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by Rachel Wolf

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1.
Dirty Feet 05:04
Vav does the can-can whenever he feels under siege, All hairy knees and splaying hands To keep himself at ease 6 patches, 5 pins, 2 dollars, 8 pills in his jeans, He warms to the sales clerks, but bank tellers Tend to make him mean. Silly scarred earthquake of a man, He's my friend so let him be. With no dirt on your feet, can you know where you have tread? With no red in your cheeks, you might as well be dead. Teylor will kick out your teeth if you give her a reason. Blue haired and read-eyed, the whiskey Won't sting like her tongue. Banged-up by livin' she's lovely as trainwrecks can be. She drags 'round her ghosts and she snaps them Like dry kindling. Smooth-talkin' frenzy of a girl, She knows herself at least. With no beer on your sleeve, do you know you've left your bed? With no blood in your teeth, do you know if you've been fed? You with the fishscale dress and the soft hands Float on the edge of the world of scratched knees. Don't you know broken bones rattle in those souls Stubbing their toes on the road of the free? Ragged and free. With no dirt on your feet, can you know where you have tread? With no blood in your teeth, you might as well be dead. So booze, bruise, fight and be free And you'll know that you have lived. So feel the weight of all things hard and push it back again and be free, And you'll know that you have lived.
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She's sour-eyed at down and newspaper gray, Recedes a bit every day, Where you can't say. You can't live alone with a flinty old stone, no spark in her bones. She's caught in the clay Of shortening days. And you know that you love her, but every kind word you say, It just ricochets Off her steely gaze. All soft things freeze in the winter's maw. Can't hide your tracks when they're carved in snow. Press all her parts 'til her heartbeat hums And wait 'til the thaw comes. Hunched like a vine 'round her handlebars, she rides On beneath murmuring skies Sleet in her eyes. She is meaner in this bullying wind with tires that spin Like throwing stars Through the wheezy old cars. And that chain keeps on whirring, that rattler it bears her away 'Til her silhouette fades Lost in the haze. All soft things freeze in the winter's maw. Can't hide your tracks when they're carved in snow. Press all her parts 'til her heartbeat hums And wait 'til the thaw comes. Well she's got everything she could want, but she's lonely. You can't wrap your head 'round the hurt she's invoking. And you just wanna take her pretty face And shove it in the splendor of this place But you're not the kind of man who acts that way. Well she's got everything she could want, but she's moping. You can't wrap your head 'round the hurt she's invoking. And you just wanna take her pretty face And shove it in the splendor of this place But you're not the kind of man who falls from grace. 'Til the thaw comes.
3.
It was a dark day when the messenger came I could sense the shape of it like figures in the rain Any augur knows there's no romance in this An omen in my belly, a prophecy in piss You who are not you, bead of providence, Snag the fabric of my waking hours like denim on a fence My voice drops I growl, howl, make animal sounds, stutter curse, until my tantrums cease And I beg you simply to go in peace I sent you down the river May the tawny birds and speckled moths reprieve you I sent you down the river May the marshes on the other side receive you Silver footprints, the phantom leaves for me; They ache and they shiver for those who care to see And the marks bloom like India ink Limned by a passing, a light on the brink Of shining, Your path, my path, divinely dividing Walk on through the half-light, wiillows hangin low I'll be glad to know you when that path becomes my own I sent you down the river May the tawny birds and speckled moths reprieve you I sent you down the river May the marshes on the other side receive you I have learned the shades of grief In my body to the bone I have swallowed them raw and whole And now they are my own Cry Quiver Shake And be still.
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Oh the last time that I saw my lover alive WAs a pallid sunny day in fall Into my hand he slipped his mother's wedding band All set with a turquoise skull. All acid in our kiss, and whiskey on our lips, We pinwheeled off into the growing dark. We rang the brassy bell on the old glass carousel And married in the Brooklyn Bridge park. I was sixteen when I first saw that man Strong as a tree, with red chucks and Ray-Bans. I climbed up on him, broke my dear old daddy, Wrapped my legs around him , rode him to the city. To the city with my big man. Oh I loved him, I was so young then. Still I loved him. I am older now. I once loved him, but I've learned a thing or two. Oh my lover laid his head upon our wedding bed. He snored so loud it shook the empty room. The floorboards heaved a sigh and the lone bulb cast its light Upon the perfumed token of our doom. Tucked beside his heel, like a dagger, cold as steel: Oily words upon a rosy page, Fifteen filthy lines from my sister Caroline, Twice my size but only half his age. "My lover," said she, "I miss you terribly, I hope that wedding fools my sister good. Still her wild heart, then forsake that silly tart, And come to me just like you said you would." I clawed the air for the bedside table, Lights flickered low as a votive candle, Groped in the drawer for the ivory handle Of my mama's pistol with the 8-inch barrel. 8-inch barrel at my big man. Oh I loved him, I was so young then. Still I loved him, I am older now. Once I loved him, but he'll learn a thing or two. My lover, he died, with that gun between his eyes I pulled the trigger, didn't shed a tear. I fled the sordid scene as the sirens filled the eve, But as I left I whispered in his ear: I love you I love you I'd have loved you I'd have loved you I'd have been your lovin' wife, right 'til the day you died But cross me and you'll cross the river Styx. I'm young and I'm sweet and I'm ripe as a peach, But bite too hard you'll get the bitter pit.
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Blue Tinsel 05:03

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Kam and I recorded this one night at his home recording studio. It's got some mistakes, and some of my unique crazy-person voices, but I hope you like it!

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released March 3, 2012

Thanks to Mr. Kameron Biehl for recording this thaaang.

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Rachel Wolf New York

Hello, and welcome to my lair. The story of my life is long and confusing, much like my digestive tract, and my animal-name. I won't bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I am a prowling, howling, Brooklyn beast. The full moon makes me want to sing with reckless abandon and eat arepas. This wolf is looking for shows and new friends. Howl at the desolate sky if you can provide either! ... more

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