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the TEETH of the HEART

by no more train ghosts

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Hey Rube 01:31
Hey Rube: born rich die fat the New Deal the New Dumb you have dollars you have bombs a mile wide an inch thick: Uptown Problems they are Legion mending fences
2.
i'd like to see the dog menu cant fight the man in these shoes only wants what he doesn't got: organic tattoos he's from Portland i made thse pants out of pallets i got more money than friends poop in a salad more insecure than Fred Armisen Make no Mistake... He's from Portland
3.
Shithorse 02:38
aren't we all like Hehaw Rossy: wife in hand, hyootin' sand... raising bones by the circle K in the heat of the day, in the dead of the day... and the Teeth of the Heart.. So you think it would be better without you? Without you here? aren't we all just a little bit like Jimmy Dick Rossy, the Wild Ditch Dog: scared shitless, born and directionless, gone all goo in the heart of the chest? Weeping at soft rain.. helpless for the helpless... So you think it would be better without you? Without you here? Without you near? No, it wouldn't. Get on your shit horse, get on that shit horse and ride.
4.
TriMet 02:14
where will you go? where will you go from pictures and sounds a sacred screed on the mount standard, no bullshit hero's lore no fount of glory no new morning no where will you go? where will you go? to a slow churning: birthing, murder and unlearning. we're not the dreams of our children, Thank God for the revealing of.
5.
the music was written after being inspired by a poem a friend sent... this is the original piece, by chris page: In the shade of the devil’s market I wandered on under tents, onto carpets spread out with ancient television sets, UHF dials askew wires tentacled and knotted to dual tape decks, laser disc karaoke video phones in cloudy tupperwear bins I sifted through stone and wood idols household gods, mostly plastic and before I realized it, I had Taken him grinning Molech, smeared with blood fully poseable and stuffed him into my coat pocket in a moment satan was upon me hissing between cracked lips breath seething with the stench of pork rinds, circus peanuts and all the damned with a flick of his wrist the blade was out, a thirsty ten dollar thing, and into my ribs I stumbled out bleeding and coughing into the sun knocking over strollers and Saducees haggling apostates I groped for sandled feet I licked old gum and bleak oil stains and by the churro stand I found him wild eyed Jesus, who is called Christ, smashing antique coin cases driving out money changers He turned toward me and touched my wound blushingly taking a bic pen from my coat pocket (where the figure had been) and stabbed himself in the neck slumping down, gasping for air dripping into the hole in my side and onto a framed photo of Magic Johnson for sale on the ground beside us ... the word for word lyrics are the best i could stuff into music.. you can figure it out
6.
fuck 01:40
stacking them stones, all of this pressure i pile on my own self like im hungry for death: a monument to a life i could have tomorrow if i did what i want and say what i want like: fuck the police, fuck what you know, fuck you very much and fuck me too.cuz i can rip lines like that when i am free and i don't give a hoot but i aint... see i got this monkey on my back and you can call it nasty words like society and responsibility and what not, but it aint...i got it worse than that. i call it love cochise and it doesn't make you free. it just sits in your chest like a bullet only you cant get it out and youre carrying it everywhere you go blood on the bed, blood in yer home and blood in the mirror in your nose and yer hands are covered with it and its everything you see because--- no one else is bleeding. and why the fuck isn't anyone else bleeding??? why the fuck isn't anyone else bleeding??
7.
Yer the one 02:35
you did this- yer the one who gave me hope and kept my chin afloat. don't look to far around you babe cuz it's all shit and you're not it
8.
drinker drinker, deep thinker where you at tonight?? blacked out fucked up livin it up hiding in plain sight? where you at, where you been? that brown bag romance got you bleeding from the eyes again faces come and faces go, friend to all that no one knows. drinker, drinker he ain't in no scene.. cuz hes here with me. you drink the sauce and it drinks you and let's do it all again. drinker drinker where you been?? back from the dead again.. he's out for blood, he's down and out. show em what drunk is all about.
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O my Dearest 02:12
no you ai'nt staying here son and you ain't goin nowhere come sit by my satan and watch em set you down yer not the kind to let them roll you like a cigarette come sit here by satan and fuck em, forget it O my dearest O my dearest little boy why do you keep yourself cryin so? My fingers up your back to keep your soul my breath is in your mouth to keep you whole my face in your mirror to keep control and the fear of dying worthless keeps you coming back for more O my dearest little one, my favorite son.
10.
Black Clouds 05:11
'preacher, o preacher what can you do to take me away from this place?? anywhere but here. anywhere but where the deer and the antelope play.' All hail the black clouds from the south making its way to your house. the wild horses wouldn't take me away. I'll stay. 'preacher, o preacher i got it worse than the others.. no virgin blood on my door. My babies are sleeping.. they're sleeping so silent.. o preacher wont you take them away??'

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released August 1, 2017

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