Inpropagation
(J. Napolitano)
Been on the bus
Since a quarter to one
I'm baking like a chicken on the bus in the setting sun
Home, home, home
Under the window
Is that a shot or a car?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
The city smoke
And city choke
And crackin' open
I hear the city screaming
I hear the city screaming
Twenty-four hours
All night, all day
The city hums and boils and cracks and bleeds away
Stir them around
Stick them over a fire
No wonder everybody's strung up tighter than a God-damn piano wire
The city smoke
And city choke<
Been on the bus
Since a quarter to one
I'm baking like a chicken on the bus in the setting sun
Home, home, home
Under the window
Is that a shot or a car?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
The city smoke
And city choke
And crackin' open
I hear the city screaming
I hear the city screaming
Twenty-four hours
All night, all day
The city hums and boils and cracks and bleeds away
Stir them around
Stick them over a fire
No wonder everybody's strung up tighter than a God-damn piano wire
The city smoke
And city choke<
Pit Viper
[ lyrics: Natalie Merchant/music: Steve Gustafson ]
in the cruel garrison of affection
if worth of lore is true
you know the face of a temptress
pit viper
a witch or enchantress
pit viper
with the malign venom of conceit
she tries
civil men
conceal fear
misgivings
when night entreats them
a greater chill sustains
stains her
darkness
shall not inhibit death blow
know this skin does not restrict her
tear and shed the coil
fall of garland leaves
below the soil