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Beatty Wrote a Poem
02:03
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Beatty wrote a poem I said now make it sad don't make it too sad.
Annie want a kid and I said now hey now hey now hey did you think about that.
Do you want to get in my head or is it too much it is too much.
Water like a mother it flows so deep and low and feels so cold to me.
Beatty read her poem I cried there was one line that got stuck in my teeth.
Annie had her baby she cried she cried she closed her eyes as she left it there.
Do you want to get in my bed or is it too much we don't have to touch.
Water like a devil it rips it roars it spits it pours me out again.
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Fortune Teller Creek
03:26
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I'm going down, I'm feeling low down.
I'm going down, I'm feeling low down.
I'm going down to Fortune Teller Creek.
I'm going down to Fortune Teller Creek.
Fortune Teller Creek, you lay your hands upon the water.
Close your hands then you feel the water bubblin' in the palm of your hand.
When the water's still, listen for the whip-poor-will.
Open your eyes, don't forget to thank the Water she's the Mother of the land.
I'm going down, I'm feeling low down.
I'm going down, I'm feeling low down.
I'm going down to Fortune Teller Creek.
I'm going down to Fortune Teller Creek.
Said I'm going down to Fortune Teller Creek.
Fortune Teller Creek, you lay your hands upon the water.
Close your hands then you feel the water bubblin' in the palm of your hand.
When the water's still, listen for the whip-poor-will.
Open your eyes, don't forget to thank the Water she's the Mother of the land.
Whip-poor-will-wippi-waddi-e-ai-a-o-hee-ho.
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Preacher
04:01
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Preacher picks his pocket and Preacher puts a smile on.
Preacher needs a pill but Preacher puts a vial on.
He knows the words have chosen him tonight.
He clears his throat as he steps out into the light.
Then he says...
Preacher wakes up shaking, Preacher's arms in nylon.
Preacher moves the earth but Preacher feels it pile on.
She knows what is down gets up again.
She clears her throat, her lips turn up into a grin.
Then she says...
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When the Garden Bolts
04:01
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I let the lettuce grow too long, it flowered, it bolted, it's bitter to eat
But I don't mind looking at all the pretty flowers, they're yellow and they dance in the breeze
I found a tomato flush red, ripped, and rotted, its flesh running out to the soil
And I thought of a time I thought I'd forgotten, when the vines bound my heart in a coil
It ain't easy keeping stock of all the things on your mind,
Let alone in a garden full of lettuce, tomatoes, and vines
I pull up the weeds, shake out their roots, and feel the dirt under my nails.
Then I kick out the mud from the tread of my boots, worn out from work not the trail
A restless mind wanders when a body feels empty though the heart may stand still in its pride
If left undisturbed in the earth would the roots grow forever or wither with time
It ain't easy giving part of yourself to someone,
Let alone if you know there's a part that's bound to roam,
But for now the garden is fine
Now the air has turned cold, I breathe in the moonlight, on the edge of the garden you stand
In a dress like a shadow you waltz through the moonlight, yellow lettuce flowers in your hair
I call out your name, but expect not an answer, knowing the wind masks the sound.
I'll just watch as you dance in the silence of the moonlight, flowers and vines all around
I ain't leaving, I'm just thinking
About time and ourselves
I hope I know before our love starts to bolt
'Til then suppose I'll stick around
Said I ain't leaving, I'm just thinking
About time and ourselves
How can one know when love starts to bolt
'Til then suppose I'll stick around
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Peach and the Graveyard
03:32
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If you were a peach and I was a graveyard
I'd hold onto your branch with all my strength
If you were the tree and I had an acre
No stone would set, my soil be spilt for you
If you were not green by autumn I'd pray for
Those rains to wash on down and fill my breath
With each one I take the water runs deeper
My soil, she floods, your roots, they bind the earth
The bones, the souls, the caskets and coffins
Feel the loam around them start to swell
Mud in my lungs, I feel my chest cave in
A rib breaks through my skin to touch your root
One final exhale, I'll join the forsaken
No grave, no stone, one bloom alone for you.
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Lately I find myself drinking
To remember all the good times we had
Together 'cuz baby we never
Went one day without drinks in our hands
I'm hoping that if I keep on drinking
I'll remember exactly what I said
That made you walk out and forget me
Along with the drinks that we shared
Well some people drink to forget their love
To wash away the pain
But I only drink so I can recall
Every last line of your face
And I know it's just a memory
But drinking with your memory
Is better than drinking alone
Lately I find myself drinking
I'm lost if I'm not
At least a half bottle in it
So pour me up one more last shot
You said that the drinking would kill me
And I asked, "Is that a dare?"
Then I took that bottle and drained it
And you ran your hands through my hair
But when I wake up in the morning
Alone with no memories at all
I find if I reach for the bottle
I can have you in my arms
And I know it's just a memory
But drinking with your memory
Is better than drinking alone
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Bleeding Mycena
05:09
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