Blue Gold, by Myshkin

Blue Gold

by Myshkin

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A spare, spooky, rootsy collection of original love and prison songs. In a jewel case with an eight page booklet with all lyrics, and original collage artwork by Myshkin.

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1.	Fallow 04:01	lyrics	buy track
ONE BUMP ON THE HEAD AND SHE LOST HER WHOLE WORLD NOW LET IT BE SAID SHE WAS A HARDY GIRL WORE HER HANDS FISTED AND HER TIRE TRACKS TWISTED IN AN INFINITE FIGURE EIGHT TO THE BAR BUT ONE SLUMP IN THE CURVE AND SHE SPUTTERED AND STOPPED SHE LOST HER NERVE AND HER HANDS JUST DROPPED IN HER LAP SHE SAT TO WAIT FOR A MIRACLE OF FATE FOR TO PICK HER UP IN IT’S GEAR GRINDING ARMS AND THE GRASS GREW AROUND HER  AND THE SUBURBS SEEPED OUT OF THE CITIES TO ENCIRCLE HER FALLOW LITTLE FORM AND AS SHE WOKE FROM HIBERNATION  TRIED TO FIND HER TRUE VOCATION  SHE WAS LOST IN THE WASH OF THE SHALLOWS OF THE NORM ONE TRUMP IN HIS HAND AND HE LOST HIS WHOLE SOUL NOW LET IT BE SAID THAT HE WASN’T BORN COLD HE HAD WORN HIS BELIEFS ON THE TIPS OF HIS TEETH  HE HAD BITTEN HIS OWN TONGUE NEAR IN HALF FOR THE CAUSE BUT ONE JUMP IN THE RANKS AND HIS LIPS SLAMMED SHUT HE SMILED AND HE NODDED AND HIS TEETH GREW BLUNT HE SAT TO WAIT FOR A MIRACLE OF FATE FOR TO SPIT HIM OUT OF IT’S GEAR GRINDING JAWS AND THE GRASS GREW AROUND HIM.... HE HEARD A BUMP OUT HIS WINDOW ON A WINTER NIGHT WELL SHE WAS CAUGHT LIKE A RABBIT IN HIS RAZOR WIRE HE OPENED THE DOOR SLOW SAID “WHERE WERE YOU TRYING TO GO” SHE SAID “JUST TO THE NEXT TOWN WHAT EVER IT IS, IS IT FAR?” HE TOOK HER INTO HIS TOWER AND SHE TOOK HIM APART HE FLEXED HIS POWER AND SHE RACED HIS HEART SHE HUMMED AS SHE WAS DRESSING HE WAS NUMB AND KIND OF STRESSING THEY WENT OUT FOR A DRINK AND HE LOST HER AT THE BAR AND THE GRASS... fall 95 new orleans © 1998 MYSHKIN
2.	Angola 03:58	lyrics	buy track
FOR 45 YEARS I WAS THE MAN WITH THE KEYS FROM WALKING THOSE HALLS TO SIGNING THOSE RELEASES I’VE HAD THEM SPIT ON ME I’VE HAD THEM ON THEIR KNEES I’VE BEEN CALLED EVERYTHING FROM SATAN TO JESUS I CLAWED MY WAY TO THE TOP OF THE HEAP  ‘TIL I RULED THIS LITTLE KINGDOM OF KILLERS JUNKIES AND THIEVES 45 YEARS OF FACES THAT ALL LOOK THE SAME COME IN ONE DARK DAY MAYBE LEAVE MOSTLY COME BACK AGAIN WHAT A MAN USED TO BE MATTERS ABOUT AS MUCH AS HIS MAMA’S MAIDEN NAME IT’S A MATTER OF RECORD BUT IT’S ANCIENT HISTORY AFTER ABOUT 3 DAYS CAUSE IT’S A WHOLE OTHER UNIVERSE MAY AS WELL BE OUT IN SPACE THAT PLACE WHERE THE WORLD THROWS  WHO IT DON’T WANT AROUND IT AWAY RELEASE ME FROM THIS LIFE I WILL SEEK MY PUNISHMENT ON THE OTHER SIDE BUT THE JUDGE SAID  “WARDEN IN COLD BLOOD YOU SHOT YOUR POOR POOR WIFE YOU’RE GOING BACK TO ANGOLA, THERE YOUR HELL TO FIND” NOW I WORKED HARD AT MY CAREER GAVE NO THOUGHT TO MY LIFE I WAS BREATHING DOWN THE NECK OF 50 YEARS ‘FORE I TOOK A WIFE I MARRIED A MYSTERY WRITER ‘BOUT HALF MY AGE ‘BOUT HALF MY SIZE I LIKED THE WAY SHE CURLED UP SMALL IN MY ARMS AT NIGHT BUT THEY MADE ME RETIRE WHEN I WAS 65 FOR 13 YEARS I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE WATCHING THAT WOMAN WRITE SHE GETS DRESSED BEHIND A CHINESE SCREEN SHE’S GOT A SHELF FULL OF BOOKS SHE WROTE YOU CAN READ SHE GETS FAN MAIL AND PHONE CALLS AND ARTICLES IN MAGAZINES SHE’S GOT A ROOM WITH A LOCK SHE HOLDS THE KEY I’VE GOT 45 YEARS OF FAST FADING BAD MEMORIES AND PEOPLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW THAT HATE ME NOW PRISON CAN DESTROY A MAN JUST LIKE A WAR DON’T MATTER IF YOUR WINNING OR LOSING  OR INSIDE OR OUTSIDE THOSE BARS I AIN’T TRYING TO MAKE EXCUSES YOUR HONOR  I’M JUST TRYING TO SAY WHAT FOR I TOOK THAT 45 OUT OF IT’S CASE OUT OF THE DRAWER I FULLY INTENDED TO USE THAT GUN ON ME I GUESS IT’S JUST FORCE OF HABIT MADE ME TURN IT ON HER fall 97 New Orleans © MYSHKIN 1998
3.	Blue Gold 02:41	lyrics	buy track
I LIVE IN INA ILLINOIS AND EVERYBODY HERE  THEY ALL WORK AT THE PRISON YOU CAN SEE IT FROM THE HIGHWAY IT’S AS UGLY AS A SORE BUT IT PAYS THE RENT ALL YEAR  AND IT BUILT UP THIS LITTLE TOWN AND NOW IT’S INA ILLINOIS AND ALL THE MEN DRINK BEER  THAT’S WHY THEY COME TO CHARLIE’S  WHEN THEY’RE FINISHED WITH THEIR SHIFT AND THEN THEY WANT SOME DANCING THAT’S WHY I’M PAID TO BE HERE IT IS THE CLOSEST THING TO ROMANCE IN A PRISON TOWN LIKE THIS AND MAYBE IF THIS WAS CHICAGO OR MEMPHIS  ST. LOUIS OR NASHVILLE OR NEW ORLEANS  I COULD PRETEND IT WAS SHOW BIZ OR GLAMOROUS  A GIRL IN PURSUIT OF HER DREAM BUT THIS IS INA ILLINOIS AND ALL THE WOMEN SNEER IF THEY HAVE TO STAND BEHIND ME IN THE CHECKOUT AT THE GROCERY EVERYBODY THINKS THEY KNOW WHY I DO WHAT I DO HERE BUT EVERYBODY IS A PRISONER OF WHAT THEY THINK THEY KNOW I KNOW INA ILLINOIS MAYBE IF THIS WAS CHICAGO... BUT THIS IS INA ILLINOIS AND EVERYBODY HERE THEY ALL WORK AT THE PRISON YOU CAN SEE IT IN THEIR FACES EVERYBODY THINKS THEY KNOW WHY THEY DO WHAT THEY DO HERE BUT EVERYBODY IS A PRISONER OF WHAT THEY THINK THEIR PLACE IS MINE IS INA ILLINOIS MAYBE IF THIS WAS CHICAGO winter 1997 Illinois C MYSHKIN 1998
4.	Hammertown 02:31	lyrics	buy track
ARM FLIES UP, WEIGHT COMES DOWN THAT’S HOW IT GOES IN HAMMERTOWN ONIONS ROT, SCRUBBY MOUNDS OUT ON THE EDGE OF HAMMERTOWN WINDY GIRLS WALK QUICKLY BY SHUT THEIR EARS WITH SKIP ROPE CHANTS, SQUINT THEIR EYES FIELDS CONFESS BUT THE GIRLS DON’T HEAR A SOUND THEY’RE ON THEIR WAY TO HAMMERTOWN GRASS IS GRAY, SKY IS BROWN THAT’S HOW IT LOOKS IN HAMMERTOWN HOUSES WARPED, STREETS UNWOUND THIS IS THE STATE OF HAMMERTOWN DUSTY BOYS LIE SLEEPING YET IN ENGINE DREAMS AND SULFUR SHEETS MOAN AND SWEAT SUN COMES UP BUT THE BOYS STAY BEDDED DOWN OUTSIDE SLEEP THERE’S ONLY HAMMERTOWN BIRDS HAVE GONE, RATS ABOUND THAT’S HOW IT IS WITH HAMMERTOWN BUILT A CITY UNDERGROUND MIRROR OF HUMAN HAMMERTOWN RUSTING WIDOWS STAY OUT OF SIGHT EAT ONIONS IN THE MORNING, ONIONS AT NIGHT SKY WON’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE ANYHOW IT’S ALWAYS DUSK IN HAMMERTOWN THERE’S A ROAD THAT LEAVES THIS PLACE FOUND BY CHANCE FOLLOWED BY GRACE THERE’S A WIND KNOCKING AT THE WINDOWPANE AND THE DUST SLOWLY WAKES WIND PICKS DUST UP OFF THE GROUND SIGN SAYS YOUR LEAVING HAMMERTOWN ROAR AND GRIND GROW QUIET NOW ALL LEFT BEHIND IN HAMMERTOWN WALK FOR DAYS IN A STRAIGHT LINE TIME HAS A SHAPE, FLESH HAS A TASTE, SUN IS HIGH FAIL TO SEE THAT ROAD SIGN NOW AIN’T THAT A PITY SAYS ONE MILE TO HAMMERCITY spring 96 new orleans © 1998 MYSHKIN
5.	Ruins 02:36	lyrics	buy track
TWO NIGHTS AGO I DREAMED OF A BOY WHO MADE MUSIC WITH SOME BUTTONS IN HIS FINGERS IT WAS BUILT INTO HIM HE ALSO HAD SOME MAGIC SOME MAGIC IN HIS LEGS HE COULD LEAP OVER ROOFTOPS AND HURDLE DUNES BUT ONCE S A CHILD HE KILLED A FRIEND THIS WAY HE DID NOT KNOW THE DUNE WOULD FOLLOW HE DID NOT KNOW THE DUNE COULD FALL SO LOW AND SO HE GREW UNKNOWINGLY AFRAID OF HIS POWERS HE STOOD ONLY WATCHING AS TERROR BURNED DOWN HIS VILLAGE A DISASTER NATURAL PERHAPS HE STOOD ONLY WATCHING SO NOW HE ONLY LETS HIS FINGERS SING AT PARTIES  SO NOW HE INVITES THREE WOMEN TO THE BALL AND THOUGH THEY ALL DRESS ONLY FOR HIM TAKES NONE OF THEM WALKING...IN THE DUNES LAST NIGHT HE DREAMED HE BLED ALL OVER EVERYTHING LAST NIGHT HE DREAMED EVERYTHING IN RUINS winter 92 santa fe © 1998 MYSHKIN
6.	Meat Plant Rag 02:37	lyrics	buy track
BACK IN CALIFORNIA I DIDN’T HAVE A HOME FACT MISTER I HARDLY HAD A HOPE COMPANY CAME AND TOOK ME OFF THE WELFARE ROLL GIVE ME A BUS TICKET AND A PLACE TO GO SO I’M NOT COMPLAINING I GOT A ROOF OVER MY HEAD I GOT THREE SQUARES A DAY I GOT NOTHING BAD TO SAY ABOUT THE WAY HEY RUN THIS PLANT I’M NOT COMPLAINING MISTER UNION MAN SURE MY HANDS ARE SORE FROM THE CUTTERS AND THE COLD SURE I MAKE THE SAME CUT SOME TWELVE HUNDRED TIMES A DAY BUT I AIN’T GOT NO SKILLS YOU COULD CALL SALABLE AND THEY GIVE ME A DOLLAR MORE AN HOUR THAN THE MINIMUM WAGE SURE I HEARD THE STORIES BOUT THE GLORY DAYS A BODY COULD MAKE THREE TIMES WHAT I GET PAID YOU COULD RAISE A FAMILY ON THAT WAGE HAVE SOME SELF RESPECT YOU HAD A TRADE SURE I DON'T KNOW HOW IT CAME TO B THIS WAY WELL BUDDY THE TIMES HAVE CHANGED WELL IT MUST BE TRUE I GUESS THE COMPANY MUST BE HURTING TOO THAT’S WHAT THEY TOLD ME WHEN THEY TOLD ME NOT TO TALK TO YOU BACK IN FEBRUARY A WOMAN ON THE LINE  GOT HER ARM CAUGHT UP IN THE CONVEYER BELT BOBBY MITCHELL CUT THE BELT IN TWO JUST IN TIME AND FOR HIS TROUBLE BOBBY MITCHELL WAS FIRED SO I’M NOT COMPLAINING... THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE GOT NOWHERE TO FALL IF I FAIL AT THIS I DON’T KNOW NO ONE IN TEXAS fall 1997 Texas © MYSHKIN 1998
7.	The Importance of Architecture 03:58	lyrics	buy track
THAT PLACE HAD ALWAYS SMELLED LIKE GERBILS NO MATTER WHAT SHE DID MADE HER FEEL LIKE A LITTLE GIRL THOUGH SHE WAS GROWN AND HAD HER OWN KID THAT CHILD TIED HER TO THE WORLD JUST LIKE A STRING ON A BALLOON AND SHE WOULD BUMP ALONG THE CEILING WHILE HE WAS OFF EACH DAY AT SCHOOL THAT PLACE HAD ALWAYS LOOKED LIKE NIGHTMARES THOUGH SHE COULD NEVER THINK WHAT FOR ORDINARY DOORS ON TOP OF THE STAIRS ORDINARY ROOMS BEHIND THOSE DOORS THOSE DOORS THEY HID HER FROM THE WORLD JUST LIKE A CURTAIN ON A STAGE AND SHE WOULD MELT INTO THE CARPET ALL THROUGH THOSE ENDLESS WINTER DAYS AND THAT PLACE HAD ALWAYS FELT LIKE PAPER LIKE ANY DAY IT WOULD CAVE IN THE FLOOR WOULD CRUMPLE UP BENEATH HER THE WALLS WOULD RIP DOWN WITH THE NEXT BIG WIND THAT WIND WOULD BRING HER TO THE WORLD JUST LIKE A FACE UPON A SCREEN AND SHE WOULD FLOAT ABOVE THE ROOFTOPS LOOKING FOR A PLACE SHE COULD CALL CLEAN fall 1997 New Orleans © MYSHKIN 1998
8.	Nicky 01:46	lyrics	buy track
RICKETY STEEL WHEELCHAIR ON THE FRONT PORCH NICKY SIT HERE FEELING GRAY AS THE STORM WATCHING THE COLD DUMB WIND WASHING THE BOLD YOUNG KIDS OUT OF THEIR HOMES DOWN THE STREET PAST HIS DOOR NICKY FEELS OLDER THAN GOD AND HE’S JUST 24 SHOT IN THE BACK TRAFFIC SLOWING TO SEE A KID DRESSED IN ORANGE WITH SHACKLES ON HIS FEET THE MARSHAL WITH THE RIFLE SAID HE AIMED FOR NICKY’S CALVES BUT THOSE MARSHALS WITH THEIR RIFLES  HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO STRETCH THE FACTS NICKY CAN’T RUN ANYMORE AND HE NEVER COULD READ WAKE IN THE NIGHT IN A FEVERISH SWEAT THE WHITE STRIPE OF STREETLIGHT ACROSS NICKY’S BED IS JOINED BY THE RED AND BLUE OF A CRUISER THAT’S CUTTING THROUGH OFF TO DO BATTLE WITH THE FAILURE OF THE PROMISED LAND NICKY DONE LONG AGO RAISED HIS SURRENDER FLAG FREEDOMS JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR EVERYTHING THAT NICKY NEVER HAD FREEDOMS JUST ANOTHER WORD spring 97 new orleans © MYSHKIN 1998
9.	Book of Numbers 04:57	lyrics	buy track
10 YARDS OF PRINTED COTTON COULD HAVE MADE ONE WINTER DRESS APIECE FOR 2 TEENAGE GIRLS IN LONDON MADE BOLD BY YOUTH AND POVERTY DID LYDIA TRIP DID I CRY OUT WERE WE SEEN SMILING NERVOUSLY OUTSIDE THE SHOP WE WERE CAUGHT SENTENCED TO SWING FROM THE TYBURN TREE 6 MONTHS LONG ALL MY BROWN EYES SAW WERE THE BLACK CELLS OF NEWGATE JAIL BUT THEY COULD NEVER HANG US ALL THE PLACED ME ON THE PRINCE OF WALES BY MERCY OF HIS MAJESTY ON MAY 13TH THAT SHIP DID SAIL UPON THE SEAS BEYOND THE SEAS EXILE TO THE END OF THE WORLD 11 SHIPS CROSSED THE ATLANTIC TWICE  HEAVY WITH HUMAN CARGO WE LAY IN HOLDS BUILT FOR TEA AND SPICE NO LIGHT OR WIND OR ROOM BELOW THE SOLDIERS USED US AS THEY WOULD SHACKLED OUR ARMS WHEN THEY WERE DONE FOR BEING BAD AND NEVER GOOD FOR BEING BOUGHT BY SOLDIERS RUM IF YOU FIND THE STONE DOWN AT SACKVILLE REACH WHERE LIE THE BONES OF ANN FORBES HUXLEY YOU’LL KNOW ONLY THAT I SLUMBER AFTER LIVING 80 YEARS BUT THERE IS A BOOK OF NUMBERS THAT IS BURIED WITH ME HERE 1 MAD NIGHT ON VIRGIN SOIL BY MORNING THERE WAS NOT ONE VIRGIN LEFT BEAUTY IN ONE DAY CAN BE SPOILED I FOUND A MAN THE VERY NEXT WITH HAND AND HOE WE PLANTED WHEAT THE SEED WE SOWED DID NOT APPEAR THE SEED IN ME BORE FRUIT BUT SWEET SHE DIED BEFORE SHE’D LIVED A YEAR 12 WEEKS BEFORE RELIEF ARRIVED  THEY SENT ONE THIRD OF US TO HELL MAROONED ON CRUEL NORFOLK ISLE OUR SHIP IN SPLINTERS STARVING STILL WE LIVED BY EATING MUTTON BIRDS WE LOST OUR CROPS TO GIANT RATS OUR BACKS WERE LASHED OUR BELLIES BURNED MY HANDS THEY BLED FROM NORFOLK FLAX 3 CHILDREN I DID BIRTH AND SUCKLE I MARRIED WILLIAM DRING HE HAD A QUICK SLY GRIN AND HARD WHITE KNUCKLES HE WAS THE GREATEST RASCAL LIVING THE RUM CORPS SOLDIERS OWNED THE TOWN ONE OF THEM THOUGHT HE COULD OWN ME MY WILLIAM KNOCKED THAT SOLDIER DOWN THEIR DUEL SPARKED A MUTINY IF YOU FIND THE STONE DOWN AT SACKVILLE REACH WHERE LIE THE BONES OF ANN FORBES HUXLEY YOU’LL KNOW ONLY THAT I SLUMBER AFTER LIVING 80 YEARS BUT THERE IS A BOOK OF NUMBERS THAT IS BURIED WITH ME HERE 4 YEARS I WATCHED HOW EVERY SHIP THAT CAME FROM SYDNEY WAS RECEIVED EACH BATCH OF CONVICT WOMEN STRIPPED AND AUCTIONED INTO SLAVERY THEY CALLED US WHORES AND BATS AND CRACKS THEY CALLED US CATTLE AND CONVENIENTS I CLUNG TO WILLIAM LIKE A RAFT TILL WE WERE FREE AND ON THE MAINLAND 7 BITTER YEARS A PRISONER SPENT OF GOVERNMENT AND MARRIAGE BOTH BUT A PRISON TERM CAN NEVER END IF THERE’S NO HOPE OF CARRIAGE HOME I SERVED MY TIME OUT AND THROUGH I GAVE MY WILLIAM DRING THE SLIP HE WAS A PRETTY LOUT AND TRUE BUT I WAS TIRED OF BEING HIT 70 ACRES ON THE HAWKSBURY I FARMED WITH THOMAS HUXLEY JONES I NAMED IT PARADISE AND HE DID HIS BEST TO MAKE IT SO WE BATTLED FLOOD AND FIRE AND DEBT AND RAISED TEN CHILDREN WITH OUR HANDS I AM THE STAIN, DISDAINED AND YET I WOVE THE FABRIC OF THIS LAND IF YOU FIND THE STONE DOWN AT SACKVILLE REACH WHERE LIE THE BONES OF ANN FORBES HUXLEY YOU’LL KNOW ONLY THAT I SLUMBER AFTER LIVING 80 YEARS BUT THERE IS A BOOK OF NUMBERS THAT IS BURIED WITH ME HERE IF YOU FIND THE STONE DOWN AT SACKVILLE REACH WHERE LIE THE BONES OF THE LAST OF THE FIRST FLEET YOU’LL KNOW THAT I AM BURIED AND MY PAGES GONE TO DUST BUT MANY THOUSAND OF YOU CARRY MY BOOK OF NUMBERS IN YOUR BLOOD. WINTER 97 NOLA © MYSHKIN 1997
10.	Sweet Coffee 04:08	lyrics	buy track
I AM SWEET COFFEE I AM FAIR WARNING I AM FINE WEATHER AM I STILL WHAT YOU WANTED I AM SOFT AS MOSS I AM SMOOTH AS SHEETS I AM ALL COTTON I AM YOURS FOR KEEPS I AM STRONG AS SILENCE ON A SUBMARINE I CAN HOLD MY BREATH FOR UP TO 14 WEEKS I AM NOT RACE CARS I AM NOT TORTURED I HAVE ONLY BEEN BLOWN ABOUT A BIT BY THE SWEET SUMMER BREEZE OF FORTUNE I KNOW ALL ABOUT THE TRAGIC PAIN ALL THE ARTISTS IN MY FAMILY THAT STUFF RUNS IN MY VEINS BUT I WILL NOT LET IT RUIN ME I AM BORN LUCKY I AM TWICE REMOVED I AM MILES DOWN THE HIGHWAY AND IN THE SHOTGUN WEDDING SEAT IS YOU I AM SWEET COFFEE... I AM HARD AS GRANITE I AM ROUGH AS GRAVEL I AM ALL BLUE VEINED MARBLE I AM ALL YOURS TO UNRAVEL I AM STRONG AS SIGNAL FROM A SATELLITE I CAN HOLD A NOTE FOR OVER 14 DAYS, 14 NIGHTS I AM NOT HEROIN I AM NOT TORTURED I HAVE ONLY BEEN BLOWN ABOUT A BIT BY THE BENUMBING BREEZE OF FORTUNE I KNOW ALL ABOUT THE TRAGIC PAIN ALL AN ARTIST IS SUPPOSED TO BE... spring 97 new orleans © MYSHKIN 1998
11.	Discontent 03:03	lyrics	buy track
ALL THE HOOSIER TOURISTS TRYING NOT TO NOTICE ONE OUT OF THEIR BROOD HAS GONE BAD IN THE SOUTHWEST AND I SWEAR IT’S ONLY LOCALS THAT EVER THROW ME QUARTERS MY SONGS FALL ON TO THE SIDEWALK ROLL TWICE AND COME TO REST IN THE STREET IS FULL OF SPLINTERS THE STREET IS FULL OF SUNLIGHT THE STREET IS FULL OF SAVIORS IF THEY ONLY JUST WOULD THINK HOW MUCH A DOLLAR COULD MEAN TO A GIRL FROM INDIANA WHO DOES NOT WANT TO GO HOME BUT WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A DRINK IN THE BAR IS POLYNESIAN BEAD CURTAINS ROUND THE TABLES A PARROT ON THE SIGN AND THE OWNER HE IS GREEK AND I’LL SEE THAT BLOND BARTENDER WHO JUST SPOTTED ME A BEER AFTER WE EACH MOVE TO NEW ORLEANS AND HE BECOMES A THIEF IN THE NIGHT IS COMING CLOSER NIGHT IT SWAGGER DOWN NIGHT COME TO KEEP WATCH OVER US DISPLACED CLOWNS AND I AM CAUGHT BETWEEN ELATION AND MY UNPAID RENT AND THIS MUST BE THE FIRST SUMMER OF MY DISCONTENT ALL THE TEA IN TEXAS COULDN’T EVEN COME CLOSE TO SATISFY THIS THIRST IN ME AND I AM PLAYING SAMSON TO SOME PSYCHO KID’S DELILAH WHO HAS JUST GOT TO BRING DOWN EVERY STRONG WOMAN HE  SEA IS FULL OF FISHES SEA IS FULL OF SNAKES I JUST HAPPENED TO GET HOOKED BY THE WRONG ONE ONE DAY WE DRIVE OFF INTO THE DESERT WITH THE SUNSET AT OUR HEELS WASH UP ON PADRE ISLAND LIKE A PAIR OF PICKLED  EELS AND CRABS AND CRAWFISH TWO WEEKS IN NEW ORLEANS HE WANTS ME TO TAKE THAT JOB ON BOURBON STREET YOU KNOW THE ONE WHERE I SAY “I AM A MUSICIAN” AND THEY SAY “WE GOT ENOUGH OF THOSE HON, IF YOU WANT TO MAKE SOME MONEY YOU ARE TAKING OFF YOUR” CLOSING TIME’S A BLESSING IF YOUR BECOMING A LUSH AND NEW ORLEANS NEVER CLOSES SO WE GET BACK ON THAT BUS AND I AM CAUGHT BY WHAT IS BOUGHT BY ALL THE MONEY SPENT AND THIS MUST BE THE SECOND SUMMER OF MY DISCONTENT ALL THE TENNESSEE BOYS ARE TERRIFIED OF ME BOYS AND RIGHTFULLY SO CAUSE I JUST PASSED A BITTER WINTER IN THE WILDS OF NEW YORK CITY WHERE I SHED EVERY SHRED OF DECENCY I NO EXCUSE FOR ME BOYS NO EXCUSE FOR THIS YOU LAY DOWN WITH SNAKES YOUR GONNA GET BIT I’VE LOST SOMETHING IMPORTANT I DON’T QUITE KNOW WHAT IT IS MAYBE A PIECE OF MY SOUL OR THE WHOLE OF MY SKINNY DIPPING WEATHER BUT I’M WORKING ALL DAY LONG TRYING TO GET BACK TO WHERE I BELONG I’VE BEEN WILD FOR YEARS I THINK WILDS OK BUT HEY THERE’S GONNA BE SNAKES IN THE GRASS OF ANY ENDLESS SUMMER  DAYLIGHT COMING CLOSER DAYLIGHT COMING UP DAYLIGHT GONNA FILL MY WISHING CUP GONNA GO BACK TO NEW ORLEANS GONNA LOVE AND SING AND SWEAT AND THIS WILL BE THE LAST SUMMER OF MY DISCONTENT fall 97 new orleans © MYSHKIN 1998
12.	Butter 05:17	lyrics	buy track
IT WAS JUST THE KIND OF MESS YOU WOULD GET INTO YOU’D SOLD SOME TO SOME KID WHO’D SOLD SOME TO SOME KID WHO’D DIED ON IT AND I KNEW NOTHING I HAD NOT EVEN SEEN YOU FOR YEARS TIL WE WERE PULLED OVER ON I-25 ON IT AND I’D JUST BEEN MAKING FUN OF YOUR SILLY FANCY CAR AND THE WAY YOU GOTTA TAKE EVERY WHIM YOU GOT MUCH TOO FAR FEELING SNUG IN MY LAW ABIDING LACK OF ALL DESIRE SO I LAUGHED OUT LOUD WHEN I SAW THOSE BLUE LIGHTS FLASHIN AND IT WAS JUST THE KIND OF MESS I WOULD GET ALL WRAPPED UP IN I WAS TALKING TO THE COP WHO WAS TALKING TO THE COP WHO HAD HIS HANDS ON YOU AND I WAS STILL FEELING COOL AND DETACHED FROM THE SITUATION TIL I LOOKED UP AT THOSE DALMATIAN HILLS THEY SQUEEZED MY HEART AND I KISSED YOU THEY WERE BURNING EFFIGIES OF THE MAYOR IN THE TRAILER PARK AND THE DEAD BOYS DOGS RUNNING AROUND YOUR HEELS IN THE DARK I SAID BABY WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE LEFT THIS PLACE AND A SPARK CAUGHT AND THERE WAS A CONFLAGRATION AND IT’S JUST LIKE YOU TO KNOW THE NAME AND THE PRICE  OF THE BEST ONE OF ANYTHING AND LIE JUST TO STEAL JUST TO GET THE MONEY JUST TO BUY IT AND PAWN IT IN A YEAR OR LESS JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH ME WHY YOU SO SURPRISED PAWN SHOPS ALWAYS BURNED DOWN TIME YOU GET BACK FOR IT? CAUSE HONEY NOT EVERYBODY’S GOT THE KIND OF TIME TO SIT AROUND IN AN EASY CHAIR RUBBING OUT THE LINES OF THEIR FUTURE TIME TRAVELING  TIL YOU’RE BACK IN YOUR OWN CHILDHOOD SO HUNGRY YOU’RE CROSSING THAT MYSTERIOUS DIVIDE EATING BACKWARD INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S LIFE AND THE SUTURES UNRAVELING THAT HOLD THIS THING TOGETHER AND YOU’RE BACK AROUND THE TREE AGAIN TURNING INTO BUTTER YOU’RE BACK AROUND THE TREE AGAIN TURNING INTO BUTTER YOU’RE BACK AROUND THE TREE AGAIN TURNING INTO BUTTER fall 97 New Orleans © MYSHKIN 1998
13.	Sun on my Bones 04:16	lyrics	buy track
YOU SLEPT ON MY SHOULDER AS IF IT WERE SOFT WHILE I KEPT A LOOK OUT FOR NUNS AND FOR COPS IN THE GLOOMY CATHEDRAL WITH TOMBS IN IT’S WALLS DESIGNED TO BELITTLE AND BUILT TO AWE YOU WERE ASLEEP SO HOW COULD I SAY  HOW MY LOVE CLIMBED THOSE PILLARS AND SPRAY PAINTED THE CEILING WITH YOUR FACE YOU ARE THE SUN ON MY BONES AND I AM THE CUT IN YOUR SKIN I WON’T HEAL AND YOU WON’T GET COLD  EVEN AS WE GROW OLD AND OUR BLOOD THINS WHEN I AWOKE IN A BUMPY BED  IN THE MIDDLE OF LONDON IN AN OCEAN OF DREAD CAUSE SOME TOO HUMAN MONSTER INSIDE MY HEAD WAS FILLING A FRIEND OF MINE FULL OF LEAD IT WAS 4 IN THE MORNING SO HOW COULD I TELL YOU  HOW YOUR LOVE DIVED MY DEPTHS  AND YOU HELD ON TILL MY HELL BURNED AWAY YOU ARE THE MOON IN MY THROAT AND I AM THE SEA IN YOUR EARS I WON’T DRY UP AND YOU WON’T SWALLOW EVEN AS WE FOLLOW EACH OTHER THROUGH YEARS NOW CONSTANTINOPLE, PERSIA, SIAM ALL FALLEN AND BUILT UP AND FALLEN AGAIN BY MEN WITH THEIR JEALOUSIES MEN WITH THEIR PLANS GOD ON THEIR TONGUES AND SWORDS IN THEIR HANDS WHILE YOU AND I SLEPT THE SLEEP OF THE UNBORN EMPIRES WERE WON AND ALLIANCES TORN AND LOVERS MADE LOVE SONGS AND LOVERS MADE LIES AND LOVERS MADE EMPIRES IN EACH OTHERS EYES NOW YOU AND I WALK ON THIS SAME DANKY DUST AND FIDDLE WHILE OUR NATIVE EMPIRES RUST AND NATURE IS TORTURED AND TORTURERS MOURNED AND THE NATURE OF MAN IS SO NATURALLY SCORNED NOW YOU AND I SLEEP THE SLEEP OF THE ALIVE BUT EACH DAY WE WAKE UP FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME  WHEN YOUR SMILE HITS MY EYES AND I CRY YOU ARE THE SUN ON MY BONES....... fall 95 Germany © 1998 MYSHKIN
14.	Sycamore 04:29	lyrics	buy track
ANGEL WAS ARRESTED ON AN AUTUMN EVENING  IN THE BACK YARD OF THE BROWN HOUSE ON SYCAMORE SHE HAD ON MRS MICHAEL’S BIFOCALS AND MISS DREW’S EARRINGS SHE WAS DISSECTING THE CORPSE OF THE KING’S LABRADOR ANGEL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BABYSITTING MAGGIE BUT THEY COULD NOT FIND MAGGIE FOR AN HOUR OR MORE ‘TIL MR ARTHUR CHECKED THE ATTIC CAUGHT HER PLAYING AT A NEW GAME WITH A KNIFE THAT SHE NAMED ANGEL AND A MONOPOLY BOARD PARK PLACE, BALTIC, MARVIN GARDENS PEELED OFF CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR GO, JAIL, GO TO JAIL, FREE PARKING SHREDDED LIKE THE SKIN OF A SYCAMORE MRS ARTHUR’S EARS WERE BURNING IN CHURCH THAT SUNDAY PRYING EYES SCATTER EACH TIME SHE TURNED AROUND MR ARTHUR FEARED THE SERMON WELL IT WAS QUITE BLUNTLY AN ATTACK UPON HIS HOUSEHOLD AND IT’S MORAL GROUND THE DAILY NEWS RAN FEATURES ON TEEN DEVIL WORSHIP HER DOCTORS WROTE REPORTS THAT ANGEL NEEDED REST THERE WERE NOTES FROM MAGGIE’S TEACHERS HER FINGER PAINTINGS WERE DISTURBING THE CHURCH LADIES MADE SIGNS AND PICKETED THE GRATEFUL DEAD BUT ALL THAT PAPER SHOULD HAVE STAYED TREES NONE OF THAT PAPER TOLD ANYMORE THAN THE BABBLE OF THE BREEZE THROUGH THE BRANCHES AND THE LEAVES AND THE SHREDDED SKIN OF A SYCAMORE ANGEL CAME HOME ON A FEBRUARY MORNING TO THE BACK ROOM OF THE BROWN HOUSE ON SYCAMORE SHE’D BEEN ABSOLVED IN VALIUM AND THE BABY HAD BEEN BORN AND ADOPTED BY A COUPLE OUT IN OHIO NOW SHE SPENDS HER ALLOWANCE ON HARLEQUINS AND DOWNERS SHE BOUGHT A DEADBOLT FOR HER BEDROOM DOOR AND MR ARTHUR KEEPS LATE HOURS AT HIS OFFICE AND HE SHOWERS HIS DAUGHTERS AND HIS WIFE WITH THE FRUITS OF HIS LABORS HE’S SELLING OFF BALTIC BUYING UP MARVIN GARDENS BUT ALL THAT MONEY SHOULD HAVE STAYED TREES SELLING OFF MARVIN GARDENS, BUYING UP PARK PLACE BUT ALL THAT MONEY MAY AS WELL BE LEAVES AT THEIR FEET AS LONG AS NO ONE WANTS TO SEE BENEATH THE SHREDDED SKIN OF SYCAMORE STREET winter 96 new orleans © MYSHKIN 1998

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Myshkin Warbler Astoria, Oregon

Myshkin and an ever-evolving crew of restless gamblers—string, horn, drum, key, and and wave players. Passions range from tango to electronica, folk-noir to gypsy-swing to modern classical to rocknroll. Literate & spooky. Myshkin mostly plays guitars. When warm, she sings like a shiver down your chakras. Like a heart breaking all wide open. Like one in utter control of uncontrollable things. ... more