about
Somewhere in the south, they’re
sweating silver beads of salt and
nicotine and daring the cancer
to carpetbag their organs and
rebuild their brainstems.
Even deeper, they’re delirious,
at 130° Fahrenheit the fever
dreams start.
Sweeten my tears, Sylvie.
I’m outta here faster than you
can Crow, Jim.
Occasionally they redraw the
borders down here, just to
teach us a lesson about loyalty.
So think about me soon, before
postage goes up again.
lyrics
Southern Mouth
I hear messages from God in my radio static,
letters from you growin' mold in the attic,
hardwood floors and dust in my lungs, and
feelin’ anything but 24 years young;
We tried to love like my parents, ended like yours-
regard these lines in our faces like wasted shores;
we dug love from the cracks of our salt-choked skin,
distilled our own nostalgia-infused gin,
Southern Mouth.
Last I heard from God, he lost his dick in the war,
contracted Clap in a taxi from an Illinois whore;
he’s in a hospital in Paris, shootin’ morphine on the floor
with a nurse with a name that sounds just like yours.
So if you hear me in Texas where the barb-wire sings,
where the girls drink whiskey, and the boys gasoline,
turn your blue eyes to Market, turn your clock back an hour,
give your love to the loneliest man left in Ballard,
Southern Mouth.
I heard the message you left in my radio static
and then I dug all your letters outta the attic
I tore up the hardwood, slept on the dirt
we never got better just a different kind of worse
Southern Mouth.
credits
from
Salvation Rose,
released September 2, 2013
Forrest & TIffany - Vocals
Forrest - Guitar & Claps
Julian - Upright Bass
Cooper - Drums
Patrick - Pedal Steel
El Barto - Trumpet
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