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The Coming (Shark's Song)

Roaches hide in the lead pipe behind me
Because the sun got too close
like the prophecy written on the tree outside
Just dust off the florida room chairs
beneath the bright radiation

And when the cat's throwing up and the poles are switching
Climb out to the woodshed
carve things I would have said to my wife
If I had one, and I knew the world was ending...

Tracy, put your red dress on when you're hanging up the christmas lights
make a fire, put the water on, now the house is feeling more like a home
now the war drum ain't shakin' our bones

Aint it hard to remember a time when the gold star only shined?
it still burns, and we're still alive
but it's only holding us hostage down here

I still work through the day and I hope that you pray for me that I don't die
on the morning drive

Find me a room
put me on drugs "a" and "b"
have them hold me like a rocking chair
I'll rock my body in rhythm to the sound of the coming
so when the cat's throwing up
and the poles are switching
up above our heads
I'll have no feeling

Ants watch us from venetian blinds
with their cap gun ammo eyes
tell our kids they still want wings
even though the birds are gone from the sky

When the rock hits the clay, I hope I'm not listening to the talk and jive
on the morning drive

Find me a room
put me on drugs "a" and "b"
have them hold me like a rocking chair
I'll rock my body in rhythm to the sound of the coming
so when the cat's throwing up
and the poles are switching
up above our heads
I'll have no feeling

...and when the wind blew the ball slightly more to the left and rolled down the hilt, everyone in the stands knew, he had won. And in the winner's circle, the old man with the scissors and the dog who'd been shaved of every hair on its body, came out to congratulate him, for what he had done. A real hero's welcome.

As for the townspeople, even though the game never explained what the jar at the bottom of the tar pit was for, they could see it stood for something larger than the community, and with that they were okay. Then, as the old man reached in to shake the hand of Jack R. Heroe beneath the blue sky and confetti he whispered,

"Boy you'll always carry the beauty you've shown to us on this day, but this town won't always carry the beauty this day has shown for you. And with that I think you oughta be gettin a move on."

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from More Strange News From Another Star, released April 30, 2013

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James Wallace and the Naked Light Nashville, Tennessee

Once, in an abandoned house, I found a tape of Black Gospel music pirated from a station out of Greensboro in 1967. Like a child of the middle class, I wrote down how it felt. Now we're six or seven together, and loud enough.

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