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Creepers Crawlies
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Creepers Crawlies
Hold the world together now (x4)
In my hands
The flora of the body
Dead body now
Leave tremulous
Holding the body
Like rats leaving the sinking ship
Beholding the cooling body
You have a whole world inside
And you've died
My lungs, your lung (x2)
Your blood, my blood and
Crawlies in the blood
Creepers on the skin
There leaving the sinking ship
The flora of a dead body
A whole world inside
Creepers on the skin
Crawlies in the gut
Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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Mother's Milk
02:41
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When do we live and when do we die
Mother's milk doesn't sustain it was a lie
Precognition a funny thing and years ago
And a dream with an eagle and a crow
Diverging paths and a grinning, grinning crow
What did it mean, I didn't
I was a child
I was a child
A man fell of his horse
In a cloud of dust
And I could think of was
Will I have to kill him
My Grandmother inviolable
He leaned in leering smile on his face
Saying I'm going to die
A dream when I was a child
Diverging lands in the sand
The smirking crow
And he knows
I know
I know
I know
Lyrics: Mother's Milk by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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Andrew Thomas Jacobs Portland, Oregon
Multi instrumentalist, vocalist, interdisciplinary artist and proud member of the Navajo Nation. I have abiding interest in surrealism and surrealistic expression. Stream of consciousness, automatic writing and oblique strategies. Play all the instruments if I can. Thank you and enjoy. ... more
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