Lust

"Hey you

Gender nectar

Sifting through the grain of gold

Tripping at your door is that you.

Alpha in her blood

And when the woman lies

You don't believe her

Rolling and unrolling

Coiling emerging

Running free

Running through the underworld into your room

Is he real or a ghost-lie

She feels she isn't heard

And the veil tears and rages till her voices are remembered

And his secrets can be told

Hey you gender nectar

Crystalline from the vine

You know you'll drink her

Rolling and unrolling

Coiling emerging

Running free running through

The afterworld into your room

So she prays

For a prankster and lust

In the marriage bed

And he waits till she can give

And he waits and he waits"

*****

Escuha Lust Aquí:

Rattlesnakes

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"Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days

she says a girl needs a gun these days

hey on account of those rattlesnakes

on account of those rattlesnakes

she looks like Eve Marie Saint in "On The Waterfront"

She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance

She's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San José

and her neverborn child haunts her now

while she speeds down the freeway

as she tries her luck with the traffic police

out of boredom more than spite

she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard

she's oblivious despite herself

She looks like Eve Marie Saint in "On The Waterfront"

She says all she needs is therapy

All you need is, love is all you need

Jodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hay

She says a girl needs a gun these days

hey on account of those rattlesnakes
On account of those rattlesnakes

She looks like Eve Marie Saint in "On The Waterfront"

She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance

her heart, heart's like crazy paving

upside down and back to front

she says ooh, it's so hard to love when

love was your great disappointment

a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of those rattlesnakes

a girl needs a gun these days

hey on account of those rattlesnakes

a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of those rattlesnakes
on account of those rattlesnakes"

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*****

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Escucha Rattlesnakes Aquí:

Spring Haze

"Well I know it's just a spring haze

But I don't much like the look of it

And if omens are a god send like men

Breezing in

Certain these clouds go somewhere

Billowing out to somewhere

In a single engine cessna

You say we'll never make it there

So all we do is circle it

Uh oh

Let go

Off on my way

Unseen this eternal wanting

Uh oh

Way to go

So I get creamed

Waiting for Sunday to drown

Uh oh

Way to go

Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh oh

Way to go

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on sunday to drown

So I know it's just a spring haze

But I don't much like the look of it

And all we do is circle it

And I found out where my edge is

And it bleeds into where you resist

And my only way, way out is to go

So far in

Billowing out to somewhere

Billowing out

Luna riviera

Billowing out to Somewhere

Uh oh

Let go

Off on my way

Unseen this eternal wanting

Let go

So if I really get creamed

Waiting for Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday to drown

Why does it always end up like this

Why does it always end up like this

Why does it always end up like this

Uh oh

Off on my way

Unseen this eternal wanting

Let go

Way to go

So I get creamed

Waiting on Sunday to drown

Uh oh

Waiting on

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh oh

Waiting on

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday to Waiting

Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh oh

So if I really get creamed

Waiting on Sunday to drown"

*****

Escucha Spring Haze Aquí:

Over It

*****

Escucha Over It Aquí:

'Til The Chicken

"So some say she got green enough field

And some say she got too many strings

With petticoats out and goin' hall gown

The sweetest nylon no not where she's gone

Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings

Some say she got plenty of stark

Some say she got some Divas and Kramer

Why all this spare then shaking her tail

The sweetest nylon no not where she's gone

Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings

Until the little chicken come home"

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Escucha Aquí Amazing Grace/Til The Chicken