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CAVALO BLUES 3"CDR (Scarcelight,us) 
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FROM SEASON TO SEASON
what can eat the shadow between 
here and there above and beyond
the dogs of war are sleeping in my bed
the demons and lies grow patient in rose beds
they are teaching little girls 
that satans cotton fingers keep her clean
a matchless glory for the little boys 
who sleep with their fathers dreams
we wander through a place that isnt ours
we wander through a place from season to season

I FEEL THE EVIL OF THE WORLD
sleeping ghosts awake speak
in rare and muted gray
endless, timeless, eyes
painted shut with fear
i feel the evil of the world
the static you hear
is the sound of your own heart
dusted beams and rusted dreams
praying hands pulled apart
i feel the evil of the world
i feel the evil of the world

PENGUIN BLUES
why pick the slowest fruit
from the orchards open hand
a blueprint of unrealized dreams
and this moment is not what it seems
i feel like the moment after the rain
before the sun shines
i feel like the moment when penguins learn
the truth that they cant fly

SHADOW BOXING BLUES
i hung myself with a dog leash
shadow boxed till my knuckles bleed
drown myself till i could breath
closed my eyes so i could see
burned my hands to stay awake
a hammer as aspirin to stop the ache
my model cities tumble down
and in the rubble nothing is found
caught up looking out
i should be looking in
hit with the fist of doubt
i give up but not giving in

BELOVED CORPSE
why drag around your beloved corpse of memory
just so your orbit maintains consistency
the truth today is that tomorrow everything may come to an end
draw a line up till now and see the edges blend, see the edges blend
why try to live by someone elses words
why try to live in someone elses world
the corpse of what yr taught, is that corpse all youve got ?

SPIDERLEG 
i was born in a city, streets paved with broken hearts
that city crumbling, even time forgot
everyone is walking dead, saints are sinners with spiderlegs
six shot, light a spark, a landslide of stars
line up at the cathedral, pay a ransom for yr soul
and the devil is smiling, he doesnt have to steal what he owns
all yr empty words, dead institutions and creeds
keeps you quiet like a graveyard, keeps you on a bended knee
saints are sinners with spiderlegs, inside they look the same
eight legs running in circles, in the city of disarray

LEMON BLUES (dedicated to Blind Lemon Jefferson)
deacon LJ Bates or elder JC Brown
wandered through the cold and white chicago snow
boyhood memories of burning texas ground
floated through his mind as the lemon lay and froze

RISE AGAIN
with furrowed fists, a clenched brow
and a night like this
there is only one thing possible
i will rise again
damn yr confusions, damn yr illusions
i will rise again with furrowed fists 
and a clenched brow
and many more nights to come
there is only one thing possible to me
i will rise again, i will rise again
i will rise again, i will rise again


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all words by chris jeely
copyright an lumen sit corpus, nec non?
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