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Chris Bathgate
cold press rail
I quit my shoes for a big boat baby
Now I have my hands on a cold press rail
I cut my shape out of plastic and nylon
Now I have a cage made of rosewood and steel
I have a knife for a cuff that can capture
And I have a cuff for a collar that hails
I have my states you have words you attain
So I drank my thimble and ordered a pail
I let my feet fall from four forty stories
Onto a platform of solder and steam
I have a brow that was born to betray me
And I may be gone but not quite to bury
I have my states you have words to attain
More than the crumbs I bled for this evening
I saw true life just lie dead before me
And I called it god and know I'm its son
- :
- Old Factory EP
- A Detailed Account Of Three Dreams
- Miscellaneous
- Salt Year
- Old Factory
- Throatsleep
- Auld Lang Syne
- Serpentine (Radio Edit)
- Serpentine
- A Cork Tale Wake
- Paste mPlayer #7
- Wait, Skeleton.
- Poor Eliza
- The Asheville Squints
- No Silver
- Silence Is For Suckers
- Folk Music for the End of the World
- Now Hear This! February 2008
- Ioda SXSW Opening Day Bash Sampler 2008
- SXSW 2008 Showcasing Artists