Because I Am Always Talking
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The Water Kept Coming
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It's Funny
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I Had A Kid
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Odd Exchange
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Old Crow
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Quite
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You Love Me
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Frog Went a'Courting
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credits
released 21 August 2012
Vocal Harmonies on "I Had A Kid" by Miwa Matreyek
Vibraphone on "Old Crow" by Jay Garrett
"Old Crow" Recorded by Nathan Ruyle
"The Water Kept Coming" Recorded by Kari Rae Seekins
Vocal Harmonies on "I Had A Kid" by Miwa Matreyek
Vibraphone on "Old Crow" by Jay Garrett
"Old Crow" Recorded by Nathan Ruyle
"The Water Kept Coming" Recorded by Kari Rae Seekins
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- Track Name: Because I Am Always Talking
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The door is locked; I’ve said a curse to keep it shut.
My brother’s safe; my brother’s body will stop breaking.
I really didn’t plan to find each foot in front of every other.
I really didn’t plan to find my father’s ropy arms at such a special cant.
The blade goes dull because I’m always talking.
My teeth fall out; I find myself asleep again.
The walls have changed: they make themselves of stone instead of plaster.
Become a faun, become a thing that changes shape.
I didn’t really think about the time I’d spend away from being human.
I didn’t really think about the chance of living somewhere past my teens.
I don’t need food, now, because I’m always talking.
I don’t need air or warmth, because the car can drive itself.
I don’t need water: my cells are bricks in cubby holes.
I don’t need memory: my tongue reads like a book. - Track Name: The Water Kept Coming
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Your nose was a smear of blue upon the page:
such whiskers, such clean water pours out.
The earth grows grass like bodies grow a song, or a letter or a word.
The earth grows grass like money grows a family tree.
I had a dream love, where fingers were the way to be.
Your shirt was made of wool; your gloves were made of cotton.
The island drank us up—the island became something new.
The island drank us up. - Track Name: It's Funny
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Album: Because I Am Always Talking
Track 1: Because I’m Always Talking
The door is locked; I’ve said a curse to keep it shut.
My brother’s safe; my brother’s body will stop breaking.
I really didn’t plan to find each foot in front of every other.
I really didn’t plan to find my father’s ropy arms at such a special cant.
The blade goes dull because I’m always talking.
My teeth fall out; I find myself asleep again.
The walls have changed: they make themselves of stone instead of plaster.
Become a faun, become a thing that changes shape.
I didn’t really think about the time I’d spend away from being human.
I didn’t really think about the chance of living somewhere past my teens.
I don’t need food, now, because I’m always talking.
I don’t need air or warmth, because the car can drive itself.
I don’t need water: my cells are bricks in cubby holes.
I don’t need memory: my tongue reads like a book.
Track 2: The Water Kept Coming
Your nose was a smear of blue upon the page:
such whiskers, such clean water pours out.
The earth grows grass like bodies grow a song, or a letter or a word.
The earth grows grass like money grows a family tree.
I had a dream love, where fingers were the way to be.
Your shirt was made of wool; your gloves were made of cotton.
The island drank us up—the island became something new.
The island drank us up.
Track 3: It’s Funny
It’s funny how the charcoal makes the water clean,
soaking up the little bits of evil from the thing.
It’s starting to make daylight:
the pinprick in my head and spine are faintly glowing.
It’s starting to make sense now: the helices of Percoset and bits of mind.
I came out here with you because we both agree,
to wallow in the char and kelp is really to be free.
I’m happy that you’re trying—
I’m happy that you brought the food that we will eat here.
The setup on the rock, the pathos flitting in the weave,
our seven-dollar tablecloth, it’s periodic breathing:
I had never thought to come here;
I always hated outings till there were plans to go.
You brace your elbows in the sand
and I control my distant hands with puppeting skill.
It’s funny how your glassy eyes reflecting off the silver sky
could see anything worth making them work.
The plumb and vicious slip of skin, the cool abrasive lock:
my chin is tucked behind your shoulder.
I am breathing up the ground.
You are pretending not to notice that curt, halting, grunting sound.
I fake kissing you.
I fake noises someone else has maybe made.
I think hardly of when your father died.
The feeling of our cleaning up is something like a dream.
I float over the basket and start filling up the thing with honey and water,
with shit from the seagulls stowed away.
I claw and I drop things; I kick some blue animal, a stray.
I snap bits of wicker; I’d love to be glad we came. - Track Name: I Had A Kid
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I had a kid to keep the family quiet for a while.
We bathed it, you and I, on our white kitchen’s only-tile.
Is it so obvious? I hope to breathe diamonds soon.
I won’t be long: I hope to find gold there.
So what if we are keeping warm this useless pitch of skin?
It’s coming clear the thing and I are gunning for a win.
Put on your red coat: we’re going out tonight.
I’ve made some money, and we will spend it drinking.
I had a kid to keep the family growing, understand,
that now I see my body nest obscenely in the plan.
Is it so obvious? I want to breathe better air.
I love my family like I love growing business. - Track Name: Odd Exchange
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Old Crow, with unclean maw, I left a note, I sloughed a body.
Please don’t wonder where I’ve gone: the city’s wide; it has clean hands.
In the trunk I kept my clothing; in a sleeve I left some gold.
Buy a houseboy, buy a TV, get new sinks.
I am working for a factory.
The same beak in every well: bits of food upon my fingers.
See this white shirt, with a paling stripe; I’ve become a better person.
See this sweatband, slender food; the city is a fortune.
Old Crow, with lovely feet, I haven’t got a stitch to wear.
I would go out, but every step blooms animals. - Track Name: Old Crow
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This funny ignorant life:
The squeeze of the laundry;
the dip of your smallish hands.
Desire, oh desire: rigid and dumb, and gut by the real thing.
This odd exchange: a trade like a perfect noise,
not an appropriate way, in wet sock. - Track Name: Quite
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It isn’t safe, but it’s not sorry; the gas is growing crystals in the lungs.
It’s not bad, but it’s not perfect: maybe this is just a trial run.
Is this my house? Do I own free weights?
I am a fucking man, my chromosome’s a forked tongue.
It’s my garage: it’s my gas, my car, my time, and my enclosure.
Don’t be last, and don’t be lonely. See a special kind of timing in the leap.
Don’t be cruel, don’t be annoying, don’t sell yourself short.
Is this my ring? I must have four kids.
The dimpled plastic roof is not quite yellow.
Are these my hands? They look like trees choked out by vines.
Is this my breath? It’s more like gun-smoke?
Two fingers pulling greasily at chicken.
Is that the sun? It looks too sharp and clean:
a bubble filling endlessly with air.
Is this my friend? It feels to forced for that.
It isn’t wrong, but it’s not quite right.
Now living feels like whispering at night.
I have a couch, I have a TV now. - Track Name: You Love Me
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You love me, even if my body’s laughable.
Even if my body’s break tends to make this awful spraying sound.
You love me, even if my humor’s angry.
Even if I am an only son, the chosen one to soak up your support.
You love me, even if I am a fool for you.
Even if I love to fight, and tonight, well I have made such funny plans.
You love me, even if we have been here before,
laid out leaking on the bathroom floor, leaking anything but like.
You love me, and I wish you would get smarter soon.
Oh, I wish you’d poison every room, so I could take my perfect form. - Track Name: Frog Went a'Courting
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Froggie went a courting and he did ride
With a sword and a pistol by his side
Ki-mo-ke-mo ki-mo-ke
Way down yonder in a hollow tree
An owl and a bat and a bumble bee
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
He rode ’til he came to miss mousie’s door
And there he knelt upon the floor
He took miss mouse upon his knee
And he said little mouse will you marry me
Miss mouse had suitors three or four
And there they came right in the door
They grabbed mr. frog and began to fight
In the hollowed tree it was a terrible night
Mr. frog brought the suitors to the floor
With the sword and the pistol he showed all four
They went to the park on the very next day
And left on their honeymoon right away
Now they live far off in a hollow tree
Where they now have wealth and children three
