Classmate

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lyrics

i look at classmate - she smiles, and pull out a knife
she ticker-bomb in recess-field
we corner kiss, our lips in the light
she cartwheel and dandelion
i blow air guitar, pepped up for a fight
she tongue-twist down open throat
we get shock from carpet, our bellies stone-white
pressed against each other, solid
and each minute you look into my eyes and eat my fluids, we become hallowed
my baby, my baby, my baby lie back - she gets satisfied

my baby’s so bad -
she say she go to college
in a little while you see me, and in a little while, you don’t
shirt on my floor: my favorite shirt is callin’
i’m gonna wear it out in the open
on my ankles, on my knees; on my hips, and in my home -
on the balls of my feet
i get weighty, full of grief - you know exactly what i need,
and you give it to me, free
i get hunted, my step is fleet
i evade pursuers who’re trailin’ me
i go deep and sub-marine
in a trench, and in some steam - lithe and actual, lean and mean,
young-abominable, abyssine
and each minute you look into my eyes and eat my fluids, we become mellow
my baby, my baby, my baby lie back - she get satisfied
i step right up to wishing well, where my wish it goes to bottom
and if it floats, it’s bound to seem like somebody else’s vision

this cigarette’s plastic - it burn, and drip with a fright
it hit hot skin with beads of knowledge
my baby, my baby might
she might look just a bit unpolished
we blow air guitar in peloton blight
suffering from wind exposure
young and muscled, we, blown by the mood that we strike
we get idle looks from rolling shoulders
and each minute you look into my eyes and eat my fluids, we become special
my baby, my baby, my baby lie back - she get satisfied
i step right up to wishing well, where my wish it goes to bottom
and if it floats, it’s bound to seem like somebody else’s vision

credits

from Milky Mile, released August 19, 2013
thunder-drums - Matt McFarland

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From a Fountain is the name for all varieties of music by Douglas Kirby, from West Marin County, CA.

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