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Shearling - Motherfucker I Am Both Amen And Hallelujah Lyrics

At long last my tender Appaloosa
Grant me finally the audience of your attention
I have woven sounds from an artist's head
And composed a poet's sentence
Gagged each!
My idea is to head
As wheat is bound to grain
Gagged each, no more eloquently gagged
Than smoke and steam are bound to shape
My thoughts are no less solid
Than the flesh that supposedly contains them
And horse has more say over reigns
Than the hope I have
Ever to explain them
And I've woven sounds from an artist's head
And composed a poet's sentence
But never have I revealed myself
Behind my master's fences
Adam you fool
Adam you imbecile
You didn't know
How could you have known?
How could you have known Adam?
That I have my own private telephone wire
Plugged directly into the heavens
Where they all tell me
Exactly
What the next note shall be

I-D-A-H-O
H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y
Next stop: Ketchum, ID
Are there not more romantic ways about achieving this?
How about winter kayaking
The south fork of the Payette?
We have, us three
Become well acquainted
A thief hangs on both sides of me now
Here I am stuck in the middle with you
Cue the spotted horse verdict
I'm going to bury you Adam
I'm going to climb up your leg
And pull down your gay little underwear
And I'm going to bury you fifty-thousand feet below the ground
Original sin this
Son of man that
God may discriminate but the soil does not Adam
Adam, upon reading the prior lines
I gagged and threw the page into a corner
Where it was discovered by the serpent
Who haphazardly sold it, sold it to the press
Now every slobbering resident of Eden
Knows of our little escapade
Adam and Steve Share a Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine

And I'm gazing affectionately down at the horse between my legs
The only split that proposes often but never once begs
Wagging tails while petting you upon the head
There's a treat in it for you if you can
Keep your mouth shut
There's a seat here for you, if you can
Keep your legs shut
A couple labradors whine muffled puppy whines
With their mouths shut closed
With their mouths shut closed
Labrador cough
Labrador cough
Labrador song
Spinning around the orbit of my mind
Max and Ruby, one yellow one black
If either one barks, the whole world is blown off its axis
And several thousand centuries pass by in seconds
They instead hum and whine what I assume once were sweet Labrador hymns
But only after I'd beaten the bark from them
Could I make out the words
Please let us sing

Labrador psalm ironically predicted a sturdy forty days of rain
To which Appaloosa, enchanted with the iron restraints of blame
In scarlet Lamb's blood, signed his holy name
And looked up smirking, locking with his father's eyes
Knowing fully well he could
With a simple click of his hooves
Part the gathering skies

There's been something I've been meaning to tell you
I often catch myself wondering
What exactly might cross a horse's mind?
And there was something
I've been meaning to ask you
About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie
And the sands that split
Your little heart in half
On the artificial shore
Of the big Payette
With an audience
Of only Sharlie dear
Or in other words
No one else was there

In exercising your gem state woes
You have proven yourself an unreliable mount
I heard gospel being spewed
From the winking bit of a winking license plate trout
And no one has any idea really what this
Any of these Baptists on about
Have you a throat by which to silence?
Succeeding in successfully running your mouth?

Well, hanging there between my thighs
With a Coeur d'Alene inspired grin
Like panty lines spied on the governor's wife
The fossils all take note of the position of my eyes
A serpent I've come to know indisputably as I
Directing me, allegedly, towards my jurisdiction
A fat ass glued to a quiet woman there
Directs the delicate sight that is indisputably my vision
And Adam spoke to Eve one day
Words blown through my surrogate throat
Eve, have you heard the song of blame?
Darling, I've memorized all its notes!
Oh, well, if such the expert are you now?
Would you kindly remind me how the melody goes?
And one enormous second
As in: All paradise
Could not contain your lifetimes worth
Of merciful goodbyes
May there be no further speculation
Of who has woven all creation
I've torn a page or two
Out of its book of calculations
Despite all of our certainty
Nothing is certainly known
And despite my current mounting you
We are hopelessly alone
That which funnels information
Blossoms now in code
All which governs character
Sits atop a spotted throne

There's been something I've been meaning to ask you
About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie
I see you too have star sapphires for eyes
The swine are quoted often regarding the oyster shells
Should we be so lucky to hear the jokes the pearls tell
Remind me to ignore you later
When you claim the jokes write themselves
And the blues on record suggest solution
Of the utmost equestrian variety
And the spots on our Appaloosa hide
Might be mistaken for constellations at night
By obligated stars and half-imagined lines
Splattered intentionally there against the night sky
And the illusion of this chord
Which ties my hands behind my back
Is not the arrangements of the words
But the description that I lack
And the illusion of decision
And the illusion of choice
I dare not pronounce a word
Lest I sacrifice my voice
And the illusion of my saddle
Like a bit of old testament
Is the throne on which my Appaloosa
And his compensated thieves now sit

Though I am sure by now
It has been made so evidently clear
No more will my bruised hands
Be stained wiping gently away at your tears
Is it best not to believe in anything?
And doubt at least suggests dimension
Whatever it may take
To crack that elusive smile of yours
Be it a sky full of stars
Or a handful of dust
Reciting songs between your coughs
Herds of bison thrust from cliffs
To be forgot in livestock troughs
But realized in holy scripts
And my little Idaho sealed in cotton
Passing for a man
His plow teaches dust to reason
And catalogues the ash
His panhandle tickling my prostate
Promising the land
His code influences my decision
In slaughtering my Lamb
He occupies the sight within my vision
And my imagined hands
My every motion, every ounce of gesture
Is imitating his
As well as all the great many eyesores
We are acquainted with
We are acquainted with

And my little Appaloosa stiffens
And blows a weary wind
His discussions stay intimately hidden
Between his spots and him
He knows there will be no reward
For shouldering this burden
He knows that with or without him
This world continues to spin
He knows the relevance of whether or not
I find his horseshoe prints
Embedded there upon the soil
We have been walking in
We have been walking in
We have been walking in
He needs not the witness of my eyes
To prove that he exists
And the people once you loved
Will turn their heads in shame
And for a second shiver
At the mention of your name

Adam said to Eve
Darling, I know
The ass will mount the maker
The cattle shall be stiffened
As for the horses, oh, the horses
Well, what's going to happen to the horses?
Eve replied to Adam
" Darling Dear
The ass will mount the maker
And the cattle shall be stiffened
As for the horses, oh, the horses?
A horse is Rorschach spilling
Projected blots upon the snow
Will that be enough now to do ya?
Then it shall be so
To quote our patron Appaloosa
Amen!
Halle-motherfucking-lujah!

Appaloosa I saw you in cave paintings
On late night television
In the filth of the gutter
And there upon the incision
Where I was forced out of my mother
I saw you at the Parthenon
In Saturn swallowing his son
I saw you at the fertile crescent
Where your identity was won
And I've seen your muscles flex
In all my past and future lives
I saw you draft Uriah out
To plant your cock there in his wife
Attending every decimal place
Between zero up to one
And I saw your silhouette projected
Eclipsing totally the Sun
And I've tracked prints of your horseshoes
Between every flake of snow
But one place I could never find you
Was in our gem state Idaho
And the exploitation of the horses
And the exploitation of the narrative
And the exploitation of the horses
And newspapers and magazines
And their half-articulated deliberations
Will compose a story such as
Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine
Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine
This is the moment now that defines my name
This is the moment now I was engineered to realize
This is the moment now that defines my very name
Older than I have ever once been now
God has spoken to me privately now
It has been bestowed unto me now
The ultimate charity
A terrible, holy saw, holy saw
Its teeth fine enough to pierce the sky
And its blade strong enough to hold planets in place now
With this sacred artifact entrusted only to me
I will cut this horse in half
I will separate this horse
One half from the other
Entirely and unrepentantly
Only on condition that
The Garden of Eden be superimposed
Onto the landscape we once called Idaho now
And a million Adams
And a million eves
All cry out
This is my masterpiece
This is my magnum opus
This is my crowning jewel
This is my northern star sapphire
This my Raft of the Medusa
This is my Sistine Chapel ceiling
May a hail of arrows
Pierce the hearts of any would-be doubting Thomases
And dissolve the doubts of any would-be skeptics
I am contractually obscuring
All my forcing of the needle
It is fear, not malice, that which turns the cheeks of otherwise well-intending people
Is it not?
And now we now gaze upon one another
Having been made aware of our nudity
Realizing I am both
Motherfucker, I am both: Adam and Eve
And also, in fact, neither
That I stare at both myself
And, simultaneously, nothing
Having been made aware of my own nudity
My nudity
Swaddled in the conscience of having ever been naked
I'm naked, I'm naked
I know I'm naked
I know I'm naked
I know I'm naked
I know I'm naked
Eve's cunt now obscured
By the branch of a huckleberry bush
Adam's cock now
So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
Eve's cunt now
Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
I know, I know
I know, I know
Before the mirror I too place a hand over
My little Appaloosa
Appaloosa, Appaloosa
Appaloosa, Appaloosa
Tucked silently away in his little stable

My half is all ass and tail
Your half is all chest and muzzle
The script, all things considered
Is only one half of the medicine
First and foremost, I'm a gentleman
It's not abnormal
It's not abnormal
I'm not
It's not abnormal
Aren't my syringas doing splendidly?

I get it! I get it!
I understand!
Finally, I get it!
I finally figured it out!
At the end of my legs are not hands!
Nor feet!
But hooves!
And at the end of my back
Is not just ass
But tail! But tail!
And on the top of my head
Is not hair
Nor hat
But mane!
And at the end of my face
Is neither tongue, nor mouth
But snout!
Snout! Snout! Snout! Snout!
And I know in my heart of hearts
That this is my ass!
And I know in my heart of hearts
That these are my spots!
This is my ass
And these are my spots

It's always
I will bury you beneath fifty tons of concrete
And raise a hell like no other
Or
Do you love me?
I will wring dry every thread of intimate mind between us
A hundred knots for a gem state crotch we both believe in
All the while you are attending
To the acrobatics of my roundabout desires
Today I'm particularly worried about my abilities as a lover
I need to know now
What happens next?
I need to know now
I need to know, right this instant, now
What's gonna happen to the horses?

I feel the need to inform you now
By the time I am through here
I will have left no bridge unburned
And every stone upturned
You have wrung me completely dry
In a passionate stroke
I carve mountain bluebirds between my thighs
As gesture
I don't wanna hear it
Appaloosa
It's pedantic!
I'm not listening!
I don't know what's going to happen next

But
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Don't bury me in Idaho
See ya!
Alexander Kent

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