April No. 2 Strictly speaking I got the words that deep for the heathen every time I get to breathing it's like a dragon ‘xplorin with fire tips you wonder why the side tips and my eyes become lashes of punk and felt I got no money cause my money was making my self funny and my eyes were all possessed with the things I said well now I'm fuckin cryin well listen to your eyes it's just a bliss with your plaid dress
And she said, "I got legs and my feet are foregone I got no other raw to make another sound its war" she keep from pulling eyes and cards and laws in morph it And she came in one of the songs like this, she said: Wade in the water Got your water water
And so sweet confetti drippin upon your eyes it feels your gone your time of lie Surgery makes your thunder Steps you wanna get unless you make some more I wade in the water Beads of feathered dimes when you try until the body slides until it’s opening your voice is down to its knees again
Wade in the water Got your momma momma
Pray, like a mouthpiece bird, just pray like you'll never learn to cry again
Wade in the water Got your water water
Shout to the knives involved in Miles and Marvin pray
Wade in the water Got your momma momma
April No. 3 then you smile like a word so meaningful Whose young fire is so sweetly spent like stars like rent
Take the veil from off your head Dream of stars you haven't said
Whose young fire is so sweetly spent like stars like rent
Live with lips that lie like lice Frozen on the head of the ice
Move closer Move closer I’m in you I’m in you
Burn your heart from every star Don't touch your lips with no guilt Burn your dad he said too much Burn your mom should lust to touch Burn your head it's no good no more Just paint it to the floor you've got your money spent again
Losing your touch still losing your touch Losing your touch still losing your touch My brains are permed and combed and worn and losing your pride too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone, too gone Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's a gonna trouble the water Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's a gonna trouble the water
Through stumbling madness and drunken revelry just to get another kiss for you
April No. 4
Just to tickle your lips with the sound of my tongue
Even after years The first is the scariest step It’s always bigger than they assume The largest movement of the mouth is still a tomb until it contains itself
and like eye’s pulled over the sheep of the wolves
Barely refrains itself until it pushes itself against the mountains
and I’m still a wolf a little bit – teethI got teeth that shine like tombstones
It sounds like the entire atomic world is coming into fingernails
Barely reveals itself into ravines and the sound of clean motions opening up
Still running them off every single time They bite inside of your neck slowly
As it moves over the sky and we become small squares translucent
Until the oceans divide themselves clearly pulled over
Move out until the twilight suffuses into the sound of the interfusion and diffusions that become electrical
Until we see it reflected in the city lights become the small pieces of sherbert pushed inside of our veins
And to see it from up here is so beautiful
The sweetest bit of our tongue is like waiting for 3000 hours
My tissues in your hands And you’ve wrap it against your feedback And you scream until you see black Until your mouth becomes attached
You never close your eyes Anymore when I kiss your lips
April No. 7
Until your mouth becomes attached Until your mouth becomes attached Until you sing like feedback And then you whisper with your tissues in your hand And then you whisper with your tissues in your hand Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly There’s a land that I know of Once in a lullaby
You never close your eyes anymore When I kiss your lips So hush little baby don't say a word So hush little baby don't say a word Don't say a word Don't say a word Don't say a word Don't say a word
I just wanna taste it so much until my eyes pop open and discover themselves: two or more sounds of world's bustin over crashing themselves inside of you Moving over until the car is underbeliefme un-beneath me un-beneath me un-beneath me un-beneath me un-beneath me un-beneath me un-beneath me un-b
April No. 8 At one point I told her that her whispers were like dragons Clawing inside my ears I sold her to the nearest caravan for like five dollars And hoping I would never see her again I painted her picture on the side of the Columbia space shuttle Which I reverse engineered to explode into 1000 pieces I thought if I made her a cloud She would disappear in a cycle where her brain is Completely confetti and stars and rain and I Would finally be re-nourished But I clipped her hair so softly as I watched her sleeping And I was hoping That she would never dream about it
But I clipped her hair so softly as I pulled out my razors And softly ran around the outline of her jaw The outline of her neck The outline of her thighs The outline of her feet And I realized that her ghost was a beautiful truant master Inside of my soul As it was clipping out As I cut off each piece of her hair As her plastic smile faded and eroded Because the sun cloud got too far in the burst And the gasoline that was in her heart poured across the bed And I was finally led farther away from myself As my spirit broke in the middle of the air As the thundercloud shaked each part of her body Like a ghost that was reentering my heart And she spoke to me with silence that couldn't even breathe And she spoke to me with silence that couldn't even breathe And she spoke to me in silence that couldn't even breathe
April No. 9
Somewhere in the long tail of the future There’s the hero for humanity With a pet in his arms Watching the sky Watching the crowd His arms are fingering the dog beneath the crowd Beneath the cloud Beneath the sound of every lash That pulls itself on its body
Your sparkling conversation throws me in Grows me in My arms are longer I think he looks like you I think he talks and thinks like you I think he grows like you His arms are soldiers born for you
Parenting is not its- what it was used toWhat we were expecting to do When we were raising a child Making it mild Pulling its lungs Waiting for its arms to grow longer
I think he weeps like me He dreams he sleeps he creeps like me
Grow longer
I don't think he smokes like me Or walks like me or fights like me
2.5 we now reach each other Vacantly every time we eat across the blank TV
His arms or stranger fictions You’re adult His pages turn like fire
I've seen his bloody clothes He waits for more He's got his teeth that shine