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Graveman
05:23
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The Grave Man
Before the last flicker of the setting sun
black, would come the slow silhouette of the grave man.
a skeletal figure with a shovel o’er his shoulder
raptor. minion. sluggish reaper.
stood to the tip of his tall hat: 7 feet high
watch him blend in
watch him
disappear
against the darkening sky
Sallow face skewed - in placid devilry
cloud of madness; an air of misery
crooked back, sunken chest
acrid-scented breath of death.
unheard. he never spoke a word
his oily jaw clamped & set
people feared the figure of the grave man
he looked to be, more than just the digger
people feared the figure of the grave man
he looked to be, director of the dying
From the dirt-floored cellar of the slanted wooden stay
just outside the churchyard (he would take the back way)
down the damp & twisted path, through the thick infested pine
into the pale, gray moonlit clearing…
plugged with headstones, Death, & Time.
he’d look around & tally up the markers..
drive his pointed shovel
into her wet, green skin
slice into the meat
of the fresh clay within.
& all the eyes & ears fastened upon him
(the ravens, the black cats, the snakes & all the rats)
& every ghost laid up in that place
stopped still. by his furious repetition
“there’s no where to go but down”
(he’s thinking)
“no. no where to go but down.”
No one ever saw the grave man
under the fulgent light of the day
no one cares for the grave man
he cares for all the people
when they pass away
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Blood On Your Walls
03:50
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Blood on your walls You can’t see
Blood on your walls You can’t see
Your sleep-sealed lids are eternally closed
You couldn’t, could not, can not read the signs
Your blood, your fault, your mind
Your blood, your fault, your mind
Your blood, your fault, your mind
Your blood, you're false, and you're mine
It’s too, too late to sweat it out,
swallow it, seep it from your eyes
Look it, your walls with your one truth,
Your blood don’t lie
There’s blood on your paws
You can’t crawl
Down on the ground
You can’t fall
Your state of mind holds you paralyzed
You can’t define right from wrong
Your Retribution is a crime
Your Institution is a sty
Your Constitution is a lie
Your evolution is denied
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Plague of Faults
06:44
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Columns of smoke climb
Smells in the air, burning
On the ebb of the great divide
A plague of faults still salts your mind
Beneath the skeletons of the barren trees
By narrow path I walk through these
Like fallen leaves, I hit the ground
All around me, there's nothing to be found but
Bones, Bones everywhere
Not a thing to eat
For many many days
I've been walking this maze
Through the rank oppressive heat
120 miles from nowhere
We met in the daytime
I didn't know why we were there
Building wooden stick caves outside
The labor made us weak
And we started to fight
I fell down to my knees
By the muddy river bank I cried.
Bones, Bones everywhere
And not a thing to eat
For 6 long days I've been walking this maze
Everytime I go to sleep
Still many miles from nowhere
Now the river's gone bone dry
No meat nor fruit does the land bear
And the people are dropping like flies
We go on like machines
Throw the bodies in a pile
We keep building building building
And we do not question why
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We see man, again and again
With something in his hands
He holds his recognition
To define any man
Pick the tool in his hand
Could be any kind of prop
Do you understand?
May be weapons to the fighters
Whips and lassoes to the tamers
Maybe toys with the dandies
Or expression instruments
Shouldn’t even matter
What he holds in his hands
When he dies, and he’ll die
He leaves behind all his things
Death won’t accept the lie material brings
The heavy, heavy hand just won’t be let in
You take only to the afterlife
The spirit within
The woman has a heart and the man has hands
Too much to carry to the devil for the dead man
Cowboy swings a rope and
The pirate holds a map
Magician taps a wand
Pulls a rabbit from his hat
Man in the circus crackin’ whips, wavin’ chairs
The player with the roving eyes and pomade in his hair
Soldier cocks his gun
The painter dabs his brush
Smoker swingin’ gloves hands a bottle to the lush
The woman has a heart and the man has hands
That’s too much to carry to the devil for the dead man
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Mal VU Chicago, Illinois
Mal VU began in 1993 in Columbus, Ohio by performance artist Vena Gore (Lesley Ann Fogle) and Darrin Brown. After relocating to Chicago in 1998, Vena worked in various recording studios producing Mal Vu songs at night. Mal VU grew to include Traci Trouble and a slew of guest musicians from the Chicago scene. American gothic with dark narrative ballads. Members of After-Death Plan ... more
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