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Tropical Trust:
“Aggravated Myth”
You brought me back home
You cleared the Coast
My stomach is bleedin’
But it’s alright
Tying the knot
Is naught, unlike raking the coals
We’re ghunna do all we can
This time around
To make it dovetail
Sky to ground
Maming the frontier
With jagged chimes
Framing the gondolier
For heinous crimes
Interpreting misconceptions
Wicker textbook
Look the Earth is aflame with delight
Sons of the morning, rejoice at the sight!
Mesozoic chrome
Lone endotrophic throne comb
Defrock all bloated functionaries
Crane crop a stone-cold statuary
Heat conduction
Host a function
Last abduction
“Dark Fence”
Dark fence
Vitiatin’
My aperture
In the interrogating
Moonlight
Never been a home
Where I didn’t spill my bones
No there’s never been a home
Where I didn’t spill my bones
Knocking, scraping at my door
All of the things I failed to do
Before
Shooting gallery
Of day-to-day history
Never been a home
I didn’t spill my bones
Dark fence
Impaling
My shame of reference
In the accountability
Oversight
“Telegram to Tegucigalpa”
You can reach me on the field telephone
Market your charm on the overarching drone
Mimic the wisp of gourmet memory
Snarled round the spine of your family tree
Grandstanders grandstanding
By the league of egoists
Thwarted cartography
On the floor of the sea
Your coat-of-arms bespeaks your prestige
But your hay day muscles have all atrophied
In this door-creaking sensitivity
Underwater contest and I awake gasping for surety
Telegram to Tegucigalpa
Wire express on a scrawny llama
Making provisions
To stifle your trauma
“Bridge of Daggers”
Who looks after you?
Who looks after you?
It ain’t your moms
No it ain’t your girl
And it ain’t your pops
Who’s looking out for number 1?
Don’t hold anything back
More responsibility
More money
More money
More responsibility
Flame crate, cram tildge
Clean-jerk ambition
Lemonade stand rendition
Build consensus
Cleanse prospectus
Cumin yuletide
Rasputin glucose suture
Future uterine snafu igloo
Ululate snooze
Ukelele pool cruise
Banana bruise
Who’s got your nose?
Is it your silly old uncle?
Having a laugh at your expense
Laughs r so easily had at your expense
All it takes is a pluck
And a slight of knuckle
From your uncle
Who’s got your nose?
Who’s got your nose?
It ain’t your moms
It ain’t your girl
No it ain’t your pops
Build consensus
Tip-toe across the Bridge of Daggers
Who’s looking out for number 1?
Looking out for number 1?
Who’s got your nose?
Who’s number 1?
“Continental”
In a cheap suit I proposed
With fake flowers
On the frozen river
Prisoner of love
Bending those bars
Waving from afar
On the banks
Traditionally ashamed
Our love’s outta range
I got a feeling
And it’s hereditary
I got a notion
But it’s rudimentary
The way you talk to folks on planes
I’ll keep your advice on ice
You knocked me with apocalyptic fervor
Behind the garden supply store
A tree fell on our house
A broom fell on the mouse
The golden dome of youthful dreams
Too fresh for words
That way you talk to folks on planes
I’ll keep your advice on ice
All lyrics copyright Daguerreotypes 2007