The tenth track off the Andy the Doorbum Double LP "The Man Killed The Bird, And With The Bird He Killed The Song, And With The Song, Himself."
The blast, it came to me.
Left my ears ringing with a song
Plucked from an angel's cheek.
It relieved all sense of alarm.
Filled me with melody
So sweet I didn't even notice it had taken half of my arm.
The shock swept through my veins
Like a tornado through a barn.
The wind blew in the pain.
I felt it spilling from my arm
Or where it used to be.
The song, like my limb, just a memory cut short as the next blast went off.
Bring out your dead.
Wrap them in their favorite clothes
And fix their hair.
Powder their decaying nose
And tell a story about where all the dead people go.
And about how they and their missing limbs have been rejoined (made whole) again.
And in an isolated room I think of everything to try
But no attempt will move the hand I still feel lying at my side.
They try to comfort me...
With needles full of sleep until I am released
And I come home to find...
You steered me wrong.
Said that you loved who I was
Now in my arms
All you can feel is a nub.
And when I write
My words are shaken with such tremors its just crud.
But if you wait
They'll sew me on a new arm.
And if it takes
I will protect you from harm.
And you will lick and kiss a cadaver's wrist
That through my blood has been reborn.
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