City of Dust (Album Version)

City of Dust - 31Knots

Just in case we where mistaken

This is dedicated to the messengers of the left coast

To the bush league soothsayers on the right side

I don't want to imply that there's a wrong side

But less we forget that everybody's got to eat

So this goes out to all our allies and all sorts

All those making factual or fiction that we can listen to

And so here it is

Waste not will not what not

What I have not got

But I got an ink blot the shape of a blood clot

Clogging a dead heart beating a dead horse

Hey maybe we need more maybes and might bes

Possibly likely

But I guess we'll just taste test them

See that's what he said to me

Neither twine nor rope nor holy ghost

Could bind this man to the mortal coil

Yet with mirth and dust and processed meats

A feast lay there before him

A feast lay there before him

This is evangelical he said

He gandered to the right and to the left

Tactile affirmations and obsessive observations

And need I even mention such impressive desecrations

I am the city of dust

I am the cold dark place

I am the half dead flesh that needs no sleep

The pregnant pause

The sound unsung

The gut cut up

The gut cut up in real time

So you will be mine