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Broken Arms Dance With Black Feet

by OHMWAR

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1.
John Boy 02:00
Do you like my white tap shoes? I can make my feet sound like the blues and I just learned some fancy moves I'll work your stage for just free booze. Ok, let's see your act. Hey kid, that ain't bad. Can't have you here but I'll let you hack for pennies outside the nudie shack. The piggies stand in line to see the girls inside, just gonna keep on walking, will not even try. These dummies don't deserve to see these skills of mine. I just learned how to tap in 7/4 time. I'm gonna follow this rabbit over the hill, I know he's going to the landfill where Corey's head is in a jar. I'm gonna reclaim his guitar. Those fuckin' Goons, they all wimps, degenerate druggies and wannabe pimps. Gonna clean up their trash huts before I leave with a book of matches and some gasoline.
2.
Earth Angel 02:09
Put your finger in the wound of a bloody bird Bare your eyes to the sun so they're dry and burned Feathers down your throat, an antler in your ear Hello George. Thanks for coming, dear. Seminole, Seminole use of the Black Drink Vomit and phlegm fill up the Black Creek Starship Comanche rides in with the Black Fleet Mice and moths swarm the Red Beast The ornaments clang, from pierced flesh they hang The lightning whelk sings for what the green corn brings The ceremony is a complex thing You're kissed by The Twins before the hoedown begins The Shaman sings and conducts the back beat Broken arms dance with black feet Tremolo, Tremolo teeth on a bent string It's rock and roll Ma! This shit is amazing! Yeah.
3.
No more magic, no more saxophones A broken window recites a poem But syllables leave me cold And meter is a listless ode No more kaddish only bits of bone I couldn't tell you why people still mourn And moan at night, there's nothing wrong Please stop crying and just go home A clutzy smile on a splintered door Yammers phony stories of an unfought war Drunken rabbits nod and snore Then grunt awake and drink some more A blue coat hangs on a muddy oar Tap shoes talk on a busted floor I'm really cold and my feet are sore Come back Gary, let's start over
4.
Mazey 02:15
Two years ago I met with Mazey. She brought her stuff and showed me ways to accurately gauge the strange of electric slurry left in the aether. The Projector Mime is the device she left me, with a little practise I get reception. I'm getting signals, they're coded questions about location and directions. Can you tell me where we meet at night? Down the hill by the traffic light? Do you know where we meet tonight? Is it down the hill by the traffic light? No. Now it's five years on and total infiltration of all the airwaves; long, short and space band. Exploiting pockets of wasted Strange and mining guts of drifting dreams For access to the funny signal I need the data to patch the limn of the projected scrim of legerdemain. Fuck off Tesla, Edison the same.
5.
It was the accomplishment of one Stanislaus Georges P. Made of twigs and sprigs and leaves But no one got to see They found him dead in his working shed The invention wasn't spared Outlines overgrown with vine Are the only clues we have Little Mazey why you kill that man? Is the projector something you can understand? Can you make it work with your tiny hands? Could you do it again if you had the chance? I'm all cut up and my hands are burned A small price to pay for what I learned Soon you'll see the tables turned And the mimes unleashed! Got this notion to start a new story Gonna do it like nobody before me Mouth full of fuzz and a head full of glory A hard reset ain't nobody ignoring Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
6.
Can someone tell me what happened? I am a remittance man. I'm not sure where I am. I am a remittance man. Is the wire still under the ocean? I am a remittance man. I fell and I cut my hand. My head hurts when I stand. Hemingway, George Washington, Pall Malls and the Pinkertons. The Ford Motor Car assembly line, I love that singer Patsy Cline. My only friend is a deaf, dumb, blind man. I hold his hand. He smokes a cigarette. In 1929 He played catcher for the Cincinnati Reds.
7.
Boat 02:33
Got this boat that I got for free Was down by the bay and it floated to me It needs a name I think it's a she I asked but boats can't talk you see? I call it Jane that's a pretty name It was my puppy's name she died in may That's ok cause mommy say Everything will die someday So I cast off out to sea And there's a bunch of fuckin' boats and they're all empty Hello out there can you hear me? I think I've found a mystery Or just escaped some kind of fate Rapture like, a suspended state It's pretty neat I have to say I'm glad I'm still alive today Like water and trees Like guts and disease Like doves and electricity Like rust and falling asleep
8.
The Dozens 02:29
Mister Buckshot, he calls me Heehaw Gave me all this crime; a Kalashnikov, a nine Got eleven 30-30s, six .22s I carry a whistle in my boot Takin' pot shots across my empty lot There's someone walkin' by, he ain't my kind of guy I can tell by the way he moves Like he's got a bum leg and a hatful of booze Yo man, I'm the patrolman You better go man, find your own land Ya see, The Man Buck he runs this place He gimme these guns and say keep away Anyone who act a dumb fool So I see you and go Boom Boom Got ya two-steppin like The Gunsel Cal Oh look, is this your honey come to help you now? What's up meat? This my street! You wanna compete? Ain't that sweet Hope ya brought heat cause your man's weak Got him dancin', the fuckin' nancy Oh Corey, you scare nobody Your guns are just twigs and Mr. Buck he's Just a donkey that you don't feed Come here donkey, have some parsley You know not what it is! That which what you say! If these guns are just sticks Then why does everybody walk away? Cause no one fuckin' cares About your stupid garbage patch And those songs you sing daylong are just a load of crap Well then fuck you and fuck Buck too And my tunes? They fuckin' groove I'm takin' my show on the road Gonna head on down to Tomato Cove Hell yeah! Get out of here! Ain't gonna last long with just a burro and a song. Out there it's a land of moons There's roving Goons and ranting hünds I ain't scared! I been there! Last winter! Ain't Shit there! A couple of rabbits and some alleycats I played some blues and we had a laugh Then get gone! Take your dumb songs But the donkey stays, we're gonna make Sure he gets hay til his dying day And even carrots on Tuesdays And Christmas.
9.
Full moon on Lamp Street I'm in the Games Room On The Lake Feeling a little anxious The Power Man, he's late Argot and doggerel Weirdos commiserate I hear the cycles humming! Filaments illuminate It's always worth the wait Light in glass bulb, talk to me Where did you come from? What city? Denver? I hear it's very pretty When the sun goes down Tungsten or osmium? Bamboo? Ain't that something Excuse me, I must check in With the pinball machine
10.
Globs 01:15
Battle went from horse to plane Through radio and back again With weary fathers at the reins Of feral photons that go bang Prisms scatter pneumatic light Residual globs float on by And they pretend this is the end A limit of some kind Crashing around, burning on ground I laugh as I drift by Unnerving is the sight These dervishes so bright The skirmishes they fight And for what? A drip of power here A bit of voltage there It's a nebulous affair And for what?
11.
The smell of wet wheat and shit The jagged paths of the rivulets Through the dust outside of the window mixed With the powered din of a motocar trip Is distilled in one hit on the drum A drum that's been tuned with A trickster's tongue and the head is from Skin of the electrician Inside are strange birds, still and unstirred To dampen reverberation You play it with this, the bone of a fish That was a pet when you were young This ain't no nostalgia trip This is real shit on the electric tip I was slingin' way more juice than that idiot Who pulled that shit with the elephant And my arc's range puts lil Nik's to shame Not only that but it Trips a switch of sensory bliss Something like a glissando Of breeze rushing through trees A scree of entropy Complete the circuit with a bit of spit And pay your 50 as you leave
12.
400 million years ago Light refracts through an icicle On a patch of earth deadened by cold The first picture starts to grow Its colour like a flake of snow Beautiful then invisible From mathematics to a melted glow It's more than I can stand to know And bright lights Scramble irises And icepicks Slide up past the orbital bone Eardrums Perforated Jaw broke Teeth have crumbled long ago Tic Tac Toe and Ro Sham Bo Bebop, Doowop and Rock and Roll Reefer, Smack, Bennies and Blow Coffee, Egg and Piece of Toast Empty boats line the coast Art is dead, man. Don't you know? Photographed outside the store Ohmwar BSDC4

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released April 12, 2014

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