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Firebelly Salamander
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Mama, your little boy's dying at the gates
with a mace and a longbow arrow
lodged firm in his breastplate
isn't there something we should do?
Won't it be a shock to the coroner's colander?
his blood is so thick with the fight
and when they find the twenty-something hearts in his stomach..?
It was all I could get him to eat some nights,' she sighs
and looks out towards the castle wall.
She closes her eyes and faces the far-off moat
where I splashed and sputtered, practicing my strokes
and the Dead Man's Float among the crocodiles,
always to return to her side, forever her eldest child.
Father, your boy's being gunned down on a plane.
He's out reading Marx on the left wing again,
and they can't get him to come in--
they've tried, but his singing's a bathtub gin.'
'He'll jump when his wings are fully-grown,
or he'll learn to build some on the way down.'
'He won't hit the ground for miles...'
'Yes, but he'll be in complete denial,' he smiles
weakly, but it's better than yearly.
He scratches his head, and raises his eyes
to his son's pallbearers, floating thither and yon
and on and on into a sun too-bright.
For a moment his boy's a kite.
Don't harvest blame, after the rains come
to drown and to destroy,
'cause you tried to pull your child
out from the fire, but you couldn't
pull the fire out your baby boy.
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I keep
names and emotions in my teeth
when I can't take
the blistering heat
on my tongue.
Often it seems they never cool.
Often, it seems, they never do.
But I must stop starving myself
for fear
of indigestion.
So let my stomach shrink,
to embrace the week,
naturally.
Your words could make my ears bleed,
under these sheets,
like a shotgun in a tunnel.
I have known since
before the kiss
that I could say
such beautiful things with your lips.
Let's taste the words we weren't allowed before.
Let's sing the ones that we can't speak.
So those with the voices of angels
have ended up
singing like
canaries...
They think they can pull a Cain
just 'cause they're able,
but we'll not forget the skin
that we are wearing.
Let's taste the words we weren't allowed before.
Let's sing the ones that we can't speak.
(No more will I let my stomach shrink.)
(Singing:) We shall overcome someday.
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Christians & Lions Warren, Rhode Island
A "veritable underdog super group" (TheDig) formed in 2004. Ben Moy Potrykus (Bent Shapes, Receiving End of Sirens, etc), Matt Sisto, Chris Mara, and Chris Barrett are joined by Fiona Wood, Chris D'Amore, James Weinberg, and Sara Honeywell live. Also featuring Sam Potrykus, Kate Virginia, Greg Tellier, and more. ... more
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Boss Metal Zone EP
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Evan, drummer and occasional guitarist for C&L, drums in this amazing horror-surf band. Definitely catch them live if you have the opportunity!
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Kate, who sings and plays just about everything for C&L (banjo, flute, keys, glockenspiel, bass...) fronts her own folk outfit. C&L's Evan engineered this album and plays percussion on it as well!
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