the first class citizen
I am the first class citizen
I am the first class citizen
I am
Dont give disturbing thoughts encouragement
If you know whats good for you
And dont heed the preacher, dont stay in bed
Get up, get out and live instead
Dont listen to your mom, dont listen to your dad
Just listen to the voices inside your head
And dont pick the flowers dont feed the bears
If you know whats good for you
If you know whats good for you
I stand above a valley
Peering out over broccoli carpet
Those stall trees waiting like a welcome mat
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11. |
Impersonating Fruit
01:37
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Come with me into an empty
Banana peel i found stretched
Across a field like a wide, sweet hammock
Let the fibrous lining cling
Beneath our skins with irregular dips like
Stone dressed in downy sprig
I'll slip into your stalking cap
And steer you near the stem
And bend your arms and legs
Around me like a wide, sweet hammock
Then our gold cocoon will sew us shut
With black worms stretched across the
Womb like a wide, sweet hammock
I'm sure i'll feel quite at home
Impersonating fruit with you
I'm sure i'll feel quite at home
Impersonating fruit with you
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Bree Pleasureville, Kentucky
Bree is a poet, songwriter, publisher & visual artist in Farmland, KY. In 2001 she founded Green Panda Press- handmade chapbooks, anthologies & ephemera by poets & artists of the independent press. Writing the songs on Upcycle enabled Bree to break cycles of trauma and create something empowering. ... more
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