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Ate Baby Porcupine
04:12
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I ate a baby porcupine
It’s growing through my skin
Bitterness is moldy
Blankets that I've wrapped myself in
I let it in my lungs
I lit it in my lungs
I let it in my lungs
I lit it in my lungs
I drank it down like water
It seems I've walked so far
It went in sweet like raisins
Now it burns hot like sulfur
I breathe it like a smoking gun
I breathe it like a smoking gun
I breathe it like a smoking gun
I breathe it like a smoking gun
I don’t blame myself
But there’s no denying that my skin has changed
I don’t blame myself
Quick as a match I realize that I’m opposite
I don’t blame myself
When really the change has been slow as winter comes to spring
I don’t blame myself
It’s reality, my skin has changed opposite shades
You paint the morning across my chest
Deep breaths like water baptize
My head like a brush across my skin
And I said I’d always let you in
I’ll breathe you like the burning sun
I’ll breathe you like the burning sun
I’ll breathe you like the burning sun
Cause you breathe in me not like anyone
You breathe in me not like anyone
You breathe in me not like anyone
You breathe in me not like anyone
I’ll breathe you in like the burning sun
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It took one night with your eyes and skin across my chest
To turn my bones to molten glass, my skin to molten lead
I’d heard your voice a few times since and now my ears are keen
I've searched this whole damn forest since; I've upturned every tree
And this furnace fire ain’t goin’ out but you're nowhere to be seen
Mama said, “Baby boy guard your heart”
But I think that she’d love me if I got this armor off
She’d see me for who I really am she’d see I’d walked so far
Besides, what’s armor good for if with her my heart has gone?
I came down to the waterin’ hole to get myself a drink
It cost my weight in whiskey to know there’s nothin’ like your taste
I took a rest and thought real hard about every little thing
It could cost my life but mean the world to see her once again
And 44,000 miles ain’t far when you’re at the other end
But Mama said, “Baby boy don’t stray far,
But Daddy’s watching over you he knows you like a hawk
He knows every anxious way and ways that don’t belong
And every way within, oh, he listens like a song”
My blisters stack as blisters do, they’re mats beneath my toes
But they don’t hurt quite so bad the times I think of you
My name might mean nothing to you, it may just mean a word
But I’ll search this whole damn world to find, I've got to know for sure
I’ll search this whole world to find I’ve got to know for sure
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Mother's Song
05:45
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I've washed the blood from my sister's arms
I held her hand til morning comes
I've got scars to prove through many full moons
I’d sing my mother's song
And if I’m to be honest, most times it’s still hard
Full moons bring foxes that dig holes in the yard
If I sleep
I dream...of waking up in your arms
But when the black-capped chickadee quiets by the window
Just like ambitions mom told us to follow
Should you quiet your soul to the “I-Don’t-Know”
Or fuck it all; one more cigarette never killed anyone special
Or if it did I don’t care about you
And I don’t care about me
Just listen to my mother's song
When I sang you those songs God, it wasn't a lie
Just not me anymore, I’ll hear them and cry
Feel free to rescue me like I did for you
When you were bleeding on the street with no shoes on your feet but now I just
walk on
For a while I've been feeling all used up
For to fervently fore-running the glories of God
So don’t bother me with your “Christian-talk”
Cause I've seen things no preaching man would dare speak of
So use me dead, it’s what I said I want
I guess I just didn't realize I’d live long after I've gone
I’m gone
But I’d always said I’d do my best
...you always knew how much to expect
but if the truth truly is exactly what you said
I got nothing left that need me defend
Cause I don’t care about me
Or what you see
Just listen to my mother's song
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Clementine Minneapolis, Minnesota
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