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Three Fangs
03:06
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In the bight of night
The wolf is raw,
Let-down, and pining in the fog.
Waiting.
Wanting.
She’ll know full soon --
It’s me and her in the wound.
Three fangs in the wild night,
And three whites of the eyes:
“Bang the drum,” she says,
“We’ll sing a dirge.”
Waiting.
Wanting.
Three Fangs,
Ain’t it
Foggy?
Breathless?
Hopeless?
Deathless?
Three Fangs,
Take this
Drum and
Let us
Sing a dirge.
Now she’s rapt, and apt
To sing the hanging rhyme
That rubbed her throat red all this time.
Foggy.
Breathless.
She’ll know full soon --
It’s me and her in the wound.
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Gay-Girls, Only
05:24
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So ask me something
About
These shimmering shallows.
‘Cause there’s no stink of
Tear-stained men
In your country.
I’m only a knave-girl in uncertain light
When the motion is right,
But it’s gay-girls, only, tonight.
And the artists downtown turn a different shade
When you call a spade “a spade” and a jack “a knave.”
That’s how animals behave.
Every second
we stand
In quavering gas-light
I feel more be-
Nighted
By your shadow.
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3. |
Sink
02:52
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Go.
Sink into the
Clay,
Spiritual
Slag.
I know you won’t
Shine.
In a moment we will
Fly
So
Far
On such a baleful breath.
No fanfare will sound on that radiant night.
No wings will be spied in the blast.
No spirit will hold you in the tunnel of light,
So shake the dead hand of the past.
Go.
Sink into your
Faith,
Mummer of kind
Lies --
Fulsome in dead
Praise.
Entropy will
Ring.
Each
Trace
Will sanitize to soil.
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4. |
The Woods Are Deeper
03:48
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Dim as sloe, the woods are deeper
Than the goddess should allow.
Turn away now, you dare not follow me.
The briers bite too sweetly.
You unlatch the gate.
Our egg teeth bump and click,
But your words defile the blackest troth.
It’s the fear of your heart, dear,
That gets me off.
Leylines crease the feral landscape
‘Round the relics of our vows.
You hound the marches, and though I taste your scent
The wild wood beguiles me.
Grind the key.
Bow the strings of your heart for me --
The timber yields a sip of anisette
In the pleasance of your oubliette.
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Astride the Leaf-Queen
02:36
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Over, over, and through the wire
Astride the Queen of Leaves,
Exhaust the foal as she beseeches,
Requires, and concedes.
Scrub the fires of revenance
With the rightful recompense
Of time.
Strike the synapse. Trap the pyre
Of nerve in blood and bone.
Curse the Queen with ev’ry fibre --
This never was your home.
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Tiger In a Tree
01:52
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I can play it pretty sweet,
But I can’t suffer for your fantasies,
‘Cause when you’re here
The bile runs clear.
Your black mind binds on childish boundaries.
You talk about the ghosts who haunt this town
And cast your eyes aside when you see mee.
I’m an absentee, a tiger in a tree.
Back away, let me grieve.
I can play a cruel guitar,
But I cannot unsee your twisted snarl,
‘Cause when you’re near
The blood runs queer
And celibate among the stars.
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Spread the Plague
03:29
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Mix me up with sleight-of-hand.
Spread the plague across the land.
Curse me as I stumble through your howling halls.
Holy waters, once thought pure,
Are antidotes that hold no cure
But poison arrows inking veins accross the pall.
O! Leticia, I don’t feel right.
I will hunger through the night.
Oh, no!
You cracked my candy.
I see you in the looking-glass,
And in your aspect, a different cast:
A crippled ideology I can’t accept.
Beyond that surface, you’re so kind --
Sound of body, and of mind,
But you spread the plague, and you don’t care who you infect.
Your deftness with the needle is so fine.
You turned me on and left me blind,
And I will not forget that slight.
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No Mercy
03:17
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I should be hopeful today.
I should be livin’
Fresh and awash in the spray,
Not harried and driven,
But there’s no mercy
On the roads in-between you and me --
The vastness of filth and concrete.
I’m dying for
A hand at my door,
A wave at my shore that never breaks --
Not for me.
I saw the sun cow the waves
With radiant pinions --
Beheld an ocean of rage,
Thirsty and brimmin’,
But there’s no mercy
In the channels between you and me.
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YR LAD Charleston, South Carolina
YR LAD is a syncretic verbal sigil that embodies the crossroads between the time-shrouded mysteries of tradition and the emerging mysteries of the neological digital era. It manifests the present as a gateway between the new and old worlds: envision the letters as you speak the words, and step through the portal into the essential Cosmic American musical experience. ... more
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