The Dirt Mall Pt. 2 (demo version)

 

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is that piston of our town upon / that hill
crumbling / piling maybe different 
I hear the rain / some sigh of a not to myself
but to Helen wrapped in coat but still awful
so know something is different, Dogtown
with it comes the knitted colors of broken wharves
but our believers chase a snake back where snakes belong
this is a program amongst lamp light
this is letter signed to the king
        
        the first song for Steven / the carpenter
        built a book and rode it to a soft wood
        turns are laid down and a boat leaves us
        out like how land smells / hills are covered in fish
        but that could be a sink in memory only

a coast
a coast a coast a
coast a coast a
coast a coast a coast a coast a coast a coast
a coast a coast a coast a coast a coast a
coast a coast a coast a coast a coast a coast
a coast a coast a coast a coast a coast a coast
is not to be ridden by horse

was then the beach his
because there are graves of him
piled up on ships, oil, blubber, men / a fort
we build ships with a tremendous yell
which is still a kind of sneaker / the best is soap

                                and it was the night we contended with
                                so near / like a beacon with his father
                                the kind of sailor that goes ahead
                                hacking at the mallow in great chops
                                this was a story / I didn't say anything
                                you do not sleep / you are stolen
                                that is why he never touched Helen 

on June 28th the rain was left forever in the ocean / looking for youth and kill
no one walks by me / a whale maybe / I have a deal with meat and bones
with teeth / these are the teeth where everyone lies
but cannot plant in any missing litany / drowned and died           
 
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This place / the "hell of a tall man's life"
blood up and down
blood / that my father gave to me
in a place but not often for a seashore
we move away and out as a knuckle bends against the pole
I wanted / to wrap my teeth around it
this guitar string eyeballing Helen as she / in tow of some man of class
a great treasure like a cap of green but no one came out
and Helen bought a treasure for
it was there / in a box near her eye

                    these were Helen's things
                    that was Helen's yellow scarf
                    that was Helen's glass eye in a box full of green
                    that was Helen's eagerness to place notes on a shelf
                    that was Helen's note / unopened
                    that was Helen's whaling boat talking to the sea
                    those were her European things