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A Poem by Jim Thompson
03:38
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"A while ago as I sat here,
Counting the cracks in the floor.
Trying to blot out the future,
Forget all that happened before.
I heard a baby crying,
And I saw a face I'd known.
But the kid was dead,
So the voice and head,
Were crying there alone.
Wailing in infinte sorrow,
Sucking on it's fingertips,
Till nothing was left but the marrow,
And the feelbly gnawing lips.
But maybe it's the wind kid,
Maybe it's the wind.
A devil and a bearded saint
Came throught the door at me.
The devil had a smoky taint
And the saint a golden key.
And the devil laughed and said to him
"I keep all whom I take,"
And he bound me there
To that very chair,
With a ten foot rattle snake.
Yeah maybe it's the wind kid.
That aching hungry breeze,
That busts all hell loose through the lid,
With one contagious sneeze.
Yeah, or could it be the woman's scream
As the club comes down on her back?
Or the starving hounds
At the grassy mounds
Where the dead fight off attack.
Or the gasps for breath
Where the rope brings death,
And the fire turns the bodies black.
Or the bad men, sad men
Glad and mad men that rape and murder and sack.
Where the bombs explode
And the shells erode,
Where the sinned against have sinned.
Yeah, maybe it's the wind kid,
Maybe it's the wind.
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Downbound
03:00
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Leaves On The Breeze
04:49
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Before I was sixteen,
There was book that I read,
And it said,
On the first day of fall,
That the leaves on the breeze
As they fall from the trees,
Are your key to no bad luck at all.
But try as I may,
Not one leaf came to me.
And oh, how I tried
Snatching leaves on the breeze.
Leaves on the breeze.
In this old magazine that I had,
Where the pictures were bad,
But the facts were all there.
Said the average teen,
What with staring at screens,
Will have seen
Their fair share of despair.
But I fear that my time
May have been better spent.
Having sat on my ass,
In the grass with my eyes closed.
You can't say that's nothing.
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Like A Dog
03:41
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I can breed,
I can breed,
Like a dog.
But I can't starve.
I can eat,
I can eat,
Like a hog,
But I can't breathe.
And I can drive,
I can drive all night,
In the dark.
But when I stop,
When I stop,
stop dreaming,
I'll be home.
Kill the lights,
Kill the lights,
And keep singing
The song.
We've been here,
we've been here,
Just being
So long.
In the bright,
In the bright,
Bright kitchen,
Cooking stones.
Throwing lines,
Throwing lines,
Just fishing
For a home.
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Over and Over
04:07
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Masquerading mass conception,
One good reason not to turn on the TV.
Pick something and do it over and over again,
How many times can you cook your own supper?
Seems like it never quite tastes the same.
How many times can you think that there's no other?
Making me sick over and over again.
Lie there on your feather bed,
Feeling like you done no wrong,
Oblivious to how ignorant ye are.
How many one more chances can you blow?
Seems like you're doomed from the start.
How many kinds of animals have you known?
Aid me with your telescopic empathy.
Remain sad and socially incompetent,
To die alone and out of shape,
Pasty, with your dick in your hands.
How many times can you walk around the block?
Seems like it could a be a check off list.
How many times does it say "it" on that page?
A vice, to each their own.
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Shep and Me Minneapolis, Minnesota
Experimental / psychedelic folk music project of Matthew Himes, active 2001-2011.
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