Songs That Saved This Winter

Winged/Wicked Things 

I say it’s just smoke
You say it’s the hair of ghosts
So I say it’s the white hair of Poseidon
Ebbing in the tide in some dead sea
So you say it’s some shroud of Turin
And the sun wore it white and the Earth wore it thin
Or the son wore it white and his faith wore it thin
Unraveling heavenward
It’s saddled to tiny birds
Or other such winged things
Either way they are struggling
Either way they are miniature
Either way they’re invisible
But either way they’re confused as hell would have them
And the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it’s right because chaos is yours and it’s mine
And chaos is luck, and luck: Love, and love: Blind
(So) Ba da da
The pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it’s right because chaos is yours
And chaos is mine mine mine mine
And chaos is love and they say “Love is blind”
But they’re subject to hating us, just like the rest of us
But just like the best of us
They need the rest of us to stay alive
So that’s not where confusion lies
That’s not where an allusion to the fact that the truth
Is just smoke in your eyes does lie
No
Confusion lies in which other wicked thing to lie with
And if chaos is yours then chaos is mine
And chaos is love and they say “Love is blind”
So I say oh, I see now, it’s just smoke

They Took a Vote and Said No
One, two, three
There was a kid,
He wants a ride
They took his ears,
They took his eyes
They said a ride
Is never free,
He couldn’t hear
He couldn’t see.
Well there are things
That have to die
So other things
Can stay alive
The fire burns,
It burns to give,
It has to burn, alive,
To live.
The other men spoke low;
They took a vote and said no.
They turned around real slow
Where did they go? Where did they go?
Is the question of the question
If the fire doesn’t die can the kid keep his eyes
Say NO!!!
Say, “You don’t know what king we serve, boy.
You don’t know what things we employ.”
The other men spoke low;
They took a vote and said no.
They turned around real slow
Where did they go? Where did they go?
Is the question of the question
Can the kid keep his eyes?
If the fire doesn’t die
Can the kid keep his eyes?
On the question of the question
Can the kid keep his eyes?
If the fire doesn’t die
I said be CAREFUL
Of what you wish for
Oh be CAREFUL
Of what you wish for
And be CAREFUL
Around the fire-light
And be CAREFUL
Around the bright, bright, light
But the fire never died
So the kid lost his eyes
Oh, that’s how it goes, Baby
That’s how it goes, Baby
That’s how it goes, Baby
That’s how it goes.

Snake’s Got A Leg
Snake’s got a leg
It’s one only she can see
And she’ll get, she’ll get so many legs
That she’ll run away so we’ll never ever see.
I got a jacket
A coat full of contraband
And I got, I got so many high heels to sell
And I got so many hands to hand ‘em over with
And we’ll eat like kings, oh
So Ooh, ooh, ooh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh
Said Ooh, ooh, ooh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh
I don’t wanna go
Into the hills today
Into the mountains
To feed the crows up in the hills
Up, up in the hills
It’s cold and brutal
They’re back at my skin with their beaks on my mound
They’re back at my bones with their beaks on my mound
They’re back at my ears with their nevereverending caw-ing
And cawing, and cawing, and caw-caw-cawing
They’ll eat like kings, oh
Snake’s in the grass
Throw the snake in the oven ’cause
I’m in the oven
And sing, “How can you live up so
High in the mountain?”
“It’s cool in the shade of the woodshed,” babies say,
“Can I stay awhile?”
She said no, “How dare you live up so
High in the mountains?”
Snake’s in the grass
Throw the snake in the oven ’cause
I’m in the oven
And sing, “How can they live up so
High in the mountain?”
“It’s cool in the shade of the woodshed,” babies say,
“Can I stay awhile?”
She said no, “How dare you live up so
High in the mountains?”
“Got chased by a hundred snakes this morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night.
Sing, how can you live up so

Stadiums And Shrines II
Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the night?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dark light
There’s a kid in there
And he’s big, and dumb,
And he’s… kinda scared
Well, he’s too old to be there
And he’s just looking for a light.
I’ll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
If you see something to cheer about
Then I’ll tell you that it’s mine.
You see something to reach about
I’ll tell you that it’s mine
I’m sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I’m sorry anybody dies at all these days
Oh I see the night
With my own two eyes.