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Arriving Flesh​-​Scent

by Cannonball Statman

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1.
Found you in the chimney You made my night Baby, you're a dream You're growing on me I said It's good to see you in town again I know this New York girl She'd be perfect for you She's a maniac She'll play you like an angel plays a new harp But you're not in town for long Three shots fired in Atlanta as you danced And you fell to the ground like a broken kangaroo We were all just getting to know you But when the sounds from the stage rage and race and haunt all soldiers And the wild heroin prophets and Lithium dreamers Command this bizarre machine like a wolf motel The animals of the town come to drive the dancers around And tonight You died in the back seat
2.
From under Fourth Street John S. Hall floats up the light river over the living room Into the half-eaten ear of a perennial lush Every day I quaked like a death raga Riveted by the arriving flesh-scent of lost men Every man in New York City has conduct disorder Everyone is shwasted by nine I am a channel I'm walking up East Houston Street and channeling an angel Excuse me Do you know the way to the library? You know The library on Jersey Street You know It’s an alley But it's a street I am a channel I'm channeling an angel And walking up East Houston Street
3.
It's a face I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm looking at a face Get out of the woods It's a face I'm lookin' in the mirror It's just a face Get out of the woods Get out You think you're gonna last In this game of danger Leave behind your number and move on He's a 6 He's lookin' in the mirror He's gonna start a fire 'Cause he's the fire man Get out of the woods Watch out These warriors won't spar With anything that's really out there They just can't be bothered to care And they're afraid of the holes in the walls She's an 8 She's lookin' in the mirror She's talkin' to her doctor The doctor is a quack She's gonna cut him open with a cleaver She's gonna slice his eyes with a circular saw And then she's gonna kill him She's gonna paint his lab coat red She is the chief of police in Paralysis Town She's gonna make a lot of money She's gonna flee the flee the country It's the American dream It's the American dream It's the American dream It's the American dream
4.
I'm gonna burn your metronome Music knows no BPM I'm the heartbeat now I'm gonna make my rhythm your prison Gonna lock you into the groove
5.
I'm standing in the corner With my heart in my hand You told me I'm completely insane Playin' in a one man rock and roll band But I'm just a freak I'm standin' in the corner I'm a Lou Reed knock-off I haven't slept in weeks So I'm standing in the corner Talkin' to you You say you came out of the spaceship That crash landed on Myrtle Avenue I spent two decades at a party I didn't have a clue That all I really wanna do is make love to you all night
6.
Get out We're gonna make it through this convoluted chapter Leave behind your number and move on Watch out Strange voices in this town can't wait to slice us open Any day now Any way now We'd better watch our backs
7.
You're a dream

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A dream I recorded in my old bedroom in NYC, February 2016. Many thanks go out to Bob Osborne at German Shepherd Records for holding on to the files for this one as it would not have been possible to reissue otherwise!

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released February 4, 2016

All music and lyrics written, performed, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Cannonball Statman.
Album cover photography by Katherine Koch, design by Cannonball Statman.

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