Boars

Lyrics for Boars

Chicken wire hacks half-facts in the flashbacks, hoofing through the split-shot sod There's a crow king cawing at the grunt-snout, mawing through the body of the burially dog Ring it out slow, ring it high, make it glow like the crickets in the telephone haze Stag-shape runaway, busted-bumper palisade, synchronized, sinusoidal waves I spent a little time in the castle (I spent a little time in the castle) But I never had that dream (but I never had that dream) I was always hipping through the catgrass, living like the only little slugger who can sing I don't see it, I don't see it, I don't see it clear, but I hear it sometimes pretty good Ricochet flash of a green, bird-fat feather, sweet-singing under keratin hooves I've been going back and forth, baby, water, holy war, revolution isn't doing what I used to use it for River high, river roar, stray dog, wild boar We were staying at the farm, hearing something in the dark Dead heather, predator, snuggle-buggy vetiver Wishing I could just go there Wishing I could just go be Wishing I was hipping through the catgrass, living like the only little slugger who can sing Someone called it, caught, then it flit, fawned off in a drip-drawn, reeling kind of rush There's a careful way of falling, there's a quiquiriquí calling And a downy bed of dust over what it maybe was So a thanks be to Woody G, gummy sap, stack of leaves God loving every one of us Going belly-up and bust, going belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up Skip the stream, memory, kerosene kind of heat I remember you more than any kind of truth More than blushfern, silversage, ruddy poet on the page Downy-eared cutty hogs digging in the reservoir Monserrat money-makers rooting in the rootabega If we ever make it out of Spain (if we ever make it out of Spain) Hoping we don't make it that far (hoping we don't make it that far) I'm hoping we'll be hipping through the catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm (catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm)