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Marry Me (Lie! Lie!)

(Rowland S. Howard)

Marry me I may be a lie
Marry me tell me the day that I die
Who's got our future little one
Will there be a honeymoon little one
Please lie! Please lie!
But if memories could walk
Boy I'd lay awake nights
Now I can't go home anymore little one
Now I don't mind chopping wood
But the memory don't do no-one no good
"See there's this girl
I just can't keep from
And hungry lie in wait for her shadow
To cross the window frame
Alight upon the venitian blind
Hoping for just one good claim
Upon that ectoplasmic stain!
And make her mine! Make her mine!
This kind of thing happens all the time"
(Small dark hole in the soul and
loathe to touch me)
Marry me I may be a lie
Marry me tell me the day that I die
Who's got our future little one?
Will there be a honeymoon little one
Please lie! Please lie!
Make a pillow for my head
Fallen leaves will make my bed
When I die don't bury me alone
'Cos I don't think I'd take to kind
To the cold cold earth
Down full fathom five
This kind of thing happens all the time



Hey! Little Child

(Alex Chilton)

Oh you're a pretty thing
Somebody must have been nice to you
Oh walking down the lane
Coming back from the catholic school
Hey! Hey! Hey! Little Child Hey! Little child
Oh little fool
Are you learning anything in school?
Maybe you should drop out
Maybe travel way down south
Hey! Hey! Hey! Little child Hey! Little child
Hey! Sacred Heart Hey! Little Child
Now you look so forlorn
Passing by in your uniform



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(Rowland S. Howard & Genevieve McGuckin)

I will have no truck with you
I will not venture from this room
Or burn myself with fevered light
Or wound myself with all that sight will bring
I will not sing for you
(The urchin rags that once you wore
lie scattered on the road and more)
The holy grail all wondrous woken
Lies still neath ground all softly spoken
But in bed but in be doubtful
So much to choke on every mouthful
I want I don't I crave I cross
My heart and hope to love the loss
And all around are damning wonders
Who take you in and hold you under
For I have cradled melancholy
And teased and worried naked folly
(Destroy me well destroy me true
And I will always think of you)
The holy grail all wondrous woken
Lies still neath ground all softly spoken
But in bed but in be doubtful
So much to choke on every mouthful
I want I don't I crave I cross
My heart and hope to love the loss
I will not shed my skin for you
Or dip my hat when shunning will plainly do



These Immortal Souls

(Rowland S. Howard)

These immortal souls of ours
Scratching the window pane
Leave a ghost blood calling card
These immortal souls of ours
We take a pen to our lives
And a knife to our lies
Lost in a love of ourselves
Still we spit at heaven's gate
Crash the night in our dumb shoes
Driving galaxies down
You said we wore gloves
And spilling our souls
Keep talking
Keep talking
Divine and unbroken
We speak and are spoken
Speak through the broken blood
Ghosting away
Keep talking forever
Keep jawing eternal
Keep forever the touch
Of our red and wet hands
These immortal souls of ours
You left the scar of your kiss
Burning on through this flesh
Forever too slow
Burn the heart and the brain
Fixing broken spells
Start us death waltzing
Down bloody trails of stars
We spit and are broken
Down dirt and in 2's
Still mute seconds left
You died dumb
We waltzed in the blood Ho!
And I did not say a word
And I did not see a thing
Stranger hold my hand
Stranger hold my hand
Stranger hold my hand
No I did not see a thing
Walk me home, walk me home
Walk me home, walk me home



I Ate The Knife

(Rowland S. Howard)

It's all over
Before I saw
Before I took
Too soon to see
That there was nothing
Left for me
She sang low a lullaby
Will I really fail at every single thing I try
And will the moon eclipse the sun
I ate the knife
And the knife won
There comes a time
In each dumb life
When each of us
Must feed his wife
And love her true
And never hurt
And do the things
That you must do
She sang low a lullaby
Will I really fail at every single thing I try
And will the moon eclipse the sun
I ate the knife
And the knife won
(I have born this ragged ride
exposure has made me deride)
And there's a joke
That has a twist
And does not end in wedded bliss
She sang a low lullaby
Will I really fail at every single thing I try
And will the moon eclipse the sun
I ate the knife
And the knife won
It's all over



"Blood And Sand" She Said

She filled my boots
With blood and sand
Chase me backwards up the stairs boy
Do the slip down sit down danger use
I have a dangerous use for you
I have a dangerous
She said stuff our lives in a bottle
And jam on the quick cork now
She ends up
With one billion
Beautiful bucks
I wind up
With a bottle of blood
And veins full of sand
Now all day long
She hits me up with needles
Full of air-fix-glue
And says "Run until
You start to slow
Down set in motion
Stop!"
Do the freeze frame
Frame me up for maybe life
Less of you, less of you
Lifeless of you, less of you
Quick swallow your soul!



One In Shadow, One In Sun

(Rowland S. Howard)

This suit of clay I wear
Has a sleeve across my mouth
And the roots of trees that bind you
Are to keep you way down south
For you can not touch a state of mind
Love cannot keep you warm
You left my life outside the door
Or down upon the road
The type of place like heaven
Where nothings ever sold
Still you fail to see the reason why
You get so very cold
This house
Is a poor house
Gutter stained footsteps
On nowhere stairs
And the window pulled open so wide
It's all you can do but to come inside
She: Struck that slap-shack bare
       Struck that slap-shack bare
       Struck that slap-shack bare
Forgive me my trespasses baby
And take me back home
There was a time
Every starry sky
Drank with me
Drank with me
And I could've cried, yeah I could've cried
This house you built for me
Is colder now than you
And the fragments of the birthday cake
Lie on the farther side of grace
How does it feel to be loved
Forgive me my trespasses baby
And take me back home
There was a time
Every starry sky
Drank with me
And I could've cried
She spits like a child
Fire putting out fire
Won't pay for the right to live
There's no-one else left
For her to forgive
(Once upon a time
I shared a vacant lot
With an "always hurting real bad" child
Dirt stones and trees were good to us
She was spat out and snuffed
Round this here corner town
Did the darndest of things by proxy
And her name still
Pare me down to a sole cold bone
Put it down to a bone cold soul
Some pretty sorry prayer.)