Live Seeds

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in dead row,
Of which i am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And i'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway i told the truth
And i'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. black. bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might i say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what i'm told

Like my good hand i
Tatooed e.v.i.l. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! they did nothing to challenge or resist.

In heaven his throne is made of gold
The ark of his testament is stowed
A throne from which i'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And god is never far away.

Into the mercy seat i climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway i never lied.

My kill-hand is called e.v.i.l.
Wears a wedding band that's g.o.o.d.
`tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway i told the truth
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And i think my head is glowing
And in a way i'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And i've got nothing left to lose
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And i think my head is smoking
And in a way i'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And i think my head is melting
And in a way i'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And i've got nothing left to lose
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And i think my blood is boiling
And in a way i'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway i told the truth
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But i'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway i told the truth
But i'm afraid i told a lie.

One morn i awakened
A new sun was shining
The sky was a kingdom
All covered in blood
The moon and the stars
Where the troops that lay conquered
Like fruit left to wither
Poor spiritual food

And the spears of bright sun
All brave with it conquest
Did hover unearthly
In banners of fire
I kneit in the garden
Awash with the dawning
And a voice came so brightly
I covered my eyes

Thank you for giving
This bright new morning
So steeped seemed the evening
In darkness and blood
There'll be no sadness
There'll be no sorrow
There'll be no road too narrow
There'll be a new day
And it's today
For us

Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29
Why... why... that's the one right up top a mine
Ah start to cry, ah start to cry


O ah hear her walkin'
Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards
All thru this lonesome night
Ah hear her crying too.
Hot-tears come splashin on down
Leaking thru the cracks,
Down upon my face, ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Walk'n'cry walk'n'cry-y!!!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!


Ah read her diary on her sheets
Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt
Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt
Fled outa the window,
And shinning it down the vine
Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
Mine! o mine!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Cry! cry! cry!


She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
And standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling
Listen, ah know it must sound absurd
But ah can hear the most melancholy sound
Ah ever heard!
Walk'n'cry! kneel'n'cry-y!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!


O tell me why? o tell me why?
Oh why? why? why?
O tell me why and don't tell me a lie!
Why the ceiling still shakes? shakes! shakes! shakes!
Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?


This desire to possess her is a wound
And its naggin at me like a shrew
But, ah know, that to possess her
Is, therefore, not to desire her.


O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go!
Go! go-o-o! from her to eternity!


From her to eternity! [repeat]

O deanna
O deanna!
O deanna
Sweet deanna!
O deanna
You know you are my friend, yeah
O deanna
And i ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul

No carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your ku klux furniture
I cum of death-head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your cadillac
And death climbs in the back

O deanna
This is a car
O deanna
This is a gun
O deanna
And this a day number one
O deanna
Our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking christmas trees
And honey, it ain't mystery
Why you're a mystery to me

We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
This little angel that i squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me

O deanna
O deanna!
O deanna
You are my friend and my partner
O deanna
On this house on the hill
O deanna
And i ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul

O deanna
I am a-knocking
O deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
O deanna
And i'll meet you on the corner
O deanna
Yes, you point it like a finger
O deanna
And squeeze its little thing
O deanna
Feel its kick, hear its bang
And let no worry about its issue
Don't worry about where its been
And don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin

O deanna
No it just ain't your to sin
O deanna
Sweet deanna
O deanna
And we ain't getting any younger
O deanna
And i don't intend gettin' any older
O deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
O deanna
O deanna!
O deanna
Sweet deanna
O deanna
And i ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul

I went out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night i spent amongst her bones
I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, i thought about my friend, michel
How they rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble
Circling his head
And i bellowed at the firmament
Looks like the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down upon me
And washed me all away
Saying


Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But papa won't leave you, henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And i went on down the road
He went on down the road
And i went on down the road
He went on down the road


Well, the moon it looked exhausted
Like something you should pity
Spent an age-spotted
Above the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face
Her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain
Falling open with the laughter
And closing with the lies
But the ghost of her still lingers on
Though she's passed through me
And is gone
The slum dogs, they are barking
And the rain children on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow


Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
For the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But papa won't leave you, henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And i went on down the road
He went on down the road
And i went on down the road
He went on down the road


And i came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And i entered through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And i came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That i could hardly speak
A fag in a whale-bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
And its into a guilt
And its into the fucking fray
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray
Saying


Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Well, the night is dark
And the night is deep
And its jaws are open wide
But papa won't leave you, henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And i went on down the road
He went on down the road
And i went on down the road
He went on down the road


It's the rainy season where i'm living
Death comes leaping out of every doorway
Wasting you for money, for your clothes
And for your nothing
Entire towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains
The mad heat and the relentless rains
And if you stick your arm into that hole
It comes out sheared off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my lips
I swiped the rain and nearly missed
And i went on down the road
He went on down the road
Singing


Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Papa won't leave you, henry
Papa won't leave you, boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But papa won't leave you, henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And i went on down the road
He went on down the road
And i went on down the road
He went on down the road
Bent beneath my heavy load
Under his heavy load
Yeah, i went on down the road
Yeah, he went on down the road


Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
And i went on down that road

Well the night was deep and the night was dark
And i was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,
Came apart and then writhed again
Like squirming flies on a pin
In the heat and in the din
Yes, in the heat and in the din
I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad john finn


Well, midnite came and clock did strike
And in she came, did john finn's wife
With legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And i'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on john finn's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on john finn's wife


Now john finn's wife was something of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with john finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and raven hair
Sprinkled with wedding confettis
And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with machetes
And the night through the window was full of lights
Winking and awatching at john finns' wife
Winking and awatching at john finns' wife


Next came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And i slip my hand between the thighs of john finn's wife
And they seemed to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and very ferocious night
The moon full of blood and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight
As i plotted in the ear of john finns' wife


Enter john finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and black cheroot
With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all i got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad john finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the hall


Now the night bore down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And i planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad john finn. i took his wretched life
Now i'm over near the bandstand
Every hand moving on john finns' wife
Every hand moving on john finns' wife


And john finns' wife
Took all the flowers down
From her hair
And threw them on the ground
And the flies did hum
And the flies did buzz around
Poor john finn
Lying dead upon the ground
Lying dead upon the ground

Brother, my cup is empty
And i haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain


O brother, my cup is empty
And i haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night i lay awake
And wished that i could watch her die
To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To see her clicking tongue crack dry
O brother, buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
And do not mock me when i say
Let's drink one more before i die


O brother, my cup is empty
And i haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


Well i've been sliding down on rainbows
Well i've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems i've misplaced my desires
Seems i'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
For i have no head for wine


O brother, my cup is empty
And i haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I counted up my blessings
And counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessings gone
So buy me one more drink, my brother
Then i'm taking to the road
Yes, i'm taking to the rain
I'm taking to the snow
O my friend, my only brother
Do not let the party grieve
So throw a dollar onto the bar
Now kiss my ass and leave


O brother, my cup is empty
And i haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home