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Post Op(penheimer)
03:26
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Spoken:
You knowc, you know, it's pretty funny how life works out, you know? Because here, I thought I was just gonna get to come to the clinic and get my meds in piece, but no here I am surrounded by you self righteous hypocritical pricks standing on a street corner cursing me out and calling ME a SINNER? Well here's a news flash for you, buckaroo. You're an apostate, you're an apostate, and you're ALLLLL HERETICS! GOD!
Sung:
I see you stand jar of teeth in hand
Fleshless berry I will swallow you down
Grin and wipe you from my mouth
With my knees dug in the sand
Cats change their color when you approach
There is no honor here for you at all
Feel the rain burn as it falls
You be the bomb, I'll be the roach
And I spoon down your hot and salty seeds
I am become death, in my stomach grows the forbidden tree
A dam falls, and Eve breaks, I smash my old self to bits
Would you drink poison for a body that fits?
Would you drink poison for a body that fits?
I would, I would, I would
I would, I would, I would, I would
I stare up into your lidless eyes
Fields of spikes stretch vast as the stars
Cat nap in the shade between the shards
Nothing else blooms here, we survive
Ten thousand ages our love will persist
They'll taste what you planted in my flesh
And know the fruit still means death
But tempting apple, who could resist?
You whisper sweet as sugar, Cain, Abel rings blood from a stone
I see colors beyond reasoning, you really make this house a home
I dance with the sun bright shadows cast by the fiery sword hung above the gate
How many times can the sky deny you before you turn to the snake?
To find your way back home, would you listen to the snake?
I would, I would, I would
I would, I would, I would, I would
Spoken:
I love the snake, I love the snake
God made the snake, I love the snake
Instead of bread he gave us wheat and you will weep at the form I take
I love the snake, I love the snake
I share in my own creation, I love the snake
I love the snake, I love the snake
I stole your words and threw away your book
I fed them to the snake
I love the snake, I love the snake
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Ahab, or The Whale
05:12
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There's a poet on the ship, who's writing poems about the ship
But it's bought and sold, every nail and board
And I own only this, I hone my spear that's never missed
The only music I know is the rhythm of the oars
Oh, the music of the oars
I wish he'd come at night, tuck in warm by my side
Squeeze of the hand, what joy is in a day
But they're burning me alive but forgot to set me alight
It's just a job, a way to get paid
Oh burning me alive, at shore and on the sea
Oh burning me alive, all mortal greatness is disease
They only find peace in gold, so they sail for the piece of gold
I nailed up, they kill all they can catch
But I am growing old, hot fat in barrels in the hold
Oh lord, let this cup, let this cup pass
Oh, if it can, let it pass
And nights turn into days turn into nights turn into what?
A lonely birth, a cabin of my own now
And I see how he gazes at another it's so easy to let go
Of the earth, and watch for the steaming spout
Ah, ah, ah, ah
THERE SHE BLOWS!
So crack your backs over the oars boys
I want to see blood in your sweat
Rage out against the all destroying beast
But, no, we are not conquered, conquered yet.
Turn your genius into madness
Turn your madness into woe
Who cares about your living flesh?
They've already got your, got your soul
Let your tears fall in the sea
Let your tears fall into the sea
Salt always knows itself
You know water always flows downhill
Speak not to me of blasphemy man
I'd strike the sun if it insulted me
I stand before the wind and I howl
I let the gale wash away my screams
From hell's heart I stab at you
For hates sake, I spit my last breath
My flesh already burns in your stomach
What can my soul care for this body's death?
Let your tears fall in the sea
Let your tears fall into the sea
You know, salt always comes back to itself
And water always always flows downhill
Let your tears fall in the sea
Let your tears fall into the sea
Let your tears fall in the sea
Let your tears fall in the sea
Oh, salt water, salt water, salt water
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Each and every one of you will be buried in the ground
Where every last one of your species lies
Who will remember your name once you're gone?
I have written mine across the starry sky
And the roaring stopped and I started to float
The stars grew so still and close against the black
In all the cold nights I spent lonely singing to the moon
I never thought I get to hear her sing back
In the quiet, I heard my love singing back
You only thought of your dream, as lofty as the heavens
Mine was so simple but you thought it too small
You took it and you burned it with the rocket's kerosene
Save your tears, they mean nothing to me at all
And I'm flying so fast now high among the clouds
Dancing above the green earth, they look just like sheep
I swear I saw the moon smile at me as I chased them around the world
But it's getting warm now, I think I'll go to sleep
And my beloved moon will sing me to my sleep
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I say unto you now, I say unto you now, I say unto you now
I say unto you now, I say unto you now, I say unto you now
Be not afraid, be not afraid, be not afraid, be not afraid
Be not afraid, be not afraid, be not afraid, be not afraid
Be not afraid, be not afraid, be not afraid
Be not afraid for into your mouth I have poured the elixir of eternal life
I have poured into you mouth the elixir and you are
Exactly where you are supposed to be
And look at your hands, and be not afraid
Be not afraid, be not afraid, be not afraid
The lilies of the valley, neither do they spin, neither do they sew
Yet the Lord provides for them
And I tell unto you now
Jesus Christ is born in Bethlehem
Be not afraid, be not afraid
Be not afraid
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5. |
Oh! My Thousand Mothers!
03:53
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Here I sit amidst my wreckage from the electronic surplus store
Wires soldered to my nerves, tendons fused to circuit boards
My heart is bleeding, beating on the table, my soul sewn into the bass
Forgive me if my voice is raw, this current's more than my throat can take
I sing for my thousand mothers whose true names I sought to memorize
Who seized the electric dream and taught magnetic tape to harmonize
A newborn child I woke and heard their gospel in a daze
Angels screaming on the track, "My child, be not afraid"
I only write harsh noise, build music out of trash
My junk is not your business and my gender is thrash
It was a dream to know you, they turned you into a myth
When they strip me for my copper, turn my bones into a synth
HIT IT
Isn't it grand? Isn't it grand? It feels like the very first time
It feels like, it feels like I'm seeing colors again
Like I have the breath of life in my veins again
Like I'm shedding my skin and there's lightning in my fingers
Crackling between my fingers, oh god, oh god
OH MY GOD
I feel wet iron burning the stubble from my face
Sweet mothers hold me, make me holy, fill me with your grace
This is my body, stronger, stranger, it only takes a second
Pass me the spray paint and the solder, watch me as I wreck it
Are those the speakers popping, or my lungs bursting in my chest?
Whether I am ending or beginning, I will put this night to rest
If I burn up from the voltage let my body be the dawn
It cannot be sunrise forever, tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come!
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6. |
JUDAS (Acoustic)
04:15
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On my grimy dresser there's a bottle of blue pills
Every morning I place one beneath my tongue and hold it still
Mary has left me a note, there's breakfast on the stove
But she wakes up early next to John, and all the eggs are cold
Then Jesus comes to me again and grinning lifts his shirt
And I trace the scars on his chest that his virgin birth
Led him to. He was in a bind but he embraced the sacred
God held his face and knew it but it still didn't save him
I see far horizons where the lambs lie with the lions, but
There are poppies growing over where my friends are lying
Paul had an old name but, we never use it and
You may call me traitor but my lover called me Judas
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
I am upstairs breathing in the scented oil on his skin
Then exactly as he taught, I take the holy spirit in
The body on my tongue, the blood dripping down my mouth
Oh who of us apostles, has ever been unclouded, without sin?
Is counting silver now the only time you think of me?
I who dared to love unblinking the bright son of Galilee?
On the mountain he held all creation in his sight
And foresaw the killing kiss we shared in Gethsemane that night
So down through the ages let my name be ever known
As the one who gave him up to death so he could roll away the stone
You curse me, but he loved me too and held me in his arms
And I am only Judas Iscariot, he was the son of God
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
And it's cold out here, out here alone
In the potter's field.
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The Reverent Marigold Tucson, Arizona
Non-binary trans folk music for non-binary trans folk.
(they/them)
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