01.Heat on a Leash
Typewriters clack
With their meat cleaver keys
Stamping their feet in red letters
White ribbon scriptures
Hang cracks to the walls
And I cant catch a break of a word
Fragments hang backs to the rafters
Sheets pass their last owner’s
Best incantations
Up into my skin with precision
Preachers sling hooks from the plaster
The faster they preach
The faster I reach
For the speech, I relapse and retreat
I’m ready, I’m skillet,
I am heat on a leash
And I can’t catch a break of a word
I’m sweating out ink and I’m gasping
Grievances creek through the gutter
I reach for the speed
Of the speech and retreat
With each word a new son to another
02.Fracture So Easy
I’m only angry between
First cigarette and sleeping
Tell me you love me need me
State I’m in, do you really
Late night in California
Light rips across the sky
Even the stars adore ya
Fracture so easy
I’m only angry between
First cigarette and sleeping
03. Imperfect Love
Is this my skin
So weak and worn
Is this my grip
This prick and thorn
Take this my flesh
This blue white flesh
These blue white limbs
This blue white skin
That sweet embrace
That naked state
That naked eye
That sweetest trace
That blue white dawn
All weak and worn
This blue white skin
Blue white no more
Imperfect Love
04. How’s The View There?
We tried so hard to make it
We tried so hard to make it break
Dear God I know we don’t talk much
But aren’t you meant to work for us
Who sees who and how’s the view there?
Show me who’s been made in whose
I see you and what’s it to you?
Tell me who’s afraid of who
Your eyes are mine, your names are new
Your clothes your shoes, your milk teeth too
Your borrowed tongue, will come undone
It’s only same as always was
It’s only same as always was
05.Coda
Embarrassed to fall back on calling I called
For some kind of divine intervention
I’m sure what I called for
Was more than a cruel
Apparition;
A girl in a vision
She hangs like a canvas
She hangs in thin air
And this is the guide I got given
I crossed my chest like a child
When I last lost my loving for living
And this is the guide I got given

06.Last New Orleans Dawn of July
Mamma Fay waves off her green gypsy dress
Pulls the next cigarette to her humming bird lips
She works at the cards and the beads in her bag
Fingertips through her voodoo and prayers
Mamma Fay walk to the water
Lovers, hold on to your loves
Fathers, hold on to your daughters
Mother, hold on to the ones kept indoors
We walk to the water in history’s shoes
We move with a grace in a skin
Last New Orleans dawn of July and the sky
Bites its tongue on a charm and a chain
We bathe in the river, we grieve
Cool ink beneath black ribbon hair
Her green gypsy dress meets the morning
We breathe in the New Orleans air
Mamma Fay walks in the water
Lover, hold on to your love
Mother, hold on to your daughter
Father, keep hold on to the ones left indoors
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All words Will Wilkinson. Music Will Wilkinson, Stephen Tee, Anna Cotten, B.H Mistry, Achille Dunoyer de Segonzac & Phil Booth.
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