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Wiggly

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1.
Blueboots 03:05
Blueboots walkin' towards the boarded door and Blueboots kicks against the goads she's full of piss and chocolate cake and she skateboards everywhere she goes sometimes she wears a trenchcoat to the corner store then she clanks and rattles down the road she rents a shack down by the lake and says it's full of holy ghosts she has a table, soft as stone and sets four places every night one for her, two for the phantoms and one for missus right one night she rose to fix some trout and her fridge was full of stains she started out to fish for breakfast then her eyes were caught insane for there danced a creature miles high and Blueboots scrambles up the hill she's prettier than diamond rings, gold bells, or dollar bills she stopped and stared with floral eyes then Blueboots fine'lly speaks 'what ties that bind thee, little thing? and might I have a peek?' the creature gasped and slapped her face and ran into the woods Blueboots chases after her and leaves that shack for good Blueboots walkin' towards the boarded door and Blueboots kicks against the goads she's full of piss and chocolate cake
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ride-- with flying colors raincheck-- in my hand station's-- awful crowded hear the porter's loud demands 'keepsie-- all aboard for 'keepsie get to-- the stage on time problem?-- ask the brakeman and no one beats the rainbow line thanks for choosing our way please don't worry while you're here we hope you enjoy your stay and remember rainbow through the years yes, sir-- this old train is moving smoother-- than polished steel fast as-- the flooding Echo dip my hands in and I'll be healed thanks for choosing our way please don't worry while you're here we hope you enjoy your stay and remember rainbow through the years thanks for choosing our way please don't worry while you're here we hope you enjoy your stay and remember rainbow through the years remember rainbow through the years
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I want to go outside and drink out of the pond chew the mint and onions from the ground sow and reap until my heart stops walk the aisles of the right shops and she could feed the world I want to climb all of the high trees rip and dirty all my worn jeans mend and spin until my heart stops walk the aisles of the right shops and she could feed the world I want to bathe out in the sunshine ripen sour watermelon wine jar and can until my heart stops walk the aisles of the right shops and she could feed the world I want to say hello to mister fox mother owl, missus polecat, sister ox jabber on until my heart stops walk the aisles of the right shops and she could feed the world
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Young and free and dangerous, chained to a job that everybody knows Don a jacket, leather boots, a purse all filled with sandwiches and oreos There's nothing better, darling, than a walk out in the spring To smell the dewdrop carousels and feel the sunlight's sting Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away Just tell the boss I'm sick today, tell him I'm not feeling very well They don't need me there anyway, just lie, I'm sure you will not go to hell I'm sure you won't have trouble, the way you lie to me I'm goin' to the forest with my huckleberry tea Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away And she takes the bus far out of town and shouts out 'this is it' She examines what's before her like a pair of shoes to see if they will fit Trees as tall as the factory and scarier at that Feet are curved for bumpy ground, not sidewalks that are flat Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away And with her brain all purring softly like a brand new Mercury She spies a perfect walking stick and steals it from its leaning place leisurely Rough and solid, something I can count on in despair God's as good as symbols to a mind beyond repair Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away The fluttering of sparrows and the chirping, cackling answer of the thrush The crackle, rustle, crackle, rustle drones into the realm of nature's hush The forest's awful noisy, like a town un-amplified The town all where the old Ruth Anne has been a-left to die Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away Keep your mind fast to the stick, don't dance with other thoughts inside your head Or pass between the pathless, barren darkness where the black is almost red The stick is floating, I will follow to that place of rest I will lay right where it touches down and hold it to my breast Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away Run away, oh, run away all where the angels run away
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Arabian Rag 02:25
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the Larkin brothers weaned on grease and hardtac mother Larkin hid her breasts away they kept their feelings deep inside a gunny sack that mother Larkin threw into the Great Salt Lake she taught them of the cowboys and the Indians and the witches that were crucified on Calvary don't ever step onto a crack that's there right on the sidewalk or you will surely be the death of me take your guns to town, boys or they'll rend you all to pieces don't leave your guns at home or they'll surely shoot you first take your guns to town, boys they will rid you of diseases don't leave your guns at home or you'll be surely cursed they shot their pistols high and broke the dishes the cautious waitress bowed her head and hid their mama raised them awful mean and vicious stealin' trains and throwin' rocks at kids they hopped the nearest train to California stole two hundred dollars from a rich man shot up the engineer and then they fled into Nevada they survived on sand and thistles of the desert land raisin' hell outside of Tuscarora a telegram left on their front porch rockin' chair it read Tabby Larkin's dead in Ivins, Utah they burned her body and cut off all her hair they threw her ashes in the Virgin river you can hear the faintly sizzle to this day and on some lonely moonless nights, you hear her screamin' at her husband till she gets her way
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there's a little old man in the back of the world wears rings on his pockets and rings on his shoes with a little green pipe in a little wood case full of peppermint leaves for a wintery taste in a cave on the mountain where the old man lives is a store of lean meat, cake, and gin, a shelf of books and a bed of cotton he's happy for the weather, not what money's got him a ring for all the games he's lost and all the girls he's double crossed all from the town he's run away but in the still you hear him say eating corn and rye from a plate of gold he loves the cool, damp, wet, hot, cold he licks his finger, finds the wind and wanders into bed again
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oh, Rebecca's got a shotgun and she don't know how to use it, watch your head she is after Myra Watkins and she's bound to fill her up with rat-shot lead she has a French harp in her pocket and some dandelion greens plenty for a rosary to wipe her black slate clean Myra was the teacher in the quiet village there the grades were one through seven and delinquency was rare for Myra had a splintered paddle that was wicked to the eye her visage unforgiving and her stature six feet high Rebecca's little Alice was a student at the school she wasn't scared of Myra but she didn't break the rules now Alice had a head that made up for her fragile, little case she was good at math and English and she seldom made mistakes when Myra switched the '-ei' on the blackboard, Alice knew a lightbulb went on in her mind and up her hand she threw Myra blankly called out 'Alice' and, well, Alice quickly rose she pointed out politely that the letters were transposed the teacher looked behind her and her face grew cherry red then she regained her composure and she very softly said, 'Alice, come down here and pull your britches down for all to see it's time you're off your high horse 'cause you've disrespected me' Myra paddled for a lifetime Alice kept the teardrops down so great a cloud of witnesses who never made a sound Alice lips fell open and her eyes turned white as snow Myra kept on whipping till her tempo faded slow a boy points to the river and says 'teach is doin' laundry' Rebecca saunters over and taps her shoulder gently Rebecca fires and plucks the dandelion from her breast and plays upon the French harp hymns of joy into the West
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here's the ghost hauntin' your shanty callin' out, "unshackle me" he sits on the pile of ash Wednesdays past waitin' for the reveilee waitin' for the reveilee there he lives beneath the primer coat singin' second harmony she'll hum the tune, but he'll sing the words nearer by my God to Thee nearer by my God to Thee feel the love that whispers in his song feel every bending note it's like children lost in New York town with their mothers in their throats with their mothers in their throats here's the star that ceased to sparkle there crawling through his charming tone that see-saw man will let you down trace your hands and turn to stone trace your hands and turn to stone should I whisper in your living walls or should I yell from out the screen hide the mesh inside your eyelids bright slam the door, and cause a scene? slam the door, and cause a scene? here's the ghost hauntin' your shanty callin', "will you marry me?" she'll stare awhile and touch his hand and turn as white as he and turn as white as he
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I find the many peck marks in the dark brown walls of typhoid Mary's little hovel underground it's made from irises and mud, a little piss, a little blood, a lion in red across the door you'll cross her threshold and you'll ask yourself a question and it's 'what's the smell that glistens all around?' it's not the cauldron bubbling with its tiny kippers or the bread that's in the oven getting warm you'll find the many peck marks in the dark brown walls of typhoid Mary's little hovel, like I said they follow down the hallway, feel what they're playing, blow into them and they'll sing a tune you know into the kitchen, 'hind the aprons and the knives, there is a door that wears a star upon his head you'll have to force him, mind your skill, and pass into, underneath the pewter bucket, there's a glow take three, no two, and into three, and tangle up the melody, and you can lift the bucket from the hatch the hatch will open with this talisman, beneath your hand and then the lock will break and reach inside 'oh, did you think you were alone? you foolish man of flesh and bone, who strives to reach beyond the latch I've moved my safe since then and in its place a geyser, reach on in and open there to meet your bride'
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hinges, oh, hinges, looking for hinges hinges to keep me from slamming like that keep blowing in my direction that way and I'll toss side to side and hold on to my hat I'll toss side to side and hold on the great searcher searches, searches and searches searching is fine and finding just isn't her game keep blowing in her direction that way and she'll search shore to shore and she'll drown in the rain and the searcher will search and she'll drown and I'll toss side to side and hold on the poor butcher butches, butches and butches he'd rather be reading a cheap magazine keep blowing in his direction that way and he'll chase you around with his butcher machine and the butcher will chase you around and the searcher will search and she'll drown and I'll toss side to side and hold on the old scourer scourses, scourses and scourses scouring through offices, alleys, and trash keep blowing in his direction that way and he'll borrow your earrings and steal your sash and the scourer will scour the town and the butcher will chase you around and the searcher will search and she'll drown and I'll toss side to side and hold on the new lump of sugar, sweetens and sweetens sweet'ning the sidewalk with sweet sunnyshine keep blowing in her direction that way and she'll stick out her tongue and she'll pull down the blinds and the sugar pins medicine down and the scourer will scour the town and the butcher will chase you around and the searcher will search and she'll drown and I'll toss side to side and hold on
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boxes, wind up the boxes play the song over, live like a king this one plays 'Rosie O'Grady' the prize of my storehouse, just hear the tines ring I'll show the whole world if I have to even if they don't want to, what's the difference to me? records are fine and so is the songbird but my little wood boxes are a rare quality snowin', in summer it's snowin' nothin' so pretty as white woolen snow this one's as small as a raindrop the prize of my storehouse, just look at them go I'll show the whole world if I have to even if they don't want to, what's the difference to me? summer's ok and spring sure is welcome but my little glass snowdomes are somethin' to see easy, pleasure is easy play the song over, live like a king this one plays...

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