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Hungry Fox
05:33
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The hot spots are getting hotter
Burning with the business of the day
Still you dream of tick tock
From your great-grandfather’s clock
In grandmother’s afghan
In your father’s rocker as you rock
In your
Quiet cabin in the snow
Full moon moonlight lights the sights below
Ivory blanket on your bed
And the road ahead
Through your pipes runs Elmer’s glue
White mouse in the flour shoo, mouse, shoo
Then the cardinal in the tree jumps excitedly
Ruby skin burgundy cotton
Chewing on an apple turning ripe into rotten
Crawling like a lobster through the foam
To the front door of your home
Hungry fox stares at the hens
Through a lens that makes it all make sense
One is hunted one is catched one is Springly hatched
Wrapped up in blood red leather
Sticky purple sweater in the wet Summer weather
Licking a vanilla sugar cone
Near the front door of your home
As you slept the storm grew great
Like ’77 or 1888
Six feet deep and five states wide
Stop light sunlight starts glowing outside
Five a.m. is morning walk
But today it’s time for morning shock
Now you’re moving like a dream
Through a pool of cream
Dream of elephants standing in a trance
On your natural piano keys
As your lamplight bleeds the story of a whale
You will be that stuff, a jewel in the rough
A feather on the seas
Keep your mind at ease because
The way is steep, the gate is narrow
Shooting like a sparrow through the air like an arrow
Crimson shadow spreads across the floor
Near the front door of your
Quiet cabin in the snow
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Listen and you’ll hear the song
The wreck of the triple one
And if you come
Feel the collision
As we pull away from
Stolen play station
Suicide message from the wreckage of the 111
222 passengers and crew
From Chatsworth to
The medevacuation of 197 from the 111
Could the engineer have known
That the words on his phone were
The wreck of the 111?
One, just one, thy will be done
Or trouble comes
Through tunnel twenty eight eight
Rolling like a freight train
Something like a hundred tons
Did he see the red or the text in his head?
The wreck of the 111
Now that train is gone and this song is done
Until the next one
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Stingray
03:07
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Open umbrella
Moves like a mop through the ink
Like an on fire
Shoulder-length wig in the sink
Like the red sun as it
Sank to the mud only yesterday
The day before today
Ivory titanic
Like a white ship through the ice
Like a gigantic cat
In a room full of mice
Serpent of flame on the
Hindenburg hanging up
On display
Burning like the sting of the
Stingray
Darkening darkness submarine light
Fire hose colossus mountain of white
Twisting around around in the sound
As one swims up another floats down
20,000 down
Broken umbrella sinks in a cloud to the ground
Caught in a bottomless dream of the sea while
The stones stay
Where all the bones will lay
A day after today
The day after the sting of the stingray
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4. |
Angry Words
03:50
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Say no angry words the 13th to the 12th
Say no angery words every morning to yourself
Don’t just float like a moth
To a flame of gold
And don’t advance like an ant
To the sugar bowl
When every breath fights to the death
Breaking the neck of no one
Take the A far, far way
Rock rock away with someone
Say no angry words to those angry teens
Say no angery words on your Internet machines
Don’t take the lemming way out
Sinking in the sea
And don’t just jump from tree to tree
Like a monkey
When every breath fights to the death
Breaking the neck of no one
Take a train named A far, far way
Rock far away with someone
Say no angry words the 13th to the 12th
Say no more; say no more, every morning to yourself
Don’t just float like a moth
To a flame of gold
And don’t advance like an army of ants
To the sugar bowl
When every breath fights to the death
Breaking the neck of no one
Take a downtown A far far way
Rock far away with someone
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Someone shut the shutter as
Someone else kicked your ass
And it stuck to you like white on trash
Bumper to bumper until at last
The pinball ball broke the top glass
And thirty years on you’re looking for
Anyone, Anything, Everything
The lucky sons with the quick thumbs
Forgot to thanks their sugar moms as they
Aimed and shot for the highest score
In the city like a freed man
Hungry like Duran Duran
And twenty years on you’re looking for
Anyone, Anything, Everything
Down on the floor
A chewed apple core
In hot apple cider
“Say, can you play?”
Said the fly to the spider
In the cabin 444
Something shoots through the front door
It’s the early bird and he knows the score
He saw what knocked you off your feet
Made you sweat purple in the summer heat
And years from now he’ll be searching for
Anyone, Anything, Everything
Did the brain in your head make your head ring ring?
Did the thoughts in your brain make your brain sting?
Till everything blew apart everything everything
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Monomaniac
04:13
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I’m the serpent in your orchard
Whispering near your head
Wrapped around the wooden branches
Making the green ones red
After afternoon of napping, it is me you see
I see r-e-d
Fuming at a traffic stoplight
Swaying tauntingly
Underneath the burning top light: rose and burgundy
Seven sevenths of the rainbow scarlet as can be
I see r-e-d
The setting sun, vermillion, sinking out of view
I walk that red brick road that leads me back to me
Girls walk by me dressed in ruby
In the street tonight
For the summer it is here and the time is right
Monomaniac you call me, I do not agree
I’m not anything it’s just that everything’s r-e-d
Alizarin or Orenthal Crimson Sunrise by Maybelline
Martian explosion turning the ocean food color 17
Springtime transfusion, cherry profusion
Throughout the esplanade
Look, everything is red as anything, is it not?
Like Lennunn or McCarthy
In the last century
When the flag I love is passing
In my reverie
I’m saluting just one color
The one that I can see
I see r-e-d
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Mr. Baby
03:19
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Listen Mr. Baby there’s nobody home
No one in the branches or on the phone
Well now you know, you know
Just how wrong things can go
Sorry Mr. Baby, no one in the house
No one in the mousetrap but one white mouse
And now you know how wrong
Things can go
And just how low is low
Things were meant to leave us
Things were meant to go
When they leave us
It should grieve us less
Each time, you know
Truly Mr. Baby, no one anywhere
Was someone, was something ever there?
Well now at least you know
How wrong
Things can go
And just how low is low
Things were meant to leave you
Things were meant to go
When they leave you
It will grieve you
Less each time, you know
Yes it’s so
Less each time, you know
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Power Broker Blues
03:03
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Who drew from the brink
That boy, do you think,
Moses, big Mr. Moses?
Who made him so much,
A prince and a judge,
Moses, big Mr. Moses?
Follow him because he’s great
Mighty as the Empire State
Who found us the bread,
Who drowned in the red,
Moses, big Mr. Moses?
Who listened and heard
And acted the word
Of Moses, big Mr. Moses?
Follow him because he’s strong
Pray he does no wrong
Who stretched forth his hand?
Who made thick darkness in all the land?
Who smote the rivers until they stank?
Who fed the serpent at the bank?
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Glimpses of The Underdog
03:32
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There, in the fog
I saw you, underdog
Red and blue and white
Making things with light
Is your speed
Thunderous, lightening speed
33.333333?
Tell me, what did I see?
Seeing as I did see
Glimpses of a picture of a moment of an echo of
A story of of the glory of of the underdog
How would it be
If I had simpley
Shot you with my phone
Fossilized your bones?
What would I have to have
To have what I have had?
Glimpses of a picture of a moment of an echo of
A story of of the glory of of the underdog
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No no no don’t you do it
No don’t you do it
No no don’t do it
Don’t do what you’re dying to do
No don’t do it
Oh no no no don’t you do it
Oh no no don’t you do it
Don’t you do what you’re dying to do
I can see it as you both decide
To ride a ride you can’t afford to ride
Coney Island on the Southern coast
Don’t look now but your friend is a ghost
No, don’t do it
Oh no no no don’t you do it
Oh no no no don’t do it
Don’t do what you’re dying to do
One, just one, thy will be done
In a world of doubles
Two, it’s true, it will not do
When a sea of troubles drinks you down
No no don’t you do it
Oh no nuh no nuh no don’t you do it
Oh no don’t you do it
You should not do what you’re dying to do
I can see it as you both decide
To run the red and the yellow lights
Photograph you with your apple phone
There’s no one home; you’re standing alone
No, don’t do it
Don’t do what you’re dying to do
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The Gravel Pit Boston, Massachusetts
On November 4th The Gravel Pit released its PledgeMusic-funded 5th album “Serpent Umbrella” on DeeVeeUs Records. A 13 year hiatus followed the release of Mass Avenue Freeze-Out, the follow up to Silver Gorilla & The Gravel Pit Manifesto. The band’s first album, Crash Land, was produced by Memphis legend Jim Dickinson (The Replacements, Big Star). People in Boston and a few other cities love them. ... more
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