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Clean Blues
04:06
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Well my friend I see you've strayed so far off track
You'd have to hatchet half the world just to make it back
There's a wilderness of death snarling at your heels
But with fulfillment of a debt your path is re-revealed
If you roll just like a sow in the putrefaction
And nothing in the now will give you satisfaction
And you crawl upon your knees looking for that specie
Until your arms are all greased with that golden feces
Is your heart gangrened with avarice?
Well Jesus' gonna clean you just like a fish, yeah
Yeah
Wеll come on out of that water closet
Something soiled your soul well little man what was it?
Did you ascend that dunghill, did you plant your flag?
With his arms outflung, he'll free you from your plague
If you’ve been stewing in the humus with the slippery bitches
Well Jesus' gonna clean you just like a fish, yeah
Yeah
Little lady in the mirror, you're a pink narcissus
You're turning inside out, you're young and wet and vicious
To call it duty's no deterrent, see your wisdom's pearled
Because your beauty's dirty currency in this dark world
You're thinking God is getting hard to see your comely face
He made your body a commodity in this dark place
Well, if it pleases you to preen, if your looks are precious
Jesus' gonna clean you just like a fish, yeah
Yeah
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2. |
Broken Throat Blues
05:24
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Before you name me to yourself
Ascribe to me the plot
Prefigured in my blood
In my extinguished style, long shot
Decipher first the themes
Of my coagulated dreams
And show me one holy thing
Just one holy thing
And maybe my broken throat
Might open and sing
I'm tethered to your hand
By fine precarious thread
Well it's a fine, nefarious plan
The method means the end
Before you name me to yourself
Before I'm nailed by the king
Show me one lone ceremony
That ain't as vacant as a ring
And show me one holy thing
Just one holy thing
Then maybe my broken throat
Well it might
it might open and sing
But a saint is just a name
And I ain't seen nothing yet
And I worship and I blame
And I love you like a threat.
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3. |
The Table of Souls
09:32
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One thousand steps to the demise of the day
One thousand degrees while the sun flares and wanes
As I stare at the curve of the spine of this land
One thousand bottles pass through my hands
Now they say you've gone under but I saw you ascend
Holding aloft a gold ring and a brand
Now a thousand meanings have clouded that code
And one thousand sorrows have darkened my road
When will I find the light?
How will I use the light?
And by my very life
Do I reduce the light?
Will the light that I lack
Come back to smite my diffident soul?
What did my empty hands hold?
We came upon that bright plain, strangers
One thousand miles till we met on that hill
Then down to the valley where the rain rages
One thousand years and it's raging still
Now all cries for mercy they go unheeded
And miseries worsen and miseries pour
Then finally left to bow down, defeated
A thousand supplicants to the wrath of the Lord
Did we receive the light?
Why did we leave the light?
To grope a vacant night
Like naked acolytes
Gone blind to the Christ
From the thousand sights
Our eyes did behold
Trauma upon trauma upon trauma
One thousand fold
From my chair I stare at the encroachment of night
A herd of women pass through my sights
A herd of men construct castles in clay
I heard you coming from miles away
But I defy you to smile should you look on my face
All the traits you revile are carved into that space
And if you don't want for violence, don't speak and don't think
Simply sit there in silence and silently drink
And should we find the light
Since we maligned the light
We'll simply act contrite
And crawl to paradise
Two parasites for the Lord
Restored at last
To the Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
The Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
To the Table of Souls
The Table of Souls
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4. |
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Well all horses were once riderless and all will be so again
Along the same lines that contract that you signed has a rider or two to append
And recourseless, like Daedalus, well its a waxen way you wend
You'd like to sue the sun for that lightless run, but its later than that, my friend
So set out, set off like a glowing hunk of chum beneath a new moon
Beneath a dark majestic shark infested sky
And look down the dark barrel!
Quick vows are all foresworn
Crooked cross, albatross hex-necklace hard-won with an arrow
Is there a beacon on the other end that beckons you nigher to morn?
Stay focused but your eyes go compound beneath a canopy of stars
For each chosen one, the oaths slur their tongues, and tha'ts destiny but not ours
Hey you merchants of avarice, I want an eye for a heart
I want penitents on the fifth terrace of my apathetic art
So set out, set off like a glowing hunk of chum beneath a new moon
Beneath a dark majestic shark infested sky
And look down the dark barrel!
Quick vows are all foresworn
Crooked cross, albatross hex-necklace hard-won with an arrow
Is there a beacon on the other end that beckons you nigh?
So set out, set off like a glowing hunk of chum beneath a new moon
Beneath a dark majestic shark infested sky
And look down the dark barrel!
Quick vows are all foresworn
Crooked cross, albatross hex-necklace hard-won with an arrow
Is there a beacon on the other end that beckons you nigher to morn?
Is there a beacon on the other end that beckons you nigh?
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5. |
Wainwright
04:53
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A shell of a man is found sandside
A shell of a man on hell's shore
A skeletal sutler with bleachy wares
Here and there on the scalded floor
And this shell of a man held a mirror
To the mouth of that man
Just for the steam of his death
Or some real evidence of his passing.
Wainwright! Wainwright!
You repaired nothing.
"Which way I fly is hell, myself am hell."
I crave the law with my maw,
But my sentence is for open war.
And I'm condemned to the freedom of a tinker in the desert.
Just barking my wares across a dessicated moor.
Wainwright! Wainwright!
You spend upon an ocean, an ocean of pride.
And each breath adds to the quotient
Of what you accede to abide.
You'll drag your dray through a wasteland
Hawking your trinkets of nothing.
Wainwright was also a sawbones
But all you believers are bluffing. You're bluffing.
Wainwright! Wainwright! Wainwright! Wainwright!
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6. |
Violence is Yours
04:05
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A skinned hare spinning in a window
Breathed a phrase onto the hazy pane: Violence is yours.
A horsehead on a stake in the center of my bed
Smiled and wept, and this is what it said: Violence is yours.
A black pram ambles down a dirt road
A baby’s cry broadcast within
It’s clearly just an old recording
But between those cries the message lives: Violence is yours.
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7. |
Islay and Ale
02:30
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Islay and ale! Islay and ale!
I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
Once laying by the fire with Kristen McMahon, she asked why so gloomy? Was my stout heart strayin?
Well I smiled and I whispered in her ear tenderly, I'm goin down to McTighe's for a taste of the sea!
Islay and ale! Islay and ale!
I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
Once after a show up in north Inverness, some sweet daughter enters, and she starts to undress.
Well her hands they don't veer, and she's swayin' her hips - but there's only one sixteen-year I want on my lips!
Islay and ale! Islay and ale! I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
Well if ye got a taste for ashes and ye got a taste for wood, and for warm brine and iodine and oak barrel, well that's good!
But there's one minor matter for our aged whiskey peat - you should be whipped and sent home if you don't sink it neat!
Islay and ale! Islay and ale! I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
So when you're salty and sullen and the dark night is near, well just take Lagavulin with a dark pint of beer!
No it ain't quite a tonic for this sad mortal coil, but you'll acquaint your fat body with its origins in soil!
Lyrics by Michael Bradley
Copyright 2007 FurnaceSongs Record Co.
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8. |
On Holy Mountain
03:30
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On Holy Mountain I took her hand
I took her hand and led her there
Up to my nightfire which I rekindled
and sat to regard her ember stare
On Holy Mountain, God knows where
I told her stories of days forgotten
Embellished things that I don't know
Stories of young men, young men who fought and died
and endarkened all the snow
On Holy Mountain, lying in a row.
On Holy Mountain she took my hand
And she held it to her breast
I grew a beard and she grew a baby
And all our histories coalesced.
We're elemental as fire and stone
And mountains born within the sea
The iris widens, inhales the world
Then dives to refocus on those three
On Holy Mountain, remembering what will be
On Holy Mountain, remembering what will be.
Lyrics by Michael Bradley
Copyright 2007 FurnaceSongs Record Co.
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Decades
05:34
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Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
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10. |
Thousand Star Hotel
04:24
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Well, tonight we sleep in a thousand star hotel
Among the stars and where they fell through the turning sky
Where the twilight creeps in slow motion carousel
Our thousand star hotel where fire flies
I know that you're scared that I'm gonna hurt you
I know that you're thinking I'm a little too sad and wild
And I ain't saying that I'm some paragon of virtue
But neither are you child.
I see it in your smile.
Well it's not my fault God put you there when I was starving
But maybe now you'll know what they mean when they say "saved." And there's lots of folks who don't die, but just stop living.
And I've always had the feeling that both our paths were paved.
And tonight we sleep in a thousand star hotel
Among the stars and where they fell through the burning sky
Where the twilight creeps in a slo-mo carousel
It's a thousand star hotel where fire flies
I'm done with imagining how brilliantly we'd burn
It's my imagination that's kept me still this long.
I want to see you gasp and rise and suddenly turn to me
and whisper something--something scarily strong.
Well you're a candle of a girl--you light the world and consume yourself. I want to take your hand little girl and show you a truer wealth.
And tonight we sleep in a thousand star hotel
among the stars and where they fell through the churning sky
and the lights do creep in slow motion carousel.
It's our thousand star hotel, with fireflies.
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Antic Clay Atlanta, Georgia
Michael Bradley is a singer/songwriter based in Atlanta, Georgia. From 1997 until 2005 he helmed the band MYSSOURI, after
which he released the solo double cd “Hilarious Death Blues” under the moniker Antic Clay.
He has previously collaborated with producer John Fryer on his Black Needle Noise project, and Jarboe (Swans) in the project The Sweet Meat Love and Holy Cult.
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