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The Grapefruit Heart
01:51
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The grapefruit heart cannot be kept,
Don't try to make it stay.
The grapefruit heartbeat's coarse and loud,
Melodious, dismayed.
Some bitter, bright, and lonesome sound
That earns a wastrel's wage.
A wastrel's wage, I'll gladly draw,
My pension in old age
Pays pain and pride and penitence,
Delight and soft decay.
So everything the Devil likes
And hasten to the grave.
The ne'er-do-well does well to know,
And well I know the way
That leaping for tomorrow
Beckons Mother's tears today.
That is, if ever Mother's there to bear
Poor witness to the fray.
So, mourn not, this rounder's lot,
Leave be and as it may.
Sweet sleep could be such recompense
For sentience and rain
That falls upon my thirsty Earth
And washes me away.
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2. |
For Ms. Bessie
02:06
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If I ever get back home,
I know what it is that I'd say:
"I been this and that a-way."
I been a long, long way away
From my home.
I been this and that a-way,
And don't know what more
There could be to explain.
What a privilege to've been a bird,
Squawking and a-soarin'
In the canyon, free.
How is it that you've never heard?
Your man has got a heart
Like a rock in the sea.
But I'm the right kind of man.
I always come ready for you
When I'm called, and I
Steady got lovin' on my mind,
Pourin' you another glass of wine.
Wish that I was on some ocean floor,
Swayin' and a-breathin'
Like a weed.
Do you know what I'm so restless for?
It's goosenecks, and corals
And anemones.
I'm the right kind of man.
I always come ready for you
When I'm told.
One thing you're gonna understand,
I always come ready for you
When I'm told.
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You forget I keep a suitcase
Underneath your iron bed,
That I’ll chase some peace of mind
Until the hour I drop down dead.
If you find that tragic, darlin’
Just wait ‘til I sang the rest,
‘Til I turn this hammer ‘round,
Mine piece of mind from my own head.
Shake my hand, it’s like an oyster
Lying in its brackish bed,
Cut you ribbons like a razor
Stepping on it unaware.
Sometimes I stand in front of mirrors,
Try to dig the shape I’m in,
When they’ve shattered, I must wonder,
Who’s reflecting, who’s staring?
Peace of mind can come in spoonfuls,
Peace of mind can come in coins,
Peace of mind can come in capsules,
Broken open and destroyed.
Pack a suitcase full of punches
To be thrown at William Tell,
I look forward to the night
He sends my body down to hell.
Shake my hand, it’s like an oyster
Lying in its brackish bed,
Cut you ribbons like a razor
Stepping on it unaware.
Sometimes I stand in front of mirrors,
Try to dig the shape I’m in,
When they shatter, I must wonder,
Who’s reflecting, who’s staring?
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Don't stand closer, Mother.
I'm in the chamber pot.
My lungs are wet, my heart has broke.
Don't come closer, Ma.
She comes from Boston, Mother.
Her hair was spun from gold.
She's in a place where she feels safe.
Doing well, I'm told.
So don't stand closer, Mother.
I'm in the firing line.
My hands are tied, I sleep tonight,
I do it all the time.
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5. |
Drugs, Drugs, Drugs
03:09
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The Brown Thrasher Detroit, Michigan
The Brown Thrasher is a British-born Iranian musician and songwriter based in Detroit. His first album Grapefruit Heart was produced by Danny Kroha.
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