Excerpts From An Interview With A Suicide Artist Lyrics

Hey boozer bellicose boor, bridle that tongue and kiss me proper. My ballast I must have misplaced. These dogs don't touch the ground. I'm getting (upside) down. If you'll spin I r...Read Full Lyrics

I'm breathless, well-night, inert, like steel myself but closer kin to dirt. When John Henry swings, you bet it hurts, but I prefer blisters to a face full of hammer....Read Full Lyrics

Cotton bolls and dust bowl, a pump for water and mosquito both. A bluegill well hotter than hell amidst ennui and anomie, the biggest devil that I ever seen. A russet funnel. I bli...Read Full Lyrics

Salvation is in well-wrought precision. These hands in motion lay a good foundation. Building boarding for the second coming, crafting chairs so you might rest your righteous weary...Read Full Lyrics

Someone got some mattress in my mud. Someone shot some bullet in my gut. The grass is whispering tickle into my ears and the salvos have exploded the sun into dust and a silver sli...Read Full Lyrics

Mock-speed tannin-cleave radar-screen blackbitsubscene anchor black water broad chest boastermalt-slur, gon' dance me a gaudy vulgar jig, toe-tapping muddy reeds roots and reeds he...Read Full Lyrics

A vacuum creased like origami, a sheet of nothing fashioned into a fish inflated smaller than a scale than a small mind promises and progress pride and might and mites and confiden...Read Full Lyrics

Red! Red! Thats what she said. Red! Red! That's what she said, and I said fuck yes! The bled, the dead, your speckled dress. My baby, she's dancing, fragrancing like powder burn an...Read Full Lyrics