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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-MacIver
Summer finds me needing just To feel Kentucky rain. Well, hush your mouth, Find me a train, gonna walk me to the South again. Crissacrossin highway five The phasin moon my friend Well I'll sleep the day Travel out the night Gonna drink me the South again An thasright, I'm pickin up dreams of home. Jusapain that calls my name Takes me back Jusathousan miles Ass all. Tell me what I'd give to get insider that Southern drawl. Well a turn of phrase, a talkin smile A voice that soothes my soul. Waiting somewhere, spiral me, The drifting smoke of home Will reach me here Wait for me Gonna breathe me the South again |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Tell me
there's annother (sic) dream Annother time Annother space Annother further distance Stretching In between Are we really all we seem (repeats after last verse) A silent birth before we scream We need a further distance Stretching in between You, now, looking into me. Here we are It's enough to say, Falling further distance Stretching in between |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-MacIver
Stretch out before me, I can't help this rising up feeling That moves me And leaves me just gasping out "Open up,open up" God knows you're driving me mad...wac. Shut up your mouth now your heaviness burns me to death. Can't you hear me? It's action not thinking I need from a woman like you...wac...wac. You're splitting my torso, you're drinking my water Your evening is vagrant, a poet who wanders Beneath and above me, your silent thought makes me now Kerosene. Forgive if I please you, you're too warm to break me I'll sink in your sweatness, and pass out your vagueness You said I was casual but you're hardly moving I'll wash in your wetness, tomorrow I'll leave you, now, Kerosene. Lips tracing soft lines, driplitting old wines Standing before you a man of the grapefield A body of sunlust, no fishstealing hard death religion Preach to me, preach to me, with your body In dying you save me In dying you take me In throwing you throw me In loving reprieve me In clothing you nude me In eating don't eat me Your freedom must free me, now, Kerosene |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-MacIver
Move over Oscar, said the Scarecrow As the black sheep past his smile. I've got no time to waste in talking Got to keep my eyes on the sky. 'Cause the birds are comming. Move over Oscar 'cause the birds are comming. Nothing around here ever changes, So's you'd notice. Didn't I see you smile ? How does it feel to be painted in motion ? Landscape, you and I. Roll the world into a ball of silver paper see it shine. An open world. See it shine. Spending time lying beside you, Looking above where the sky was. Spending time feeling the earth, Looking above where the day was. Spending time, touching your hair, Looking above where the sun .... Say blue, say you want to go away. Say blue, say you feel like the sea just for a day. Say blue, say you want to lap on someone else's shore |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-MacIver
Rocking chair, open sky Take you dream away Lemonade me feeling Every fine, me you mine Mountain come Be I soon Passion birding Acree acree Fascinate, me feeling, every fine me you mine Cool veranda, breathe on me Conetemplate some end of day Crickets play, me feeling Every fine, Me you mine |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-Jeffes
Talkin, Talking talkin that way. Chewin tobaccy stained smile. Askin, tell me what can I do ? Nutinjust, Sit down a while. Whistlin, why'd I whistle this way. Blackenteeth, full of last year's decay. SHORTY, why'd you leave me this way? Nicely, pick up a bone a piece AN STAY SHORTY, shorty pick up a bone Pick up A BONE |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-MacIver
I'm running away Tearing off the strips on the wall And wondering at the wonder of it all There's a long way to go A long way to go I wish I was home Felling kinda lazy on my chaise longue There's too far to go Friend lead me home Defense a Puteaux Well who could lose a ticket on the metro? I'm so casual Who got de way? I'll take any way, home |
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from Rupert Hine - Pick Up A Bone (1999)
Hine-MacIver
Take a beanpole that has felt the seasons change He's known the wind against its face And place it firmly on the softest ground. Throw around the pole a cloak of patterns curious That catch the sun And turn the eye away from what is true. Paint upon its face a smile That never questions why And crown it with a high hat made of straw. And when the evening creeps into your eyes You leave it for the world to see This sad reflection name it vanity. Hear the voices talking Though their lips are barely moving Yet their words are cutting quick To find the softest ground. Twisting in their broken flight To catch the dreams you cast aside To bring them once again before your eyes. Raise the Scarecrow to their lips That stiffen And then turn away To leave you thankful Breathless if alone. And though you are too real to disappear You sink again into your bones And leave the Scarecrow to the World. Take a beanpole that has felt the seasons change He's known the wind against its face And place it firmly on the softest ground. Throw around the pole a cloak of patterns curious That catch the sun And turn the eye away from what is true. In its hands you place your bitter tears Its legs will be your broken dreams Swaying from the gibbert of contempt. And when you seek for gentle words You'll find its shadow reappears To shield you from The tenderness of love |
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