Holding Down the Laughter - Daytrotter Session

A styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand
 Disembodied voice of God in a trash can
 Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future
 Sleeping through the stakeout, researching the rumor
 Mile, motor, a mattress, a memory
 First, you were embarassed
 Shit, how could you not be?
 Tangled and teenage, mom at the movies
 Voice ran out of words
 It was awkward and holy
 The gospel in your belly, the ache a little lower
 "Back into the breach," you spoke as its owner
 Syndicated sermon sang from the rafters
 Anchors in your pockets, holding down the laughter
 Speeding through your mind, your lust and your ego
 A slingshot reminder to speed your libido
 The parish goes to jelly, blissful and wasted
 Your Vishnu eye slips open, pictures them naked, oh
 
 In complicating your worst mixed message
 You built and burnt a bridge
 And scattered all the crumbs at the cliff
 If she wants me, she'll swim for it
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 Brother, can you spare your alms or your arrows?
 Thunderclaps are rising, I think that I should go home
 To the basement back on Jumel Street
 1996 and you're waiting there to tell me
 "I didn't die, you dreamt it, you dreamt it"
 "I'm as alive as your best good intentions"
 "I'm sorry that I tricked you, you had to focus"
 "Put yourself together and clear out the garbage, oh"
 
 For all that effort, your slow-burn struggle
 You forgot where you lived
 She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now
 She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now
 She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now
 Remember it
 The clues from the cliff, you're lost now
 Remember it