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there was a mousetrap under
the masked severed goat’s head
next to a dead dove
on the platter near the cloisters
expansive and moth-ridden
tick bitten immune system
come back, immune system, come back
i’ve been exposed to the elements
i’ve lain as snake bait and barely escaped
i’ve stared straight into the bright sunlight
keep my eyes open after i die
liquor, magic, dear friends and strangers
i have to say goodbye to my neighbor
the party’s been over but i didn’t notice
no, i didn’t notice everyone go
i’ve been exposed to the elements
i’ve lain as snake bate and barely escaped
i’ve stared straight into the bright sunlight
keep my eyes open after i die
ask the fox, how many skulls are you wearing?
how many skulls are you wearing on the top of your head?
ask the fox, how many tails are you wearing?
how many tails are you wearing how many times dead?
how many tails are you wearing how many times dead?
how many tails are you wearing how many times dead?
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we’ve been underground for too long
and the boys have got their dresses on
and we’re coming upstairs
we might even venture outside
in the broad daylight
we’re squinting our eyes
we’re blurring the lines
no gals, no guys
i’m jealous i’m fine
i’m sure as hell i am quite well
i’m sure as hell i am quite well
we have lost our way around our own house
tripping the traps set for the mouse
but we’re chewing ourselves out
we might just burn the house down
light it up from underground
we’re gouging out eyes
we’re cutting the lines
no gals no guys
i’m jealous i’m fine
i’m sure as hell i am quite well
i’m sure as hell i am quite well
touching hands, touching tailbones
twisting whiskers, locking lips
throwing away the key
hell bound to be free
you’ll feel us at the base of your spine
you’ll see us in the corner of your eye
you’ll hear us at the end of the line
spinning double tongued whispers
silk thread and twine
there is incest in the pantheon
there are neurons in the intestine
there is incest in the pantheon
no one’s home but all the lights are on
you can’t tune out suspicious chattering
that we receive on the family tv
before it is told, the story is heard
before it is told the story is heard
explain it all
explain it all backwards
and keep your heart up to the sky
keep your heart up to the sky
keep your heart up to the sky
keep your heart up to the sky
keep your heart up to the sky... ... ...
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owls in the dark
we summoned you
all afternoon
by the river
congratulations
you made it you made it
come come come come
let's make it let's make it
those snakes with blue irises
are carrying viruses
they'll eat you alive
this is how you die
the way things taste
differs from place to place
the faces
stay the same
owls in the dark
we summoned you
all afternoon
by the river
three of you in the trees
mom, dad and baby
teach me how to eat
teach me how to eat
owls in the dark
we summoned you
all afternoon
by the river
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it’s your fantasy
it’s what you choose to see
sometimes it’s healthy to be unhealthy
the poison is the cure
the prison is the sanctuary
there’s no way i can be happy when i’m happy
this death will be the death of me
there’s a raccoon in the hallway
hissing like a cat at the top of the stairs
let him go out on the roof
let him climb up and down the tree
let him enter through the basement again
and climb back to me
this death will be the death of me
it’s your fantasy
it’s what you choose to be
sometimes it’s healthy to be unhealthy
the poison is the cure
the poison is the cure
the prison is the sanctuary
there’s no way i can be happy when i’m happy
this death will be the death of me
there’s a bird of prey
snatching children from the city
in the middle of day
mama chase him away!
you creature of night
what are you doing in the light?
you’ve gotten awfully cocky
or off your clock
flock, flock and gather
all you creature people
i will be your steeple
flock, flock and gather
predators and prey
i will keep you safe
flock, flock and gather
at my peak
my fellow feral
flock, flock and gather
as one
in perfection
until the moment it turns
until the moment it turns
until the moment it turns
into a bloody scourge
scourge! scourge!
a bloody, hungry scourge
scourge! scourge!
a bloody hungry scourge
scourge! scourge!
a bloody, hungry scourge
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we see the same way
we see the same way
we see the same way
let's go, let's go our own way
we follow ghosts around
not the other way round
followed them back to this town
turns out I'm buried in this ground
my mother's father was a man of god
my father's father died in war
my brother is a union man
and i'm just trying to carry the strands
we are, we are, we are
we are the original
we are, we are, we are
we are the original
don't forget, don't forget this time
we'll give you another try
don't forget, don't forget this time
my sisters and i
are just dirty old men inside
that's why we come together
you'd be surprised what these bitches won't try
we control the weather when we're together
don't piss us off
or you might get pissed on
we wear coon tails and bells
mastered heaven and hell
sweet voices turned deep
whiskey, smokes and no sleep
that shit'll kill you
if it don't heal you
we'll help you die
when it's your time
we've been there before
we'll hold open your door
we are, we are, we are
we are the original
we are, we are, we are
we are the original
don't forget, don't forget this time
we'll give you another try
don't forget, don't forget this time
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6. |
the ballad of the catfox
04:34
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my soul was sold lifetimes ago in the dark candlelight
in the basement of paradise
going once! for some bits of string, going once! for a trick
going once! for some little boxes full of shells and sticks
then my mother’s father’s mother’s father’s mother’s father’s son
called out, “nine lives and foxes eyes!” and so the deal was done
first i spent a lifetime in the attic
the old squirrelly attic
trying on all the dress up clothes
then i spent a lifetime in the cupboard beneath the stairs
i spun all the cobwebs there
i spun all the cobwebs there
but third and fourth and fifth and sixth
and seventh and eight and nine
all happen in an order that defies linear time
i’ve spent many nighttimes talking to myself in daytime
and as a fox i walked this walk
up to a girl sitting in the sunshine
she had my eyes, i had her eyes
we exchanged eyes and lover’s sighs
i left that love, oh, long behind
my fox eyed girl from some past life
mama’s serving frog-legs for supper tonight
so put on your snakeskin boots
and pull your chair up around the table
for a taste of mother’s soup
she serves it cold and one day old
we sit and sup all night
there’s no more chatter at mother’s table
since all our fathers died
she never learned to cook
oh no, mother’s only learned to hunt
she feeds us to each other
and we have her out for lunch
you’ve never tasted life so sweet
you’ve never had so rare a meat
but the circle never was complete
until you served yourself to me
won’t you show me, won’t you show me,
won’t you show me, won’t you show me
one more time?
won’t you show me one more time?
won’t you show me one last time?
won’t you show me, won’t you show me,
won’t you show me, won’t you show me
one more time?
won’t you show me one last time?
you show me yours, i’ll show you mine.
my soul was sold lifetimes ago
in the dark candlelight
in the basement of paradise
going once! for some bits of string, going once! for a trick
going once! for some little boxes full of shells and sticks
then my mother’s father’s mother’s father’s mother’s father’s son
called out, “nine lives and foxes eyes!” and so the deal was done
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CATFOX
Demon of glam-camp rock-erotics and sorceress of hi-literature, nu-carny, post-life song-spells.
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