Califone Album

Yellow lions and winter sleep
When the power lines are down for days straight
Your filthy eyes and sugar mouth
Left on the steeple with the shakes

Sea glass wheels you folded under
Mercury slides along the tiles
Stepford wives and X-Mas tigers

Frozen ladders on the phone
Sets you on the other shore
With silverfish along the tiles
Left on the steeple with the shakes

Sea glass wheels you folded under
Mercury slides along the tiles
Stepford wives and X-Mas tigers

She's a loose tooth and she's a bare wire
Unholy fine with a broken charge
Black hearted wife in the growling yard
Silvermine pictures and tongues of flame

Small hands wished away and held back
Painted ocean floor
Pipe and seed the weight relaxes
Razor to the tape

Out to thread taste the silver jets
As they lose control over you
Punctured houseboats in punch drunk cases
Four sunday shoes caught under the stall

Read the rope and steer the pitch dark
Lost on you
Motel sex still fresh on your hand
Razor to the tape

She's a loose tooth and she's a bare wire
Unholy fine with a broken charge

By the time I filter down to you
A finger for an invitation
Too sane to find the feel
Cotton blood, a jewelry box

The last to leave, the last to come
The elevator waits to take you down
She throws a prayer you'll never catch
And I'm not holding on

Baby's in the engine room alright
Got the trap door by the feathers
Dressing for your date with the dumb anyway

Drunken sailor
Ripe heart attack station
Sharp as pastry
Now for the baby to find

Dressed up in a bag of nails
Drop of spend wrestling up against the mattresses
Takes the shine from off your forehead
Red food old heat
Honey down your legs
Honey down your wings
How to hush a sick transmission…

Out to seed for the slow entire
Can't wait to lose you now, say grace and roll aside
Gave your lower lip and tried to steal it back
Speeding in your palm all powder, fleece, and tame for you

Lit machines the motor streams
All down your kitchen throat
A fine goodbye again, fell in between the stations

Dime store fangs and dirty wings
Lap dance from the boys choir, one by one
Petticoats and pails, the milk maid up the back seam
Ghosts against your sun drugged horses
It only rains for you

Your name was on the mortar, maced and still amused
A fine goodbye again, fell in between the stations

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Hands across the winter cream
Oil up your carpet burns
Tripping up the gospel plow
No desire to raise the wreck
Saddle up your coma lazy
Diamond noon held it fine
Ear against the plaster din
Kept your hands upon the plow
Wasted in the morning steam
No desire to raise the wreck