Jordaan Mason and the Horse Museum
Organs For Oceans
He slept in my bed after I filled his body with insects and panic and grandfather sewn seedsI was useless inside him; trade organs for oceansIs there a vaccine for this? To clean out all the unborn kids?OhhhhhhhHe broke me good where the landlord left scarsEmptied all the bedrooms to reclaim the stretch marksWe were to our throats in grassWe tore down the treehousesAnd our brothers were kindling for the love songs that we couldn't singOhhhhhh'Cause we drowned all our songs in the bathtubYou could hear them way up in the raftersAnd the preachers sleeping in the attic stole them all for scripturesWe sing nothing now, our mothers ask us howWe pray with the lights out for songs to fill our mouthsOhhhhhh
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