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Alone
03:21
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Ho--all to the borders! Vermonters, come down,
With your britches of deerskin and jackets of brown;
With your red woolen caps and your moccasins come,
To the gathering summons of trumpet and drum.
Come down with your rifle!
Let gray wolf and fox
Howl on in the shadow of primitive rocks;
Let bear feed securely from pig-pen and stall;
Here's two-legged game for your powder and ball.
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer the green mountaineer
On the south came the Hessians, our land to police;
And armed for the battle while canting of peace;
On our east came the British, the red coated band
To hang up our leaders and eat up our land.
Ho--all to the rescue! For Satan shall work
No gain for the legions of Hampshire and York!
They claim our possessions--the pitiful knaves--
The tribute we pay shall be prisons and graves!
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer the green mountaineer
We owe no allegiance, we bow to no throne,
Our ruler is law and the law is our own;
Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men,
Who can handle the sword and the scythe and the pen
Hurrah for Vermont! For the land that we till
Must have sons to defend her from valley and hill
Our vow is recorded--our banner unfurled,
In the name of Vermont we defy all the world!
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer the green mountaineer
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Dead Horses
03:01
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I brought you flowers
last Easter in the snow.
I drove for hours.
I’d forgotten where to go.
The sun was in my eyes.
I thought I heard you cry.
I’m sorry I was wrong.
I’m sorry it’s been so long.
I’m sorry I was wrong.
I burned all the money
and you took all the blame.
Baltimore, it was too easy,
too much sorrow, too much pain.
I’ll bury your dead horses
but I won’t forget your name.
I’m sorry I was wrong.
I’m sorry it’s been so long.
I’ll bury your dead horses, but I won’t forget your name.
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Famous
03:36
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Kill Your Friends
03:31
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Pack up the bullets and the PPK
for a trip to old Cape May.
This cancer's gonna kill you anyway
and don't you wanna see the sea first?
Swim with the gun to that sunken ship.
If the current's fine, no worry.
They built the thing of dumb cement
to keep the Germans out of New Jersey.
Some won't believe that ship is there.
Some won't believe I wrote this
bedside in your chemo bay
as you died way horribly.
You died way horribly.
Yeah, you died way horribly.
I watched and could do nothing
as you died way horribly.
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Onion Tree
02:25
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Look at me
by the onion tree
a dog-eyed gentleman
on the way to the glue factory.
Horsefaced woman
with a gooseneck lamp
she lays in wait
for marriage and rape.
Automobiles
and autoimmune disorders
tools of the midwife
Germany’s borders.
Mountains of wind
and oceans of stone.
Mountains of wind
and oceans of stone.
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It's a patch of fog in purgatory.
It's the tired epilogue of a tragic story.
It's the afterward and the denoument.
It's the index and the codex and the coup de grace.
I was fenestrated
that's right, thrown into a window
up from the street
and into a mouth
with someone else's teeth.
It's the Sandy Claws of the Easter Fairy.
It's an ice cream cone that falls in a cemetery.
It's c'est La Vie and c'est La Guerre.
Es lebe Deutschland and God bless Amer.
They devoured him like food
inside of a toy.
Spirits atrophy
for the daddy of this house
who's mother of his own catastrophe.
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Pentecost
03:06
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Four silver dollars on the table cloth
mixed with the ashes of a gypsy moth.
It’s all for nothing, now the baby’s lost.
I heard them singing for Pentecost.
She wouldn’t listen to what I had to say.
This town is evil, it kills you if you stay.
It leaves a scar, like a cancelled wedding day.
I light the fires, then I walk away.
You were the lucky one who got away.
Ah, you were the lucky one who got away.
Yeah, you were the lucky one who got away.
Ah, you were the lucky one. You got away.
The rain is pounding on a wooden door.
Her clothes and bottles scattered on the floor.
The wounded memory of a heart that lost.
I heard them singing for Pentecost.
He wouldn’t listen to what I had to say.
Just live the lies of the ones who think and pray.
It leaves a scar, like a stupid holiday.
I light the fires, and then I walk away.
You were the lucky one who got away.
Yeah, you were the lucky one who got away.
Ah, you were the lucky one who got away.
Ah, you were the lucky one. You got away.
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Say goodbye to the libertine lie.
Finally had my fill.
You know, I used to have two or three women a night
and those were just the ones I killed.
But now your love merely washes away
all the violence from within me.
You're the most perfect woman
this side of Myra Hindley.
Just around the coroner
there's a rainbow in the sky.
Tonight I spared the life of a Kensington whore
with a kiss to the glory of my bride.
Though to my mother's nightmare, I
am like my brother and sister fated
it's time to give the entrails back
to the whispering eviscerated.
Pumpernickel Crust
Oh my Pumpernickel Crust
Pumpernickel Crust
I love ya, Pumpernickel Crust
You leave me to do the terrible things.
You stay at home to breed a race of kings.
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Salvation
02:59
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Your ignorance is my infatuation.
I genuflect for your humiliation.
All bets are off, all debts are cancelled.
All bets are off, all bets are off.
I’ve learned the lessons of my obsession.
I’ve learned the lessons, I’ve learned the lessons.
I inject the hate into salvation.
I shot you both in the living room.
The secret act found out too soon.
After mass, I put the wheels in place,
My crimson brush with fate.
I‘ve learned the lessons of my obsession.
I’ve learned the lessons, I’ve learned the lessons.
I inject the hate into salvation.
I inject the hate, it melts, into salvation.
Once again, the die is cast.
Once again, your horse comes in last.
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Vinegar Stew
02:05
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I was a doctor and I was married to a nurse.
We never got to practice, but we often got to rehearse.
Then I was a lawyer, and I was married to a paralegal.
I lost her at the ocean; she was carried away by a seagull.
Spring comes this week or I shall simply spring a leak.
Landlocked, yet lonelier than any man lost at sea.
Stewing in his vinegar, like a big shit salad.
I was a murder and I was married to a birth.
Earth is just a nicer way of calling something dirt.
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David E. Williams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
DAVID E. WILLIAMS has released 9 albums of demented chamber pop over 3 decades, but he has also collaborated with many other artists, including Rozz Williams (Christian Death) and Deathpile (on the classic GR). He was a fulltime member of The Muskets and Destroying Angel, as well as the subject of two tribute albums, THE APPEAL OF DISCARDED ORTHODOXY and WOMEN SING WILLIAMS. ... more
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