Cover | Bob Marley - Three Little Birds

production demo / work in progress
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You're sick and you're old
now it's time to go home
to find your dear brother
save him from your mother
before the beast sets in
before there's no next of kin
and the makeup runs like old bloody water
As it tumbles down slate and sneaks under doors
it's a memory of taste you've known too well before
There's no gun that can bring you home
there's no gun that can change what you've done
oh the straights have won, dear god the straights have won

-- you came too soon again
there's no shame
it's just those dicks changed you
and this is the way that it stains
There's a crazy man in your pants (he'll never die)
There's a sick, sick muse who resides in my mind (he'll survive)
There's a crazy man in my pants (he'll never die)
There's this sick, sick thing between your legs (don't ever hide) --

You're still sick - you're still old
there's no time to go home
to find your dear brother
save him from your mother
because the beast set in
now there's no next of kin
and his makeup runs like old bloody water
It still tumbles down slate and sneaks under doors
it's a memory of taste you've known too well before
There's no gun that can bring you home
there's no god that can change what you've done
oh the straights have won, dear god the straights have won

The Straights - production demo (mid-point)

You Can Stay

All this tape wrapped around my chest keeps my heart from the gutter, but I fear I'm next. He grabbed my crotch, so I bit his arm... dear god I hope I left a scar.

I'm just waiting for it to end.

Crazy lives in my hometown. I didn't want to leave but I'm ready now. He called me a dyke then he raised his fist. Pain's so much easier than fearing it.

I'm just waiting for it to end.

When the time comes. You can not falter. You just have to fucking run. When the time comes, you can not flinch. Know all your exits, and know it's ok just to fucking run.

I'm just waiting for it to end.

flinch

push it in, no matter the resistance. i'm coming to this all on my own, still there's no one that knows better than those good christian men who slobbered your young body. they taught you of a loving christ, and bathed you in love, fucked your bloody love.

it's an old lie that there is something at the end of this life
there's an old lie that there is someone in the world for each of us
it's an old lie that this body can't last through the night
guess there's an old time coming

when your hands were tied, and your mind so fucking binded by the call of something old - that's never been more wrong, no it's never been more wrong. all the men in your life descended from a savage. your body was a stepping stone. now it's warped and outgrown the pigs in your home.

push it in

there’s a spider in the night
crawling under my bed
i’m still brushing away nothing
there’s nothing left to protect
I dream of jumping out of windows
to reunite with my dead
I’m still sick…

There’s a fire that’s still burning down under the bed
a heat that burns my ass every time I rest
I’m still twitching out the chaos
still wishing you were dead
I’m still sick…

we’re still sick…

Sick - Early - Demo

The Devils Bongo

Cut my hand, drip the blood onto the pavement, where it dries like rust.
When my mouth would bleed into the dust, I gave myself to the sinking lust

When you broke my face, when I begged for grace with the salt of my tears, she opened up.

the devil below
she can drink it up
Boys pressing me down, her pushing me up. The devil beneath, she kissed my cu(n)t

The first time I came without wanting to, spilled it all on the floor as I watched you. I think it sunk between the boards. I think it dried upon the air. I think it floated to the clouds. I picture it rained back down.

And fed the earth
And the devil below

She turned the pain into a rebellious wood, she held my hand in the dirt when no one else could.

She will drink it up. She can drink it up.

Drink It Up

In November 2012 Manzilla was held at gunpoint by a man in a child-sized godzilla costume. Manzilla, $42 poorer, went home, re-assessed her life, quit her NYC job, purchased a keyboard, and began recording music. She now lives in New Orleans, soaking up soul and peeing into jars.

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