Music by Jason Hoopes and Damon Waitkus
Lyrics by Damon Waitkus
hovel under heavy trees
mossy jamb and swayback ridgepole
bloom of rust on propane tank candidly exposed like a dog’s balls
The flag says the purpose of this life
is to burrow your ass out of debtor’s prison,
don’t fawn for the pawn with the key.
You used to set off that pawn’s car alarm back in high school
just to see him come running out of class–
You want to sit around and wait for that mama’s boy
to throw you out on your ass?
The antenna says the purpose of this life
is to sharpen an image
to do that you will have to add some noise.
The image is a woman at the stove with her hair yanked back,
restless with an incandescent heat.
The noise is a serpent,
florescent on the ceiling,
eating its tail.
DW – voice, hammer dulcimer
JH – piano