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Swallow the Lily

by Denim Dragon

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1.
Rainbow Wig 02:27
Yellow bird, sit next to me Take me under wing And the black seed waiting under dust, Can I trust will bring a column of spines? The spires of my Rainbow wig Rainbow wig Can I look down a straight line with both open eyes? If I found infinity, a method under guise Of my yellow bird upon the end of thistles tower high, A hand's stretch above a head It's a rocket to the sky, my rainbow wig
2.
Stack the dead atop the dirt Fold it all into the earth The weasel lies dead in the fields And were burning the fields today Now the blackened earth sings green and alive And the weasel will haunt where the sparrows will play All rise, awake and take the steps you make to meet your doom! Who peddled the fastest and lasted the longest And blurred all the faces at bicycle races? A photo was taken, an article written And comments were made with all commas complacent As patient a racer with ready a reason To practice all season just to turn a wheel around All rise, awake and take the steps you make to meet your doom! The weasel lies dead in the fields And were burning the fields today Down into the blackened earth, into the blackened earth Into the blackened earth, turn of a spoke Into the blackened earth, into the blackened earth Into the blackened earth, swallowed by smoke
3.
Place a hex on a city, turn a wheel in the dirt Tell the top of Denali I am fleeing the flood today On a wall it is written in more places than one You'll be taken by vision and receiving the sky you gave away To the hyperspace baron on the heels of the has-been holyman: "Hate to say the end is on its way" My mother is mercury, my father is lead And this is the alchemy on which I was born and raised Afraid and poisoned by the metal in motion Poised upon turning wreath With the orbiting faith in the ways to escape The sight of the divine by flight of firelight The word of the forthright by burning spell of spite That's right, the ball of light that fills the sky And burns your eyes Will it decide to give you life or death today? It's the will of the silver serenade sings the sorry salvation: "Stay the way it's always been" Tell the hyperspace baron on the heels Of the has-been holyman: "Hate to say the end is on its way" The sight of the divine by flight of firelight The following design for spell of burning spite That's right, the ball of light that fills the sky And burns your eyes Will it decide to give you life or death today?
4.
The Dandy 03:56
Stand like the red-winged blackbird Obstinate at the overpass exit Guardian to asphalt, the traffic, all my fault God of Roadside Dandelion, forgive me And since then learned, this learned well, Once it pays its dues within its shell, Every turtle dies, with its head held high It's the bloat inside -- forces straightened spine But regardless, I hardly think less of it Still as a statue captured this recluse proud Stoic in atrophy, a trophy to dignity A monolith silent with message out loud Screaming red feather aesthetic that sets him elite upon the rails Beauty is seen in the geometry from veil to tail you wear But beware, beware, beware Turtle my dear, jump the tracks! There's a dandy on the rails Dandelion on the handbrake There's a dandy on the rails So stand like the red-winged blackbird, Dandelion on the handbrake Fancy itself as an earthquake, This dandy of the rails
5.
Ferryman 05:56
Send a rope down the well, down the well Seamlessly a canopy repeating overhead ends the wait for rainfall Was all the while, to flood the Nile While a tortoise from the north is digging ditches tortuously with a serpent, bent as blazes to lead a stream another mile Fierce as fever, coursing river Southern fishes breathe the water A pitcher raised, a swell to spill so send a pail on down the well Wayward wanderer, turn away and turn the season Father of waterway, built a bridge beyond all reason Father of waterway, eons old, that age ascending Drought I doubt will dry a mind, flooded with new paradigm A pitcher raised, a swell to spill so send a pail on down the well A pitcher raised, a reigning age so send the rain Send a rope down the well, down the well A signal to the ferryman, a sparkle on the shore In the dark who'd ever dare the breaking shallows? But soon, a waking arrow splits the sky and sea streaming spillway shepherding Aquarius, so near to me on the rise It's on the rise
6.
Top of the mountain range arose overnight below our feet Taking us to the heights to see the Mender on the wing Racing to save archaic age with belated serenade Some of the silver chariots stayed to sing the soil to sleep A choir of stones are thrown, resound With a voice to still the ground Step through a feathered doorway And the new bell atop will ring Like the sound of towering spires when sent To their death by laser beam If there was ever any place you'd choose to be For trading escape of the done-it-all damn-it-all
7.
Tune.... Tune.... Tune.... Tune.... We still recall the day the boy behind the closet door could not get through And since then, the escape, now on his way to sigh and sit beside a blue moon While Emperor Salamander takes another wife to gander lunar fools, Down on Diamond Mountain, they abandon their own shoes in trade to take you to hell on the way Be draped in printed paper faces as they cover you with palms of glue Wrapped, they gather round and place a flower in your mouth in holy tune Singing, "Swallow the lily" Solumn-eyed, "Swallow the lily" And signing checks silly
8.
Father Soil 04:08
I come from a long line of hayseed Twas sown under drone of machinery To grow on a hillside for a season Then blown over ocean by the breezes Herein my closed hand, I hold a growing flower Herein your fistful, you hold a growing fire And in my closed hand, I hold the turning star And with your fistful, you miss it as it falls Do you recall how penniless you used to be? Claimed saving the face of the done-it-all, damn-it-all Don't we all? Don't you feel like a fool on the hill, sitting next to me? Under closest of calls, when the sky falls don't we all? I come from a long line of hayseed To stand in a longer line of enemies Therein my closed hand, I hold a growing flower And with your fistful, you hold a growing fire And in my own hand, I hold a bell of a different tone
9.
Now I'll tell you a memory, a memory that isn't mine Of the time when the Mender came and pinned it to mind Now I recall history as it was meant to be We traded in our savagery, entitled to technology We took the Mender's tapestry, unravelled it so carelessly A Doctor's called, "Emergency!" Examined you extensively, although you disagree With medicine's old approach He's boldly peering down your throat, as you are told The Doctor is your friend And if you say, "Ahhh..." he'll see you through, beginning to the end There's a comet -- our name on it And it's coming for us now There's an ice age on the front page And you're reading about it now I will tell you, it's ringing true when read between the lines I took for granted graciously, my gratitude for gravity The grandiose that was holding me, Begrudgingly has set me free The harbinger that came to thee, the busy bees of used-to-be I killed them single-handedly A deadly stand for industry was forced upon hypnotically (For it was a spell they had on me) Now it dolefully degenerates my dignity (to some degree) But if I say, "Nay...." they'll probably come and take me away There's a comet -- our name on it And it's coming for us now Sold as retail without the details And we're paying for it now Hearsay, you see, is heresy to the clockwork of honesty's core It'll have you rattling ways a machine's never seen it before And the gears that will grind, will be left far behind evermore Tears are taken by terror mistaken for proof Of illusion still standing aloof A tear in the tailored, revealing a failure to Veil the valor of cowardly hours spent ruthlessly recluse Maybe waiting for thunder to sound after a flash in the clouds Hearsay, you see, is heresy to the clockwork of honesty's core It'll have you rattling ways a machine's never seen it before And the gears that will grind, will be left far behind evermore
10.
Rounded Row 03:58
Hidden under solar-powered radar glasses, we will see you Signaling the holy man with waving hands And narrow eyes high noon Slip down in a fiery furnace, tell me what you see A glowing ember undertoe An image of an arrow after arrow in a rolling Round row of devoted waiting, aiming from above Ray of sun, where it comes from Folded hands with bowing backs, in diving patterns We will follow Up here, at a height of horizon Say son, come see Diamond Mountain down below The pictures of our faces in the cracks and shadows We go long, far and over the ever only to return Rounded row Rounded row

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released March 9, 2018

Clint Kehlert ~ Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Skyler Anderson ~ Percussion, Vocals, Sax, Samples
Houston McKenzie ~ Bass, Synth, Organ, Percussion, Vocals

Recording & Production: Clint Kehlert
Mastering: Max Kamm & Ryan Simpson
Photos & Design: Maria Ford

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Denim Dragon Peoria, Illinois

Denim Dragon is a band whose music is based in folk and steeped in heavy psychedelia.

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