"Wouldn't Do For You (Buddy)" video by Burt Murder
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oh! to be held in stillness and warmth
my ears below the bath water i start to hum
cuz i feel her like a pulse in a cut on my thumb and i hear you brushing
i hear you brushing your tongue
she stayed around for hours- my dishonesty
and still i wanna keep you- my hypocrisy
how we'd match our breath in the upstairs room
and we'd hold together 'til i smelled like you
but now it smells like i stepped in it
smells like i stepped in it
shit surprise
Laurie wraps her lips around a boiled egg
i can hear her jaw pop while I'm 10 inching the bread
the record came out but it didn't come through
i went back to getting parsley and cilantro confused
if you're gonna do it you have to know how
and i thought i'd grow up to love you by now
sometimes it smells like i stepped in it
smells like i stepped in it
shit surprise
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Stubborn Eyes
04:06
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As rare as the tears that his dad cried
so was his and his dad's time
so he would act far out of line
just to feel the weight of those stubborn eyes
moved too much to keep a friend
save for Will Philian
him and Will haven't talked much since
Will became an Amway man
stole the motor off a mower at a country club
built a mini bike and made it run
no one would catch him in Evanston
except the hands of his dad that fell on him
cuz those stubborn eyes
looked for him in his his
and they wound up disappointed
so he didn't look for him in me
just the man that his wouldn't let him be
now he eats saltines watching tv
peanut butter on his wedding ring
she's his reason she's his wish
she's quiet but with a quicker wit
getting in a word most times
leaves us inpatient as a buffet line
he speaks loud and i speak quick
we're left with our feet between our lips
i follow whims like birds carry seeds
keep my closest close to me
he envies all he gives
what wasn't done for him
and i'd run on a stretch of sand
in a child's mind it never ends
those stubborn eyes
grew soft to see him when
he saw me
saw his son again
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Here I go just swimming in my calvins
because I like the way they fit me
when i go swimming in my calvins
because they are very complimentary
here i go just swimming in my calvins
because i like the way they fit me
when i go the water is warm and brown
when i come home and I lay down
and you turn your body into me
i hold you below your belly button
and you make the softest sound
quiet as putting in a bookmark
softer than thinking about new socks
quiet as - oh you make a wonderful sound
mosquitoes always go for the ankles
i ate milk duds with my braces
my mom would pack me tuna sandwich
everybody knew me for that
everybody
everybody
everybody
everybody
everybody they knew me for this
Here I go just swimming in my calvins
because I like the way they fit me
when i go swimming in my calvins
because they are very complimentary
here i go just swimming in my calvins
because i like the way they fit me
when i go the water is warm and brown
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Bunn Machine
02:29
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he said i could still stay
even if i didn't partake
he didn't touch he just paid
to watch them do it themselves
once in a while he'd ask me to leave
come back to someone showering
they'd dry off and they would leave
with 20 more dollars than they'd had
it was cream of mushroom on bunny bread
all his dogs limped like him
parrot in a cage said like he'd say
we won't amount to much today
we'd start out each morning
picking out a DVD
go next door for coffee
and drink drip from the Bunn Machine
I'd stay out most nights
come home late and he'd turn on his light
said you can't do this more many times
and when i did he showed me out
it was cream of mushroom on bunny bread
all his dogs limped like him
parrot in a cage said like he'd say
we won't amount to much today
he got sick and the neighborhood changed
went out to his brothers place
in slidell he passed away
drinking drip from the bunn machine
it was cream of mushroom on bunny bread
all his dogs limped like him
parrot in a cage said like he'd say
we won't amount to much today
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wrinkles like your unmade bed
around your eyes closed in a fit
laughing at what you said about the way
one another is
and you get up from where you sleep
say that you're hungry
but all that's left is tangerines
and all the while you talk with me
these parentheses around our smiles
hold that secret vague and tired
and i don't ever speak of it
cuz nothing ever came of this
those pomegranates i keep for you
lay them on the linen and they bleed right through
when i ask whats to be down
you say that its up to one
and its true
you say don't do nothing for me buddy
you wouldn't do for you
before i join the day i hear my street
smell the tar in the heat
i'm mpoving forward on my heels
i fear we've begun to feel
that all that you can ask of me
is a conversation meandering
how you of all feels the consequence
of my unskillfullness
still i see yours when i close mine
i'm drawing my finger along your spine
crossing the room in your underwear
turning the light off by the stairs
your face beside a candle like
a corner house under turning headlights
what you'd like to see from me
doesn't mean a thing
if we don't agree
its true
you say don't do nothing for me buddy
you wouldn't do for you
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Back tat peaking from the left of her strap
cursive proverb under the flag
she is pumping gas in the august air
her bumpers asking me why I'm still here
all this time this time i drive
injury lawyers on the pine tree line
i was pissing on some bubble gum
like a brain spinning cartwheels where its stuck
i get so tired that i see tails
on words that i know are still
until i feel like i can't spell
manufactured addiction
to a grid full of pictures
i can endlessly fantasize
all my friends undress online
i hold it close up to my face
and fall asleep in a crooked shape
and i'd like to be on rocheblave
with the the back door open by the stove
big dumb house in the window
doing dishes in the glow
all this time this time i drive
injury lawyers on the pine tree line
i was pumping gas in the august air
smells like the underside of a fingernail
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Don't you know who i think i am
i am everybody's friend
tho that depends
i will pretend
as not to offend
you and them and everyone we know
my heart overflows
and my kindness knows
that there is no
inconveniencing
all i long for from myself i keep
i say no like an apology
before you i'll make a joke of me
so humiliating
it will prove to be
a display of my
vulnerability
i keep my company carefully
and that takes upkeep
just to seem
like you are there
to see everybody
all i long for to myself to keep
and i say no like an apology
don't you know who i think i am
i am everybody's friends
tho that depends
i will pretend
as not to offend
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Game 6 of '86
02:21
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One was on two were out
Game 6 of '86 with a 3-2 count
Mookie Wilson hit a dribbler up the first base line
bottom of 10 and the game was tied
Little roller went through Billy Buckner's legs
the winning run scored from second
just minutes ago there was no one
Bob Stanley's wild pitch and it all went wrong
In Vallejo California public housing lawns
Bill and his brothers played wiffle ball
the boys and their sister and their mother Marie
lived with the temper of their fathers drink
Marie worked for the highway patrol
Leonard was their Little League Coach
when his habit drove him off the road
Marie was left to raise 4 alone
so Bill gave himself to school and baseball
big bushy eyebrows, 6 feet tall
drafted the Dodgers in '68
he was in the lineup by the new decade
aggressive and competitive
a self critical perfectionist
known not for his great success
only for that ball he missed
One was on two were out
Game 6 of '86 with a 3-2 count
Mookie Wilson hit a dribbler up the first base line
bottom of 10 and the game was tied
let a life defined by one mistake
be remembered as an unfair blame
they'd already thrown the win away
and there was still one more game to play
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Eyelash
05:01
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there's an eyelash on her left cheek
big long dog laying across her legs
thin stretched clouds and the jasmine
asleep with a book open in her hand
me with my sense of self so fragile
took so much just to let her in
teeth touched on smiles between the kisses
she knew you then
you lose your love just tryna keep it
you hurt her worse being afraid to
don't let yourself get sentimental
if you won't love her everyday
still I'd claim confusion
but that's so lame to justify
the casualty to your indifference
deserves a real answer this time
you didn't ask the world of me
but baby weren't we fun?
then i gave up before you
after asking to try again
you lose your love just tryna keep it
you hurt her worse being afraid to
don't let yourself get sentimental
if you can't love her everyday
there's an eyelash on her left cheek
big long dog laying across her legs
don't let yourself get sentimental
if you won't love her everyday
if you can't love her everyday
if you won't love her everyday
if you can't love her everyday
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11/8/23
02:50
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over there on the cutting board
chunks of garlic are stuck where they dried
and on the windowsill a neglected yam has roots from its pores starting to climb
but the aromatics- the carrots, the shallots- are de-glazing in white wine
the smell of good fat grease, rice and peas, citrus and blackened spice
a car bench seat sits beside the sink
wedding invitations on the fridge
and that broom that hasn't been used..since the last time I used it
stove clock reads 13 to 2 o'clock where upon time will continue to build on time
memories like beads on a string
how they used to hang in a line
memories like beads on a string
how they used to hang in a line
i imagine altercations and fantasize some situation where a good friend does me wrong
but tonight I'll see him at the bar where I meet him and forget I think so crazy at all
your glasses shine when your face laughs with mine
I wanna do just as you do
and in the inevitable ever when we're no longer together
I'll still find all my strength in you
i take plessy around the train
where I used to do it all for the fun
its november 8th and like every other day
its unlike any other one
its november 8th and like every other day
its unlike any other one
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Chris Acker New Orleans, Louisiana
Chris Acker is originally from Washington state but spends most his time writing songs in New Orleans and performing with the Growing Boys
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