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Jimmy Biggs - Must
And what drops down from the canopy
But canopic jam jars, jarring in me
The same ‘me’ that rocks like the fox through your dreams
Then atop everything loses balance from beams
And slops so serenely from this canopy.
This cupboard was used to store what you feel
Take rakes, suppose hoes to be a barium meal
The same ‘meal’ that makes blokes whimper and choke
When they take off the blind only to find
It was all just a joke.
I tried to possess every heart that sank
They weren’t impressed by what was dank
I need the damp
It’s my vice; my clamp
Must is – a must
It’s easier to think of these people as Gods
As opposed to rows of those they’ve probably wronged
They rest on a pedestal,
Suggest they don’t breathe at all
But conspire to respire
From their spires, far higher
Than you or I, sire
Can try to aspire to.
In a specific bid to avoid some flack, he
Mythically hid in a sack of fleas,
Slipping amid the Japanese
Slipping amid the Japanese
I tried to possess every heart that sank
They weren’t impressed by what was dank
I need the damp
It’s my vice; my clamp
Must is – a must
Must is a tonic that my mind has been mulling
It’s fast – supersonic – and trying with dulling
The last solitary line of a colour
A task on its pride it’ll try to honour
I vibrate with fear
That it takes me here
And makes me doubt the ins, the outs.
If clever is better – the barium meal
Then which phantom decides
Whether apparent is real?
If one of them slips into bed right beside me
Doesn’t even try to pretend that he’s hiding
Silently laughs into both ears while I’m crying
Makes me weep and pray to a God I’m surprised I’m confiding in -
Then it damn well better come to me in a form
That I can dress up and tell it to warm up a room
I tried to possess every heart that sank
They weren’t impressed by what was dank
I need the damp
It’s my vice; my clamp
Must is – a must
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Jimmy Biggs - Crust
This crisis is bliss for three
Mister, missuses, sisters, three
Listen to their whistling, three
Kiss the thistles through the trees
I always kept the pie on the sill
Left it to pester like the fly on the bill
Of the waxwing that trills,
Tempted by the night until
A crust was earned
And trust was learned
To be one of those things
Like a scab over a bite
Or a cab in the night
To come regardless of whether it’s yearned
You wait politely for that sovereign decree
To come uninvited straight through the trees,
Enlighten you nightly of your mind’s poverty
All the while guiding you, and so softly.
Crust is the pall
Of a shawl on a cloud
Makes me doubt the ins, the outs
A shroud that we’re proud of
And after all,
Turns things around when we feel like a fool.
Been drilling down now for so long
Haven’t got the hot sweet stuff inside
I’m just scratching the crust
It’s diamond hard, ma.
All of my tools are twisted and rusted
My fingers will be
The next thing to go
My fingers will be
The next thing to go
A crust was earned
And trust was learned
To be one of those things
Like a scab over a bite
Or a cab in the night
To come regardless of whether it’s yearned
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(instrumental)
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Rust
06:20
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Jimmy Biggs - Rust
Here’s my shoddy shot to please the deranged,
To muddy the pot and tease the tame –
Past plods a dog with fleas and mange
Moss on the log. The seasons change.
It’s currently Summer –
The boys stir
Whilst the engine is humming
In the noisy car
Sun stabs through the window
On drool and moisture
A spit pool of minnow,
Limpets and oysters
I capture your mackerel,
Splash one into my satchel
We wandered a mile to watch the deluge
On hills and earth piles to catch the muse,
Then floundered in file, like cats in twos –
Surrounded the child. And that is abuse.
I capture your mackerel,
Splash one into my satchel
There’s no need for weed killer
Clothe the kids; feed the miller
Rust
With children gone, his eyes are weathered
They’ve moved on; the ties are severed
Rust
Rust is the grass that learns of the horse,
It’s a kick to the arse by turns of force.
The fear it won’t last curls into your pores
And replaces your masts with surfaces coarse
Rust is the witch with the matted hair
Who cusses and quips – “there’s cats in there…”
Then bustles and trips you whilst her cattle stare
Cud-chewing, adrift as to how that’ll fare.
I capture your mackerel,
Splash one into my satchel
Under layers of hay
In the barn I pray
Appeal strongly for a surge of me
Some good to deter me from purgatory
Strength to avoid; strength to evade
To send and hoist me from this decay.
In a sense, rust is the oil slick –
Rodents scrambling in boiling sick
Innocence hammered into soil, thick
Outmoded, damaged, a loyal dick.
I capture your mackerel,
Splash one into my satchel
There’s no need for weed killer
Clothe the kids; feed the miller
Rust
With children gone, his eyes are weathered
They’ve moved on; the ties are severed
Rust
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Dust
03:41
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Jimmy Biggs - Dust
I’d say a few words at your funeral
I’d be tasteful
I wouldn’t tell them about that.
I’d say a few words at your funeral
I’d be tasteful
I wouldn’t tell them about that.
All of this was so tough to endure
Just be dust forever more
Cover me up, my shameful tracks
I’ll be tasteful
Take my spine and break my back
I wrecked her. My lust finally ripped her.
It says to expect dust in this scripture.
All of this was so tough to endure
Just be dust forever more
I’ll wait for this to settle
Coughing and sneezing
Not wishing to infect all
Of the charming people
Who came here today
To consider you, for a morning
Dusting off pews
No, that wasn’t true
Dusting off pews
No, that wasn’t true
All of this was so tough to endure
Just be dust forever more
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Knell #2
01:39
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