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Beneath the Emerald Star

by murderhorse

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1.
devil in the details sickle to the lambs knocking with the knots of your calcified hands elbows in the grave site buried in the wood beady little eyes in an oversized hood
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I saw a malaise upon the people of the emerald star they just don't cry anymore all wicked informed smiles anymore no green or grain upon their fields just linen twelve miles wide anymore a grave matter of sink or swim they are plotting a war I don't think we can win like rats behind these walls all hording above and around and again all hording beneath and beyond and again the salmonflies dying to know Iron oxide sod upon this altar the windows crossed a storm to come a pint of lambs blood to paint this door with wrought iron dogs & denim gowns they will bury our cities and swallow this town/they are plowing the rapture along slight of hand round up the fathers tearing child from house & home as this renegade revival beats like Satan's metronome shame and shadow in the mirrors sound from faces not our own wheels & rust & water towers blight & blotted sun hogs hallowed ground
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now they've tossed every attic and combed every field & stream and now they're dragging the lake and they're calling the whole thing off if they cant find him by the end of the day now they've hired an army of P.R. thugs to keep the widows lawyers at bay and she's begging for one last look before they haul another body away now they've hauled in a rabble of pushers, pimps, colluding with the devil below and they're throwing the press all the useless scrap and bone of what they already know now they stare at a mess of photos, names, and dates of what they already know and they're squeezing the cons and the traffic cops colluding with the devil below they'll never give him up stepping on their heels and dropping eaves upon their every thing close enough to know that they are capable of anything now he's checking the hints from the adventists not present when the body was found and he's thumbing the ash in the tire tracks at the chapel that burned to the ground now he's suffering the rants of the suplicants while the agents await their demands and he's dusting for phantoms and finger prints and impressions of alien hands now he's grilling the pundits and publicists on the girls that he had on the side and they're counting the rations of hot house faith the rosaries and delicate lies now he's bribing the mimes and the malcontents for the clamour that they're trying to hide and they're begging the adders and alchemists on clues on when he's coming to life they'll never give him up and the spies and the operatives are rushing about and they cant articulate what all the fuss is about and the cops are busy with the mess of flushing them out and I tire and I'm tired of all this fusing about and they thank her very candidly for bringing him in and he's back there in the drunk tank sleeping it off and it's not enough to hold him on they're letting him go and she's finally ha enough and now she's walking again and the press has caught a tip and now they're phoning it in and he's back out on the case and now he's stalking again now he's tearing through the catalogs, hiding in the alleyways interview the drag queens hooking on the west side staring at the chalkboard taking it in and he's greasing all the hands within the highway patrol "we should take another look at..." is occurring again and the mash and these amphetamines are taking a toll they've instructed all the minutemen to fire at will does it matter who the agency is trying to kill now he's hiding in the catacombs, tearing down the waterways interview the meth heads cooking on the north side burning at the spoon and now he's using again and he's caught another lead and now they're talking again and it seems all of the pieces are beginning to fall he's got everything he needs and they've said nothing at all now he's totaling cars and he's filing reports and the board is debriefed and we'll keep you informed we'll discuss it again at the end of the year when it's drowning in statistics, buried in a pie chart
4.
milling fibreboard bibles to chisel a new truth an evangelists litany in mind (oh the dust when the man came 'round/we'll have answers to rehearse should the fervor settle down) sane and sinner as scapegoat to trample under hoof sailors trysts & polygamy in mind it's the same sawtooth sermon of coveted wealth, coveted goods covet the parishioners wives and they're poisoning the sheets, swiping paychecks from the till they've been powdering the bed sores and sizing up the wills it's testament is weak so constrict it at the roots leverage the weight of a throng to kick it up and breathe it in it's stature is meek fit to shatter at the tooth he shall braid a guilded noose to string it up and live again iron pyrite and amethyst hidden in the tooth an evangelists tyranny in mind courting desperate youth fit for service in the field the recidivists progeny in mind it's the same jackboot sermon of coveted land, coveted wells covet the solicitors wiles and they're burning all the books, pulling medals off the shelf it's been weeks since you could recognize a picture of yourself
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stand like Bolshevik bread lines 250 kelvin police state communion rustled out of their lair burlap couches bedbugs boxcars brown skies swill from chardonnay space bags bourbon breakfasts cigarettes saccharin hugs they're waking up, corkscrew quilts, crack of dusk, sleepwalk, silent alarm we know you were there so name your source we have the note blood money and silver tongues back to the scene you can't prove it we won't name him hand written with a broken arm we won't spill it we cut them out hot wired with the door ajar he's heard it 1000 time before no one knows one iota of nothing chapped lipped DNA diet cola detox let their god sort them out it's a sacrament of holding cells, swiped shoelaces, mouths wide shut now they're heading in, crack of dawn, trazadone, triumph of will keep your lips sealed, eyes desperately closed we'll keep testing the hairs, keep consulting the bones with your stomach in knots, holding hostage your veins the ol' "any old truth" will be all that remains/we'll take any old truth.
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every thing, everyone, every ever in the world in a pyramid scheme a pandemic of the one drink the alpha, the omega never never undone breathe the ether of forever of the everything to come every hand in the plate, every patron in the womb every deacon at the altar epidemic of the one of the water and the wine of the body and the blood from the end of the beginning from the lever to the lung cry black the well is bleeding god forbid our stately home should be laid to waste this summer pouring concrete for the slums fear the oil-man, the surveyor golden shovel, deed, and gun set the town aflame in rhythm pouring concrete for the slums/it's alright; a mile to every man every thing, everyone, every ever in the world every hand in the safe every matron in the tomb every elbow in the grave site buried in the wood every beady little eye in an oversized hood and they never fall asleep so they're never getting up and they're gluing back the shards of the porcelain cups and they're sewing at the sleeves, straight-jackets into one at the advent of forever, the beginning of begun
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HORRIBLE JIBBERISH
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the Vatican telegraphs the saviors agoraphobes with serpent-tongued homilies on what he abhors the junk mail stacked from the floor to the ceiling never entertain the devil with your back to the door spitting plutocrat parables at debutante balls filling inchworm splinters into plagiarists lungs the amoral majority is smelling a rat better exit through the cellar while you still have your thumbs draw a jet black canopy to shade this tight rope keep your first born off the electorates side a red tide cacophony begins at sundown the threat will pass if you can keep from moving your eyes lying with your faith lips down on the pavement bleeding at the knee head split wide open running from the god-child trying to save you tearing out your nails when there's no one around all crumpled waxed paper on your liturgy battlefield Awake and Watchtower on linoleum floors leave the hard translation to the wisdom of autocrats their harlots jewelry on the company card and we're paid to forgive strong-armed to forget payday loans and pawn shops funding war chest alms though the magistrate promised you a recall election hold your tongue; don't hold your breath, it's just not in the cards behind a wrought iron curtain they're enforcing curfew citing hate-speak hymnals read between the lines it only took one signature to cut this tightrope dodge the telepaths if you can keep from moving your eyes
11.
at dawn the ocean began to mutter: "the air is getting thick out here," and that was the way of it the sun greeted a cavalry of five and dime scoundrels and snake-oil supermen stark-naked skeletons without a penny to their name save the trillions stuffed in the cannibal coffers at the rear of humanity rust red raindrops fall as foul flakes on dry tongues the plains states, bone littered like toothpicks in greezer-bar dustpans hosting the suspect alchemy of lard into gold a lock-step yes-man authority a parliament of misanthropes, philanthropes, lycanthropes, the aforementioned alchemist divining rod arborists cue tumbleweed, exit stage left enter stage right: the mortal the liar the demon the clod the fiend the friar the end begin skin like leather drunk of breath the clairvoyant at the wheel a sun behind the silhouette the christening begins the glory of his ministry pink upon the wind it took all of the handlers to debrief the child again both crones and seven in the procession of the nine she shudders at the judgment of a coven of her peers she remembers, heavy heart, the first time she tasted snow and mourns her explanation of it's absence to the young you've donned a face that won't wash off mirror, mire water still a scowl returned blood on your hands it won't wash off mortal, liar demon, clod fiend & friar
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[({see track one})]
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when an alabaster sun sets beneath an emerald sky and the bison turn to make their final run when the devils nations rise leave 'em by.... we will be, you and I, good and gone when we hear he masters scar littered black upon the sky and we live to see his rotten kingdom come when the devils minions cry: hang 'em high, hang em' high we will be, you and I good & gone
14.
this means war tax and toll tide and tallow in the undertow hem and harlot cowl & coal folding canyons unto heights untold this means war soot for soil silt & sorrow swallowed whole hound & hallow heil behold he will show you what a god is for this means war stones to boil horde and talon fiend &fowl dead for miles time undine folding mountains into caves untold this means war blood to boil souls for sale plucked from door to door blade and barrow bane begin nigh and narrow hope to rare to live blade and throne rule of law trial and tremor since his time began bought and buried heil behold shame and shadow will be ours to own lathe of time hours, years age and eon naught but smoke & flame skies to tear wind & realm god & devil laughing at the helm
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(this compass is a box of nails...........North is South,...East is West....., up...down,...,..we've learned a sparkling new shame in sled dog pelts.....,,this vile green glow grows at our backs.....soon I fear it will swallow the sky.......no direction now but the other way.....) faith fan flames virulent, vile red, rose, red, spattered in snow limb, life, limb, ever we crawl trodden beneath the emerald star
16.
we will fall straight through endless ice and this nightmare undone bury your eyes

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released April 14, 1945

Special thanks to guests: James Paradowski, Matt Norfolk, Laurie Jean Viduski, Ashley Sprangers, Laura Gater, Hannah Fisher, and Carey Kammel.

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