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Hush Hush

by Stranger Killings

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1.
Catch a Blue Ribbon chorus catch that blue blue ribbon chase it on the breeze chase it through the tall grass chase it through the reeds on the banks of the river where the mud grows thick and black chase that blue blue ribbon down for your young girl (lost love) needs it back winter runs you down and summer’s at your back keep that ribbon hid away in a journal made of leather black where you’ve written all the secrets of the summers at your back go on and keep it hidden that lovely blue blue ribbon find it in a wooden box a wooden box of black when your memory begins to fade and your bones begin to crack hold that ribbon in your hand hear the song of the loon and the lark and the wren hold that ribbon in your hand and fall in love again chorus (lost love)
2.
Dress of Iron, Veil of Smoke Marry me in your dress of iron And your veil of smoke But my dress is harsh and full of steam The man who loves iron Pays for it in dreams You can’t ride forever for free Leave me know while you can Find a wife, settle down, And never think on me again I will feed you fire And keep you full I’ll guide you down the track And never let you go These tracks will lead me far away But another’s hand will guide me I’ll be back again But I won’t be coming back to you Marry me in your dress of iron And your veil of smoke There can never be another I’ve given half my life to you And I’d gladly give the other Smoke is for choking And iron for war And a man who loves these things Pays for them in dreams My lungs are black from breathing your breath And your voice is so loud But I’ve never grown deaf I’ve ridden you back For all of my life And I’ll never stop ‘till I make you my wife It’s true you made me moan And it’s true you’ve made me scream But a man who loves iron Pays for it in dreams Go far away Where the rails can never take you A place where I can never follow A little life And a little home Are things that I can’t swallow When the fire has died For the very last time And I’ve been unmade And every bit of my body Is scrap, for sale or for trade Each wheel and each strut Will remember your name And the love that we made Marry me in your dress of iron And your veil of smoke And these things will never come to pass I’ll build rails across the water And we’ll watch the sun Turn the sea into glass We’ll travel to lands with no names And we’ll just move forever And never come back here again Bury those things Take a wife and never think on me again Bury those things For a man has no future when he’s tied to a train Go find a wife Have a daughter And maybe give her my name Build a house in the wood That sits by a stream A man who loves iron and smoke and steam Pays for it all in dreams
3.
Knots 03:09
knots I am bare with laughing nerves and singing skin by this mercy I am made human (again) whole again I cut apart what bleeds together severed knot and silken tether I cut apart what bleeds together I am stone with choking nerves and grinning skin rend the night and be whole (again) I cut apart what bleeds together in masks of fat and heart of leather I cut apart what bleeds together The din of tissue an aria of blood ritual frames the sleeping flood
4.
I Follow You 03:40
5.
Never Beautiful soak yourself in the milk that is thick with the love and the lust of the breast that is heavy with the weight of the sun and the stars that are flickering out cover your eyes with the hands that are soft like the yolk that is broken and seeping out from the cleft tween your thighs oh cover your eyes with the white of the light and the dark in the deep of the night chorus maybe god cut your face from moonstone and alabaster but I’ll never call you beautiful X 2 and maybe he molded your body from nightmares and snow but I’ll never call you beautiful X 2 because the snare round my throat was made by your two hands your two hands alone bite the tongue that licks your throat and leaves burning trails upon your skin cough up the lace that will shroud your face tear the bird song from your chest to make a home for foxglove and thistle drown yourself in the heat that is ripe with desire and dull with the need in your fingers that are curled in a fist around and angels wrist while your teeth do the job of a dagger chorus
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narcan and butter one you put on top the other gets you out from under and I’m so fucking rich cause I got narcan and butter I got sugar in my veins and fat upon my heart I’m off in ten directions and I don’t know where to start butter keeps you healthy when you’re too goddamn lean and narcan keeps you breathin when you stray too far from clean I'm at home alone there’s no flags and no alarms as I pump all of this nonsense in the black hole in my arm one you put on top the other gets you out from under and I’m so fucking rich cause I got narcan and butter there’s no one here to see me I don’t need no woman’s kiss there’s no one here to stop me and no reason to resist there’s no warning to be uttered and no one to see me shutter I have no fucking use for narcan and butter I have no fucking use for narcan and butter
8.
Stars Through a Lens I will never be complete but i will dream completely I see it growing but not nearly living and I’m only dying I’ve known a touch I’ve known many I’ve felt the terrestrial kiss the comfort and bliss of resting my head on a woman’s soft breast I’ve known men as well known them with handshakes embraces in trust and as friends they are loving constellations but this thing in me rends all around them the light bends I look around and see them and they’re all just stars through a lens stars through a lens I still see that it is growing but that it isn’t nearly living and I am only dying there is nothing in this room but a window with the time i have left I’ll be always gazing through it because the only thing i want to see is the only thing that I can see through this window I’m not certain of where I’m headed but there’s one thing I truly know one thing I truly know that it’s a beautiful day and they are building on Palomar
9.
Dirt Beyond the Paling We lived among the heathen trees I lent my bed to rats I hexed my tongue And ripped the wings Right off my sallow back We lived among the heathen trees There was no law to bind us I hid my daughter far away Where judgement never found us I burned up all her dresses And she went wild in the wood She was a pale and naked hearse For my fear of man and god I wore her first blood on my cheek And I knew that she was ready All I could do was hold my breath To keep my fingers steady CHORUS: This place might be a righteous hell If I could only set the swamps alight And this place might have been a piece of heaven If the light weren’t always failing I dug our graves a mile deep And washed my hands In the dirt beyond the paling We lived among the heathen trees I spent her innocence like a bullet In the head of my sunken mare She bore my burdens lovingly With brambles in her hair I spent my seed upon my seed And grew horror after horror There were no prayers on the wind That whipped across her belly Twenty faces smashed by man Who hid away from god One by one, We took their hands And led them to the water And in baptismal grace We held their broken faces under water Never again in dismal grace To break the surface of the water CHORUS: This place might be a righteous hell If I could only set the swamps alight And this place might have been a piece of heaven If the light weren’t always failing I dug their graves a mile deep And washed my hands In the dirt beyond the paling Go now away My crooked law can’t bind you Go now away And maybe god will find you With each horror lost Each perversion freed A piece of her I murdered So she left my crooked way She haunted the heathen trees by night And hid fully from the day By moonlight she trod the wicked night And her torment never softened Comfort one could not expect For a mother who gave birth to twenty coffins Vespers and devotions She gave into the night I found her early the next day It was a dreadful sight The birds all sang out clean and sweet From the branches of the heathen trees Where my lovely daughter swung In the gentle summer breeze

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released February 14, 2016

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