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Get Your Goat
Lyrics
- Love Catastrophe
- Swoon. Do fall. Again. Undone.
Switch place kissing you is fun.
These hearts folds are gorged with the blood of all souls ever in love.
But its alright, Jane; its a part of the catastrophe.
- Shake Your Halo Down
- Dip a cloth in a bowl of blood lean your horses hide
with it. Stick a fish in a tattoo gun watch what color ink comes out.
Die gin bottle wedged in wet hand Best at what I do, mom says.
Shake your halo down like snow from a pregnant cloud about to blow. Makes
a neckbrace, a belt. and then a hole in the ground.
- White Page
- Sunny day sitting still on the roof Wet concrete below is soft
Tar's electric breath billows
Some day very soon I'll be sure to you to fly to fly It's such a natural
thing to do.
- Pebbles
- Poor little girl screaming traffic in her hair Poor little girl
screaming traffic in her hair Poor little girl screaming traffic in her
hair Poor little girl screaming "Oh where'd mom go to"/two Poor little
girls screaming traffic in her hair Poor little girls screaming traffic in
her hair Poor little girls screaming traffic in her hair Poor little girls
screaming "Oh where'd mom go to Oh where'd mom go?" Candles swim low in the basement of one mans one-man home Cameras tape you
approaching the door you can't find your comb
- The Hair Pillow
- Veins and a rope. Gold hair wrung out. Laughing. From back of the
sheep-shack, a high bleat hum.
Veins map the hair pillow. Strung out. I'm sleeping. Its the kind of a
nap, though, you don't wake from.
Sky of gold. Pink and lazy in pond I lay. Take it slow. Drunk and crazy
in a pond I lay.
- She Wears He-Harem
- Ooh you wear your he-harem hat and a lace bib that zips up the back To be
an 'N' on a leash of men an endless spool of fools lick of patchwork in
your new suit.
See the stone moths that sweep up And your suitcase ful of new clothes
Made of manskins and the souls that pop out.
Ooh you wear your he-harem coat and a real dick boa wrapped around your
throat To be an 'X' in sexless equation bead on a spool of jewels cold
backup for your crown, Queen.
There's a suitcase ful of old robes And the seamster is a stone moth made
of real hearts and the souls you done stole.
Ooh you wear your he-harem dress and fake lashes lap up the mess that
grows like breath within your wake coin-toss a glance back at the road of
men you paved, dear.
- Rain Covered Cat
- Can't kill rain-covered cat Can't kill rain-covered cat
Can't kill until you hear him mewl.
Seen you sleeping, can't do that very well. See you's, leaving,
can't do that very well.