EMPTY / EVERY MT

by OHIOAN

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released May 14, 2016

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Track Name: Like Survival
blind
like survival like
a mothers love
for an ugly child
i go
make my way
i go

weightless
no bearing
headed west from los angeles
i foam
i wave
i flow
unchained

there is beauty
in my hunger
i know
Track Name: Workmans Comp
fire on my wings
povertys weight
shortening my leash
wild suffering
shame kept carefully policed

tired of temporal loss
my time aint much
but its enough
the boss aint always right
but he's always the boss

(i'll work the dirt awhile
til i am the soils pile)

then trim my casket
with alabama chrome
and paint my shades
with rust-oleum
Track Name: Birth Control
first light
down from the mountain
switchback
aspen to pine
past cacti and stone
salt cedar
and stone
smoke, open pit
of the mine

gored earth
and old ore
upstream from the school
and the dull, looming
flap of old glory
over young on the training ground
broken foals in the corral
fenced in recess
lined up for the feeding
then the yard bell
and back to the breaking
Track Name: Whats Not Blood
yellow dirt
the harvest done
the insubordinate first-born son
newest blood drawn
on epic stone
and the ever-ache of the lung
young bones, brittle
bend to my whim
death, i am become
destroyer of worlds, all sons of bitches
now, let it be sung again

false smoke risen
lift from the past
take what was left alone
forgiveness known to the numbered one
i knew it, too
long ago
kindling pitch
give this fire
life with the scent of the pine
lit from blood again
blood hums the song again
let us keep this in mind

toys of the drone
kingdom come
unearthed into now non-land
the goat and the lamb
rancid milk of man
felled from the branch to the palm
last light dawns
on the kingdom, gone
is the wisdom
is the hand

let it be said
i stood against
i did what i thought i could
tho i hid my face
raised my voice too late
knowing only words
not language
not blood