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deep cut tunes about my love and loss and not electing, or allowing myself to take up the position of music head at my church, now i'll never play that organ enough, but at least i saw a new digital electric one with lilting black frames to amuse my soul

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The key is descending flights
Pedals coursing elongated obliqueness...
These steps to Parnassus
really Fux me up/
But deferring to dialogue
maybe directness
will turn those black frames...
for a glance/
A cardinal indoors
why shield their red with white
and in the back they sit
singing to be heard/
Was it those black strands?
Well no, not in color at first
but now i digress from the direct
...only in my worry nobody's there//
Tickle me ivory
to the tune of a pale goth in black
my stops will remain stuck
without those adept hands
and in those right hands
pedal me harder
but please sustain
so infrequently I'm seen and touched
that when I remember you
I become for higher//
Have you heard me screaming inside?
My wind wails through prosthetic pipes
and i only wish to protect my right
to be trampled and played by you/
Torture? yes actually indeed...
being pressed and letting ring out
speaking truths to you
but mostly to your deaf ears/
siz hours moving my keys by microns
only looking to taste that touch
but when i reached the hands
the hands would have none such/
Hey! Black hat!
Hey yeah you there
with an easy to love and die to air
will you let me be your... familiar black cat?/
The sky is the limit
and that is why the limit let up
let up! I said let up!
You'll over blow my bellows//
Tickle me ivory
to the tune of a pale goth in black
my stops will remain stuck
without those adept hands
and in those right hands
pedal me harder
but please sustain
so infrequently I'm seen and touched
that when I remember you
I become for higher//
*****Not in recording but part of original poem*****
Take shoes off
and stay a while
butcher beats on my body
I live a thousand lives in each depression/
Of keys that is...
but of depression
that too I know
alone forever in this cathedral loft/
Do you know how to whisper
and make a rose gold promise?
Because my rose goal is you
On this old rosewood bench/
Ever have the sense songs talk
but suddenly talk to you?
Well you know i'm talking to you!
Who else!?

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from Cracking Skulls on Golgotha, released April 17, 2017

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