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The Animal Shelter
03:09
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My scar's started bleeding and my heart can't go on.
My eyes have grown dim and my brain starts to swim and I'm gone.
Then I pick up the scent
And my body's unbound from society and government.
Can't distinguish the breed
But any one of the above can fulfil my particular need.
Then there's a shock to my skull and I see it--
How that door opens wide.
The white coat reaches out and gets me
And I'm going outside.
There's that scent coming down the hallway
And my feet get free.
I'm led straight to the room where my senses swoon
When the door shuts behind me.
Back in the streets I'm in miserable pain.
It's five minutes gone by since that smell passed.
I got that white tile room getting stuck in my brain
I'm halfway to insane at long last.
Female hairs filled that room and they spoke of a foul plan
Because I felt in my gut a cold cut from a hairy, white hand.
But although they were men they could not kill me then.
I left two of them bleeding and with my heartbeat still beating I ran.
But there's the patter of paws!
So thank God I'm not governed by the Mosaic moral law.
I'll chase that sweet little tail
And I'll run 'til I drop. I won't stop until they throw me in jail.
Just one look and I'm hooked and I see her
And she's gray as a gray can be.
By that truck tearing up the sidewalk
And I'm crying with glee.
I put my face in her fur and I greet her
And I'm flying off the street.
While my little heart pounds my paws touch ground
And then a hand grips my feet.
I look straight in her face. Her scent's now more than a trace
And that steel door shuts on my free days.
Though they'll cut me unkind, it's shot far from my mind.
In a friendlier fashion, I'm blinded by a passionate haze.
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2. |
The Duck Hunter
04:20
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By the paddies and trees,
My chin rests on my knees and I'm dreaming.
My mind sees you smile,
And for a tenth of a while, my heart's beaming.
But in my sullen case,
Fortune acts as unkind as it can.
It's time for you to make up your mind
Between me and your man.
Now my captors have brough me my rice,
And it's swarming with vermin.
My mouth howls broken sounds at the clouds
Just as if I were German.
If I'd been shot dead that day
In the city of Hue, I'd be clean.
But I see hungry children slaughtering pigs
In my strange, vivid dreams.
Gone are those sweetest of times.
I continue to pay for my crimes
But when you open up my prose and my rhymes
I know your heart still keeps me.
As I gather my new point of view
My broken spirit slowly learns to be true.
My memory wanders to you
And how we once loved sweetly.
I'd forego my cigarettes and my meals
To sense the way your curvature feels
But in this world of bamboo and steel,
I need a solemn promise.
I'll take any old token you find.
Send it care of the Cong, they won't mind
And if you've chosen to leave me behind,
Send me some farewell kisses.
I remember that cool autumn night
When your husband went hunting.
How we shut all the doors
And the house filled with gasps and with grunting.
Love has taken me time,
But now it's something that I understand.
It's time for you to make up your mind
Between me and your man.
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3. |
The Sun is a Mighty Lamp
02:33
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4. |
I'm Sorry We Met
02:28
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I had a board. I had a red car.
I kept a place inside the neighborhood bar.
But last Tuesday, I took it too far
And I'lll relate it straight away.
Bring to mind a wood floor and blaring baseball games.
Feel the coursing of booze in your blood veins.
Then you'll have sensed my condition of brain
Which stretched out all that long night.
My eyes looked around.
I'd come to inside the strangest of places.
A new, nameless beach town
With a truckload of unfamiliar faces.
Despite calls from the crowd and a bill to pay,
I resolved to call that long night a done day.
I was sure I'd stumble off the right way
While the moon shined behind me.
As I recalled an old dream filled with moss hills
And the scent of the sea reached my nostrils
My feet traveled by their own random will
And my memory went dim.
My eyes looked around.
I'd come to inside the strangest of places.
A new, nameless beach town
With a truckload of unfamiliar faces.
With my five-day old beard and my bare feet
And my skin getting burned in this dry heat,
I've since stopped trying to remember that street
Which I traveled that long night.
Now I'm off to the brush on that hillside.
I'll chase the rabbits and I'll steal their hides.
By the night I'll hear the incoming tide
Which breaks off in the distance.
My eyes looked around.
I'd come to inside the strangest of places.
A new, nameless beach town
With a truckload of unfamiliar faces.
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6. |
The Long Retreat
07:13
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The pine trees abound.
There's snow on the ground.
My feet make no sound
When I'm walking.
There's pressure on my eyes.
I'm getting weak in my thighs.
Beneath these frigid, gray skies,
I'm flooded with memories.
Almost three years ago,
As my former in-laws know,
My mind drifted to and fro
And I left here.
One summer morning I ran,
Or, rather, took my old van.
To then become a full man
Was my resolution.
When I came to the retreat
In the August heat.
I quickly learned it was sweet
To cry on shoulders.
I was wrapped in warm arms
Away from sources of harm
We spoke of fishing and farms
To connect to the earth.
As the months drifted by,
I continued to cry.
I'd been trained in my eye
To respond so.
As new faces arrived,
The long retreat still thrived.
We thanked God we were alive
For another two years.
One night I lay in my bed.
I seemed healed in the head,
Or, rather, something had fled
From my motivation
And the thought grew within
As I examined my bretheren:
Our type of patter was akin
To highway robbery.
There's my house on the lake.
I made a terrible mistake.
I took a much-needed break
But the wrong one.
And if I had knew then
About the company of men,
I'd have taken my pen
And written it off.
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7. |
The Professah
01:25
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8. |
The Czech Philologist
05:23
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I landed a lecture when they opened back up Olomuc
Although I'd done my degree out in Mainz with the Germans in jackboots.
In the 23 times my sad case has come up for review
Each year the cold verdict came down there was writing I needed to do.
So when my eyes came across that old vellum in a convent near Warsaw,
How my heart palpitated and I tingled from my toes to my jaw.
In that lone, musty room it slipped into my satchel to hide.
With the footsteps of my colleagues from Prague in the hallway outside.
My heart arrested at the sight
Of that page full of claws and a cat bite.
I called the culprit's name out as the night,
Like my future, grew blacker.
With that bottle in my sweating hand,
I was living the literature of the banned.
With the wind rushing in through my window
Like sounds like some firecrackers.
With leaflets left out on the streets rushing over the sidewalks,
I heard the fast, unintelligible blur of a Muscovite's talk.
Underneath the cold streetlamp, I stumbled to speak to the pair
And inquired if they'd seen a lost cat, and if so, would they please tell me where?
He put up his cold, metal pistol to the tip of my ear,
His hairy hand steady, though his breath smelled of vodka and East German beer.
His wrist turned to the right and I felt a breeze blow by my neck
And the world now shot at me in silence, like a slow-motion train wreck.
My vision blurred in the rising heat.
Nová Ulíce gave beneath my feet.
And with only the sound of my thundering heartbeat
To guide me
In a moment when I caught my breath,
I thought of that feline and death,
While the shards of my bottle shot out
In a circle beside me.
I'll find me a pistol and lay lead in that cat's ugly skull
And parade with his head on a stake through the province's capital.
My mind will careen down a stream and jot themes on my notecards
While Kalashnikovs gleam in the lights on the squares and the boulevards.
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9. |
The Marine Corps Reject
06:15
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I've had it to here in my days and my dreams.
My spine straightens up and it seems my body's going to burst.
I've been slipping from the bad to the worst.
And what's more, I've been found unfit to serve in the Corps.
After waiting for days in my wreck of a home,
I was downing a drink when I heard the phone was starting to ring.
It was then they told me everything.
Yes, it's true--and I've figured out what I'm going to do.
The sweat had started to pour from my paws
When I saw my future slip from the cause.
He listed off a few of my flaws
And his tone of voice lit me.
So I shouted back into the receiver
he was the bastard and I was the believer.
I could take him with a knife or a cleaver
If the mood up and bit me.
Minutes later, my mind got despondent and blue.
The whole of my life had got up and flew right into a ditch.
And then my eyelid started to twitch.
I couldn't think, so I swallowed down a powerful drink.
When I woke up again, my situation was clear.
A voice had spoke to me and told me to hear what it said.
It spoke bluntly of the phone and the dead.
I heeded the call--I threw the telephone right at the far wall.
I then proceeded following suit.
I crushed the dialer with my steel-toed boot.
It gave way as if a piece of old fruit
And I grabbed me a beer.
Through the window I saw thousands of wires
As if consumed inside their funeral pyres.
The poles lifted the flames even higher
And my mission was clear.
I'm sick in the head and my heart has grown bitter,
But I can picture these streets and they're littered up with telephone bells.
I take comfort in the smoke and the smell.
And it's true--I've figured out what I'm going to do.
Yes, I'm gonna take that old axe in my hand,
Kick open my door and I'll tear through this land in a rage
Until they lock me up in a cage.
You better run--I assure you that my will will be done.
I'll chop every last pole in this town.
Call out the riot squad to bring me on down.
If you want to stop this running around,
Just step forward and make me.
Take stock of all your iron and steel.
Fill up your shelters with unperishable meals.
I've stepped on to the scene and I'm real
Because the Corps couldn't break me.
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10. |
Don't Worry 'Bout Me
02:16
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Bill Foreman Los Angeles, California
Bill began developing his approach to song and recording in 1986. Bill recorded his first solo album, "The Bathroom Mirror," in 1997 on a portable Walkman recorder. In December, 2015, Bill released “Funeral Hymns and Outlaw Ballads,” a compilation of his work. Bill’s most recent record, “The Bliss-Chasers,” came out in August, 2016. ... more
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