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Yellowed
03:54
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Picture me torn up in pieces
drowning in ashes
and burning with tears
I’m the half of this glass
already past you lips
I’m a photograph faded by years
Breath with me in this smokescreen
Your eyes like black holes
the cold space in between
I’m the life that is left
in your last cigarette
I’m afraid I fear dying
more than death
Heaven is calling
I’m letting it ring
The sky might be falling
So I’m digging in
Standing my ground
I’ll admit I’m afraid
To die here alone
In this hole in the world
With another that you left in me
Rescue me from this fever
my guts are crossed-wires
and I’m currently shocked
at the length I will go
to make my insides explode
just to see something ugly come out
Wrap me in my favorite blanket
lay me in lowlight
put me in my bed
in the space between dreams
slip quietly close to me
wearing nothing but the air on your skin
I’ve still got fingerprints
where your fingertips are missing
that is just in case you some need evidence
more convincing
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Ships & Ghosts of Ships
03:24
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I stumbled into town
Like a dog with three legs
Everybody stared and teased
You said you like like a redneck
Wearing them boots
How’d you like to dance with me
We spun all around
In the lights and the sound
We laughed, and sweat out the drink
I took you home
And I walked all alone
Right down into the sea
There are ships and ghosts of ships
A man is a vessel just the same
We come out of the ground
and we drift for a while
Then we go down again
I spent high desert nights
With a choir of dogs
Taking turns singing scared names
Couldn’t tell the difference
Between spirits and stars
It was like we were swimming in champagne
I sang your name out then
And I lost it to the wind
She hid it in the rocks and the trees
I’ve been drifting for a while
I just want to hear your voice
I just want to see your face
I can still smell you on the breeze
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Blackvein
02:49
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Were you lonely
Did you miss me
Were you bored in your grave
just thinking about what we could be doing
if we were together
Cause four lips makes a kiss
and I think we’ve got silence to spare
Between you and me
here at the end of all things
I remember a boy
He wasn’t such a cripple
on the inside
You’re a bit bright for these eyes
It helps me bleed the ink
from my veins
Were you lovely
by the lowlight
Did you sleep just to dream
When I dream I hope I see your face
and I hold you just close enough
that when our bodies touch
our veins bleed each other’s blood
Between you and me
here at the end of all things
I remember a boy
He wasn’t such a cripple
on the inside
You’re a bit bright for these eyes
It helps me bleed the ink
from my veins
What have I got to give
I’m not ready to give up
thought I was through with this wandering
Turns out I’m just tired
of this business I’m in
Take me with you the next time you go
And if you want to go searching
I’ll go pack my heart
I still haven’t found my home
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Outside the wolves, inside the jackals
I'm haunted by her words, I'm betrayed by my actions
her wounds are bigger walls than I have bombs
and she cries bigger tears than I have guns
As far as I can tell, backing down is foreign ground to both of us
I have never been so useless or alone
Down there are flames, out here's silence
I never felt that kind of hurt, I think she's just frightened
Her skin is thicker steel than I have tools
and she's still entangled in their rules
We're both pinned down, dead to rights, without a fight, no weapon left to use
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do with these hands
The morning is cold, head's a mess of rattlers
My spirit flows like toxins, her body's warm beside me
But her ghost roams in lines I can't trace
I showed up to her heart, found it vacant
So we packed up our things, guess we'll wait it out in this empty house, where we learned how to dream
Now we can't even find sleep, we turn at night, just like our days in the machine...
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If you come knocking at my door
I won’t live here no more
Just some ghosts
And a cold, hard floor
If you come knocking at my door
And the ghosts sing out…
Don’t you go asking where I’ve been
They’ll saddle you with laws and bind you with sins
They say I’ve painted my skulls,
that I spoke with the dead
Don’t you go asking where I’ve been
And the dead sing out…
Don’t try to follow my trail
The frozen tracks, the blood & the hair
Teeth and bones,
They can’t take what I own
Don’t try to follow my trail
And the blood sings out…
If you see a fire at night
High on the mountain, with no moon in sight
Name me a star
And gather your wise
If you see a fire at night
You can sing out…
If you hear a voice in the trees
It’s the echo of your spirit caught up in the leaves
Forsake your reflection
And these earthbound things
If you hear a voice in the trees
We’ll all sing out…
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Dustin Drennen Noxon, montana
Songs and poems from western Montana: a little folk and americana, a little Texas country, maybe more cowpunk, clear love of the West, especially the Northwest, an affinity for good beer, some romance and wreckage, some creepy tales, a general distrust for the establishment, a hopeful outlook all the same. ... more
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