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Artist: cp howes
Key Signature: A minor
Time Signature: 2/4
Artist's Description
This is a spoken word elegy background vocals.

Genre(s): Alternative and Punk, Soundtrack, Experimental
Mood(s): Eerie, Sad, Soft
Style(s): Death, Seventies (1970s), Story
Tempo: Slow
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Bass-Electric,Chimes,Drum Kit,Vocals-Backing Vocals,Vocals-spoken
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals,Spoken Words
File Type: MP3
MizmoonCover Version:$22.75
Standard License:$60.00
Extended License:$175.00

One half step past
the last dog bark of night
the sky breeds suicide jacks
eight hands high
and raving with madness
just out of the Tombs
eager to grease the gears of revolution
ready to leave us lonely
as beggars at bus stops
flat out
flat feet
flat in the streets of amerika
learning by failure that you cannot blow
against the fire of obscurity
without having your teeth extracted
from the ashes
without blinking your eyes and finding
lost with Christ
on the Sinai
taking comfort in Magdalene’s
wooden breast
loving her the way
an Arab in the desert loves rain
dancing in his face

By your dim lights
I’ve watched smogs of anger
Rollover me like smoke
From a gun barrel
But I cannot shake the feeling
That the F.B.I.
And the C.I.A.
And the S.L.A.
Are the same old
Same old
Same crumbly cookies cut
From the same mold

Take a walk in the dark alley
Of anyone’s mind
And you will find
Pale faces staring from behind
Dingy curtain lace…scribbling your elegy in dust

I’ve watched you
Go blank before my eyes
Like the projected image
Of burning celluloid
And that has taught me
To hold fast
Anchored to my dreams
Of watching my hands
Go old growing roses in circles,
Of trying to sprout the cotyledons of justice
In tundra
Of working peacefully
And through this thaw less system
For the election of Ionesco as God

Mizmoon, Mizmoon, oh Mizmoon



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