I was listening to the radio.
They said the score was close
between the sinful and the righteous
in the full-court game of basketball
to decide the fate of the world.
The stakes were incalculable.
The referee was bribed,
the fouls were flying left and right.
The sinful body-checked the righteous,
and the righteous turned the other cheek and sighed,
"Just let me make this one free throw."
I was talking to a Cherokee.
He said, "Just tens please.
Because that bastard Jackson took me
and my family from Northern Georgia
on a Trail of Tears
into the arid depths of Oklahoma.
There were no amenities,
no remedies for the diseases
transferred via blankets that were
meant to signify a lasting peace.
They left us there, said, 'We gotta go.
But here's some whisky and a casino.'"
I was talking to a little girl.
She said the end was close.
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude