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Carolina
where did you go
I've been in the city
and now you're gone

I came on the greyhound
from new york city
I thought you'd be here
waiting to greet me
but all I have instead
cornfields and
blues
sitting on your doorstep
with nothing to lose

chorus
/first stanza

Down here in virginia
nobody cares
about the way things
have gotten out of control
and you used to say
everythings gonna be ok
but without you here
and the love we shared
im not so sure these days

and now you're gone
and I'm sitting here
with my gun
and a bottle of beer

chorus

I've been in the city
and now im all alone
should have never left here
but i had to roam 
i should have listened
when you said theres nothing wrong
with the way things are
holding onto you
in the back of your car
sitting on the porch with you
watching the stars

chorus

I never told you
all the things I should
've
the way you made me feel like
no one else could
've
now I'm sitting alone
and watching the sun go down
and i got my
gun
and this sorry country song

so I'm packing it all up again
in the back of my truck
I'm hitting the road tonight
to where the sun is bright
sorry I done you wrong
but there aint no time
and now that your gone
i can
't make it right

so im loading up my gun
and putting it right here
cause nothing makes sense no more
without you near

chorus

(Brown/goransson)

 

West Virginia Mining accident

I had a dream last night

I was west virginia mining accident

It was all over the news last night

West Virginia Mining Accident

 

And the Captain said

Blow out your flashlight

yeah he said

blow out your flashlight

 

I was in a west virginia mining accident

didn't have much time to breathe it in

charlie said you have to go past the rubble

but little sammy joe was holding on to my legs

 

when the smoke cleared I couldn't see my own face

I felt the charcoal blackened in my lungs

and i knew i was done

when they pulled me out i wasn't but half a man

and then a light came through the oblivion

I thought of my wife little patty smith back on the porch

little jimbo junion crawling on the floor

pulled myself past that boulder on the left

 

i had a dream last night

I was west virginia mining accident

it was all over the news last night

west virginia mining accident

 

and the captain said

blow out your flashlight

 

for i had my hand in the craggy coast of man

batterys gone dead and soot in my breath

cause we got 52 seconds to live

but sammy joe is still hanging on to my legs

and now were running out of oxygen

i'm writing this letter from way down below

 

(goransson/brown)

 

 

 

 

  Out of the Woods

There is a grander light as seen between the trees
As the mountain’s bowl has encompassed me,
Coddled me with the sweet pleas of a robins sorrow
Gleeful cardinals and their early morning rise

To the efface of this, my own tent of a head
For too long the hoarded nuts have been given girth
So much so that I have leaked out acorns to the streets
Relinquished my wealth  in sanguine sweat of dreams

For what has one gandered from this to come out of the woods
Alive and breathing new found future
All one has to do is work through the pain in the hand of scythe
To mow down the numerous thoughts that linger there

A gait of pure frivolity when the moment so calls for wine
A stride in the heat of the furnace, my toe numbing pine
Of ones escape into a coordinated flee, nigh’ a full out gallop
Into the unknown territory you’ve been holding your breath for

And now young man with your Thoreau hat, your coals alive for the week,
Your tattered Chekhov in hand, may you find your sleep
I look to the Radio Telescopes, to the love of a woman
To come out of the woods, a radiotelegraphy of hope

For what has one gandered from this to come out of the woods
Alive and breathing new found future
All one has to do is work through the pain in the hand of scythe
To mow down the numerous thoughts that linger there

To come out of the woods, a radiotelegraphy of hope
To come out of the woods, a radiotelagraphy of hope

(brown)

 

 

Pasagetdown
 

It was houston, texas, mid july

I just got home and my throat was dry

sick of the cracking, sick of the fry

I slapped my lady and said lets ride

                                               ride ride

 

thought I better take it down to the saloon

to remedy this state of apocalyptic gloom

instead all I saw was the phosophorus sun

I pulled another drag of my longneck done

                                              done done

 

Well listen susie I need a new record

if they're a fussing, im gonna pull my gun

threw her a quarter and said merle haggard

cause I hate shooting men with nothing on

                                               on on

 my pasa get down darling
my pasa get down girl
i long for your sweet embrace
i look for your flame

it was out riding the industrial night

just passed the crest of the baytown bridge

felt like a bladerunner with all of the fires

the moon hung low, big droopy and orange

 

like a catalyser, ready to avenge

I plowed right down the ol' 225

picked up a girl, might have been just 14

but it didn't matter much, cause I like small titties

                                                         ha ha

the best fucking fourteen id ever seen
like two eggs
in a hanky
she said, listen sir, i dont do spanky
I said listen baby sorry I don't speak spanglish

 she was a fine sinoreta with an eye for detail
fine corsetted shirt I just ripped to entail
leaving behind, like
a cookie crumb trail
her small sad smile of a long gone pasa--

get down
get down
get down
on your knees
get down

     she took my soul in those buttons she unbuttoned 
and the flesh was cold like the boys at haleburton
my little carmalita I should always remember
she sighed as she came leaving just a minor stain

for we both knew I was droppin her off
at the del sol taquieria
like a tear, my little senorita
i was heading on, i was heading on
                                              on on

my pasa get down darling

my pasa get down girl

i long for your sweet embrace

i look for your flame

 

oh for how we both must have grown

and then some day like a johnny cash song

I'll face that boy that welled in her belly

i thought i saw her, at a shipley's donuts


but i coulda been wrong they all look the same 
do it in a laundrymat my grandpap would say 
for just a buck and a--dry up
and all the suds from her frothy cunt

and the lint from my little belly runt

down to the chineselady fluffing a shirt

we cry out loud for these sad sad songs

as the orange moon rises against the dust

the filth in our lungs – chokes us up

and we die a little more - again for

my pasa get down darling
my pasa get down girl
i long for your sweet embrace
i look for your flames

pasa get down
get down
       on your knees
get down
       on your knees
get down
get down

(brown/goransson)

 

 

 

Harlem Blues

I grab your hand on Malcolm X Avenue
for we hold daisies to Orpheus Lass
and bring them to here to sacrifice less
to sweat chicken grease and bleed true

our jawbone jazz / count bassie swagger
a brooding denature, a beautiful view

like when Michael Jackson passed on by
we hopped from corner to corners and
spread our petals in the sidewalks
told the tshirt sellers with their obama crack to beat it

come here honey and dance to this jive you hear
for we live love to jitterbug on the blues of harlem

And when we pass the old churches on ol' one-twenty sixth
we'll drop our little seeds in the swells,
drop the bums a few crumbs, drink our sugar hill
and make sweet love on the sun going down in harlem

And when the ATLAH preachers tell us to pray,
darling we kiss the grass of marcus garvey park,
hold our heads up to the gospel music on stage
slap our laps our tamborines and sing

praise be to the streets of god hiding in manhattan,
praise be to him, who has brought us here again

our count bassie swagger -amongst all the chitlins
brooding denatures, the beautiful views
of middle school chalk -  simple mathematics
of jumpropes and mothers come hithers

And declare god willing we'll rest here one day
amongst the greats that line the boulevards,
the delis, crack peddlers, and muslim sermons
for this shoot-out is no longer bullets, but love

come here honey and dance to this jive you hear
for we live love to jitterbug on the blues of harlem

so drink up you're cobras and colt 45s
braid up your hair, shed your neck ties
loosen you're belt, forget about work
for sweet peas, collar greens, and jermacian jerk
cause today baby theirs a marching band
and fireworks at night with a little rock in my pipe,
a bit of trees in hand
another day, another
dollar, another daydream
down the gutters of martin luther king

praise be to the streets of god hiding in manhattan,
praise be to him, who has brought us here again

and there lies langston hughes buried under that schomberg library
praise be to him, who has brought us here again

(brown)

 

 

 

got a telephone call from switzerland

got a telephone call from switzerland
hopped up on dextromethaforapham
she says she wants to hear my voice again
shes says shes been crying all night again

I had to leave here there in new york city
told her I was going out to the country
cause shits really hit the fan here,
and I'm not ready to go back to zurich

cause baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
i miss you
and baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
i
know

she had to leave the country for a wedding
and I had to make a drastic change in my heading
with the tear stained invitation
left for the sewar rats, and the subways

youre coming over the airwaves to istanbul
and i got my head down a bottle of whisky
your sounding kinda kinda like you miss me
and im waiting for your heart to unfold

and she says baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
i miss you
and i say baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
im
know

I got 8 dollars and 57 cents in my bank account
not enough euros to even make the call
you think I have some sorta hidden phone I'm not using
and anyways out here we can´'t get any sort of coverage at all

if I had to fly over right now I'd say
be mine baby baby tonight
take me in your arms again
and baby we'll make flight

   she says baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
   i miss you
   and i say baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
   i know

(brown/goransson)

 

 

 

Jesus is a Walmart

well jesus came back
I saw him in the walmart
grocery check-out line
leaning on his cart

I said hey he said sorry dude
no time for autographs
I said you came back for us
he said a man's gotto eat

so do you have any trouble
adjusting to the way things are
i wanted to know jesus looked me
dead in the eye

i could help you set things up i said
but jesus paid no mind
withdrawing from under his robe
a gold plated visa card

he looked little the part
but smiled at the cash register
who totalled up his purchases
and handed him his reciept

well, i said, jesus
i guess this is where our ways part
he said what are you talking about
this is the fucking walmart

(goransson)

 

 

Romanian girl

there comes a day
when a man looks up at the sky and puts his finger in his mouth
and wonder which direction the wind is stemming from
-

and he knows that he knows that he knows that he
loves a woman
he can't get her out of his head

the way he feels his fingers along the everloving curls of her long and beautiful hair
i want to smell her in the early morning dew
between the covers and her pillows
the flaying arms and legs
we make an everloving pretzel
with my mustard spewing between her teeth

 she giggles a bit

-uses floss and then we move on to lunch maybe and after
dinner mint
whatever she wants
i give it to her
i give it to her

i go outside and smoke the last cigarette in my pack of cigarettes
that i swore to god i quit for her but she says she doesn't care
and i will go on making smoke signals with the small blankets of our love
that we find tattered on the bed
 throw it in the laundry mat she said
but i said fuck that
i want to feel you and your filth
be underneath your beautiful fingernails and lieeeeeeee
there

lie there

 baby i miss the way you taste
miss the way we taste together over fruit
because i want to pull those socks off and jump in
to
your beautiful swimming pool of love
tangle
d before me your acrid looming desert of a dream
calmly passing by
i want you always there with me
but you sighed called me over to you
said that ill get tired of you

 i know it is a lie -i know it is a lie

i want to lie within you
collapse between the laps in your thighs
and peddle on your breasts
make your mouth my
little piece of trumpet noise
take you in my breath as i stand outside in the wind
stick a finger in my mouth and wonder what direction its coming from today

where are you today
i want to smell you in the wind
even when your a thousand miles away
i can smell you in the wind
i can smell you in the wind
even when you're a thousand miles away
my baby i look to the sky
and know that we're under the same godblessed stars
at night and
in the day i will always look and pray
to feel you by my side
always and forever
romanian girl

romanian girl
I wanna smell you in the wind


(brown)

 

 

I Stole a Piss in the Graveyard

the former northern most point of norfolk,

I hid behind a giant tree

the cold marble heroes laid down in front of

the freemason built catholic church

 

to lead way down the elizabeth river

past the hippies standing in line

to the one dollar coors light life of waiting

for prostitutes to finish off their fat clients

of the republic, shitting on her back
 

this existence existential one compadre conceeds

justifies the most rash of passion as to what one needs

to grab the fallen pecans from the landscaped headbones

crack a meaty morsel truth for own belly lint

 

nor covered in pamphlet or public service announcement

all traded for 1000 pounds of tabacco and casque

I have cornered the market on the hallowed land

first we thrust forth an ideology aggrandesized
non taxed wealth sailing port to port in search of

a supple indian hide to scalp and add to health

another soul raped, geneology left for disease

the blanket of comfort they have constructed

to wander and wonder and wander and wonder

and wander and wonder and wander and wonder
 

and this I dig from the spade of luck

who there with me in urn but ashes and books

to burn to signal a romance over seas

and incense a tribal god worship

  

that will bring down the plan of planes

as double bird shot to engine

we bring tea, marble masterpieces this steam

I stole a piss in the graveyard

I stole a piss in the graveyard

I stole a piss in the graveyard

 

(brown)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up on the Mountain

 

I'm gonna go up on the mountain
and sit there by the fountain,
just my god, (my god) and me

houston she can wait,
tell stockholm i'll be late,
before a man can choose he must be free

yes i've done too much drinking,
it's true, and now i am sinking
so i'll sit here, for just a little while

i'll sit here on the mountain,
i'll sit here on the mountain
just my god, (my god) and me 

there are many things that can bring a man
to his knees, that can fill a man
with hopelessness, anger and despair

he can roam from town to town
or live deep inside his mind,
the only thing he has left to give- is fear

so tell my wife I'll do all i can
to try and be a better man,
tell my son that i'll always -be there

i'll sit here on the mountain,
i'll sit here on the mountain
just my god, (my god) and me

shine your light, spare your grace
on my torn and tired face
my god, have mercy on me

all the wrongs that i have done,
far too many for one song,
can you see what i can't see?

is there hope left to speak of,
is there love left to speak of,
enough to set me free?

i'll sit here on the mountain,
i'll sit here on your mountain
my god (my god)

(goransson)

 

 

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