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lirik lagu uncles - turkey water

[verse 1]
in the beginning, the lord was on 684
he filled the wilderness with danbury
and slept like a king amongst the sweet clumps of connecticut pine
we wandered out in the blistering desert
found him in the cold northeast
we filled our lives up with ‘em like dust filled up the coal mine

[verse 2]
and bobbie shut down the dairy queen
moppin’ to patsy kline
said, “this life’s for getting ready to stay dead a long time”
i played her a record from the 1980’s christian punk with a halting cadеnce
she told me shе hated working at gristede’s
oily black ponytails on businessmen
she aired her nails and stepped inside the past
whenever i would pass
and asked to bless what i lacked in her lap
at the pizza hut ordering
fingering her cornbread
she sticked her sandy feet out of the passenger seat van windows

[chorus]
quarter water that i bought her plantain chips down at the corner
turkey, cheese, and grey dijon
how’s that song you’re working on?
mustached men sit sprawled across
the frayed wheelchairs on handball courts
and spilled the malt liquor upon the ground for those that ain’t around
i listened to a song
where god gave back the sight of a blind sinner with a gorgeous voice
and bobbie cracked a smile
in the boiler room turned up the dial
[post~chorus]
said, “bury me in fertile seas where the water’s skin seeps from the trees hardens into scars, like faces at the bars.”
moving up into the grease lights
in the corner stool near the heat pipe

[instrument break]

[bridge]
when i was a boy, my daddy used to come home from work
he used to flip open a cocacola bottle
drink 3/5 of it, and fill the rest with old crow
he used to trace the curve of my mother’s cheek with a tire iron
and he used to beat me with a fat black leather belt
that he kept on a hook next to the dry erase board in the kitchen
sometimes i knew why, sometimes i didn’t
when i didn’t, i’d ask him through the shrieks
“daddy, why are you hitting me?”
he said, “you know why, kid.”
and i guess i had some kind of hold over him
he feared his warm blood running in my little vein
just like i suspect, the lord’s afraid of all of his children

[chorus]
quarter water that i bought her plantain chips down at the corner
turkey, cheese, and grey dijon
how’s that song you’re working on?
mustached men sit sprawled across
the frayed wheelchairs on handball courts
and spilled the malt liquor upon the ground for those that ain’t around
i listened to a song
where god gave back the sight of a blind sinner
with a gorgeous voice
bobbie cracked a smile
in the boiler room turned up the dial
[post~chorus]
said, “bury me in fertile seas where the water’s skin seeps from the trees hardens into scars, like faces at the bars.”
moving up into the grease lights
in the corner stool near the heat pipe

- lirik lagu uncles

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