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Tiny Little Bowls
03:28
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One time, two times, all times forever
one time, two times, all times for you
Climbing up a memory, dirt roads and moonlight
smooth, black sky like paint on fingers
I've come to suffer you, I've always known what to do
to tap the pain and let it flood like a spring
'Cause I've got tiny little bowls to fill
tiny little bowls to fill, tiny little bowls
empty little bowls
One time, two times, all times forever
one time, two times, all times for you
doling out daily punishments
like taking tea with my regrets
and slipping them a shiv beneath the table
I yearn for that prick but if the first doesn't do the trick
there are myriad ways to make myself break
slide the noose of you around my neck
skin myself and burn the flesh
with longing and matches and might've beens
and on good days I'll feel it
oh, I need to feel it
'Cause I've got tiny little bowls to fill
tiny little bowls to fill, tiny little bowls
empty little bowls with you
One time, two times, all times forever
one time, two times, all times for you
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Crossing Carvin Creek
04:11
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How can you sing the songs of the mountains
when the mountains have been rolled flat?
Get out of the morning, get out of the night
get into the car and drive past all that.
The notions we carry, those to which we're bound
only fuck us up, then they fuck us down
The reason I'm leaving's the reason I love you:
the man is the voice is the terrain.
You can peel the longing from my neck
but I know the road I'm to know again
I'd forsake me if I were meant to stay
make my heart an anchor and I'll break away
I thought I could be still for you
in the places where the rivers bruise
but love gets so funny when wet
and I haven't gotten to the haven't gottens yet
so I'm heading west
And the sky pours love all around me
oh, but love--not everyone needs it
so I'm breaking miles just to say that I can
and to feel the good of leaving
so I'm leaving
I thought I could be still for you
in the places where the rivers bruise
but love gets so funny when wet
and I haven't gotten to the haven't gotten yet
so I'm heading west
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Going Sooner
03:27
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Lord I know I've forsaken you
to be fair you forsook me first
we can pass this plate of blame around
I'm not sure what's worse
the pointed finger pettiness
the angry lack of forgiveness
your laughing at my distress
I'm ready to let it go
Just get me on that road
I-40 going west
Lord, get me to Oklahoma
in a dirty white cotton dress
and we can talk, make amends
be cordial if not friends
I'm ready to let it go
I'm ready to go
These words, these words mean nothing
if these words are all I have
so I'll crawl across the Ozarks
just to find a place to stand
and see myself for what I am:
a blue streak, like lightning
a dry and heavy wind
a destructive force,
a tire swing
swaying and breaking the limb
so let me go
Just get me on that road
I-40 going west
Lord, get me to Oklahoma
in a dirty white cotton dress
and we can talk or walk away
you won't have to see my sorry face again
'cause once I'm in Guthrie
once I'm in Enid
once I'm in Woodward
once I'm in Guymon
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone
so let me go
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shaekrispinsky Tampa, Florida
I usually sing and play guitar in ...y los dos pistoles. I write various other fictions and like cats. A lot.
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