Magic Donkey

from by Anawan



Sheriff, father, constipate,
Stabs my donkey at his gate,
Rolls his entrails out to dust,
Pounds a tamp upon my lust.

Bone on the meadow, my tooth was a sinner
For raising a donkey not on the law.
Sheriff is grinding an axe on his wheel,
As he eyes on my donkey to settle up.
Pain is a magical spell under cumin,
The state has the power to revenize.
Bone on the meadow, my tooth was a sinner for
Sewing a jick, or to fornicar.

Donkey dead and ghost afraid,
I will summon what you made.
Though your neck is spayed and frayed,
Sons and daughters storm the stage.

Donk lives on in magic;
Son lives on in magic;
Daugh lives on in magic;
Ter lives on in magic.


from Soft Wings, released March 20, 2012
w/ Jess Green




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Brooklyn-based, experimental pop music, centered around heavy vocal harmonies.

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