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Califone




Альбом Califone



2002
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Red Food Old Heat
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When the Snakehandler Slips
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Yellow lions and winter sleep
When the power lines are down for days straight
Your filthy eyes and sugar mouth
Left on the steeple with the shakes

Sea glass wheels you folded under
Mercury slides along the tiles
Stepford wives and X-Mas tigers

Frozen ladders on the phone
Sets you on the other shore
With silverfish along the tiles
Left on the steeple with the shakes

Sea glass wheels you folded under
Mercury slides along the tiles
Stepford wives and X-Mas tigers

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She's a loose tooth and she's a bare wire
Unholy fine with a broken charge
Black hearted wife in the growling yard
Silvermine pictures and tongues of flame

Small hands wished away and held back
Painted ocean floor
Pipe and seed the weight relaxes
Razor to the tape

Out to thread taste the silver jets
As they lose control over you
Punctured houseboats in punch drunk cases
Four sunday shoes caught under the stall

Read the rope and steer the pitch dark
Lost on you
Motel sex still fresh on your hand
Razor to the tape

She's a loose tooth and she's a bare wire
Unholy fine with a broken charge

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By the time I filter down to you
A finger for an invitation
Too sane to find the feel
Cotton blood, a jewelry box

The last to leave, the last to come
The elevator waits to take you down
She throws a prayer you'll never catch
And I'm not holding on

Baby's in the engine room alright
Got the trap door by the feathers
Dressing for your date with the dumb anyway

Drunken sailor
Ripe heart attack station
Sharp as pastry
Now for the baby to find

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Dressed up in a bag of nails
Drop of spend wrestling up against the mattresses
Takes the shine from off your forehead
Red food old heat
Honey down your legs
Honey down your wings
How to hush a sick transmission…

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Out to seed for the slow entire
Can't wait to lose you now, say grace and roll aside
Gave your lower lip and tried to steal it back
Speeding in your palm all powder, fleece, and tame for you

Lit machines the motor streams
All down your kitchen throat
A fine goodbye again, fell in between the stations

Dime store fangs and dirty wings
Lap dance from the boys choir, one by one
Petticoats and pails, the milk maid up the back seam
Ghosts against your sun drugged horses
It only rains for you

Your name was on the mortar, maced and still amused
A fine goodbye again, fell in between the stations

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Red Food Old Heat

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Hands across the winter cream
Oil up your carpet burns
Tripping up the gospel plow
No desire to raise the wreck
Saddle up your coma lazy
Diamond noon held it fine
Ear against the plaster din
Kept your hands upon the plow
Wasted in the morning steam
No desire to raise the wreck

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lit a blue tip match off the white of your eye it's apples and cigarettes on cold water drive give your belly to the lions and your throat to all their babies the power washer screams like a panther your rope and scar and rabbit hearts jesus drains electric fences to fill you again sailors mouth and falling brail don't fall away you sleep like an angel with sparrows beneath your eyelids wash in a fountain lean into the kill the mayflies all explode when they come to the coil at the driving range under blocks of fake light a broken feel electric fence don't fall away

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nail gun marines foaming midget horses black smoke threads a straight line from your kidney to your hand from your hand to kingdom come be light enough to ride the backside of a magnet let it stay in lust with all the silver ghosts and dirty pictures fire in the horses mouth spitting cherry stems and square knots and drunk flies in the elevator camera the backside of a magnet let it stay let it stay let it fold the aldermen are praying praying to your picture st. martha locomotion snakes underfoot if easter was a river and the river folded under be light enough to ride let it stay let it stay glass behind the plains hanging ether jesus strobe decatur when you're blown when the river folded under shifting plates and bottle rockets ground out with your shoe st. martha with the serpents let it stay let it stay let it fold

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knock you down when you stall be my legs be my mouth heaven's fake your mother lied sunday morning rolls her eyes and steals your home on your back on the roof steel eyed babies never play let your mouth full up with rain you never sing to me no water no more

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weather like the crucifixion dreaming of a whore that's sparkling like a sparkler dead eyed starlet calm laid you down upon the coats covering the bed and said you are my brothers and what's his is mine the blinder you get the more you can taste don't let me die nervous the kids are eating candy skulls your face is buried in the engine the breaks were singing as you slide someone else's name like a crosseyed baby teething on a rusty knife i'm gonna have your backside lay your plantation down jump the fire burn your hair don't let me die nervous you can't hear a noise til your tongue's bitten out don't let me die nervous sweated off the number on the palm of your hand cold rain about to bust in between your bones and skin forgot what i was begging for you walk like a healthy meal the car alarms are moaning someone else's name

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Got no honey baby now
Got no sugar baby now

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Dressed up in a bag of nails
Drop of spend wrestling up against the mattresses
Takes the shine from off your forehead
Red food old heat
Honey down your legs
Honey down your wings
How to hush a sick transmission…

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When the Snakehandler Slips

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