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Without work's calving increments
Or love's coltish punch
What would I be?
An animaless isthmus
Beyond the sea
Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home
So I followed them
I found the bees nest in the buffalo's chest
I drank their honey, that milk
I've seen this taste cased in almost every face
That's working to see it in all
And this kidnaps me
Tied up in a boat and kicked off to sea
In tight baby binding technique
My arm chews through the swaddling slings
There's a flare gun in my hand
I point it straight and point it high
And to the universe it applies
It lit things up in lavender
Where I'd been was might go
I saw the calf
I saw the bees
I saw the buffalo and the colt
Well I'm sure they all laughed at me
At me solo in my boat
The flare burned and fell
The boat burned as well
And the punk
And the lunk
And the drunk
And the skunk
And the hunk
And the monk in me
All sunk
Sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk
All about Bill Callahan:
- Album:
- Have Fun With God
- Dream River
- Apocalypse
- Rough Travel for a Rare Thing
- Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle
- Score! 20 Years Of Merge Records
- Miscellaneous
- Day of the Dead
- Rough Travel for a Rare Thing (Live)
- Uncut: The Best of 2011
- Nicolas Jaar - Essential Mix
- The Bad Seeds Jukebox
- Woke On a Whaleheart
- Diamond Dancer
- Uncut: The Playlist May 2007
- Loving Takes This Course: A Tribute to the Songs of Kath...
- Mojo Presents: New Harvest
- Crayon Angel: A Tribute to the Music of Judee Sill
- Musikexpress 124: Sounds Now!
- Daytrotter Session