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Porridge on the Plains

from Best Of: by Saddle Up Parson

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~Feelin' Gay~

~Fuckwit~
I have fallen into a well of intrigue and sorrow
this body aches a soreness one only knows by losing himself
in the murky deeps
this shocking reserve can't sustain me
I fall further into a daze
memories fly by
and spinning out of control
I see on a hundred different television sets
all my fears and all my failues
flashbacks to soup and sandwiches on a lusty Saturday
the automated sprinkler dousing us all
I remember falling into a well of intrigue and sorrow
down to Grandma's place on a lusty Saturday morning
I remember feeling so in love that day
and here I am now, falling into a well
of intrigue and sorrow
but I do not feel that love
I feel a cold, dark miserable stench is upon us
and I can sniff it so clearly
Grandma, are you here now with me?
Grandma, it is I, Slug

~Grandma~

~Filthsteed~
Now here's a story I've never told
of men still boys whose shame is bold
may it never reach their wives, it goes

they bareback ride on lumpy dunes
they couldn't outrun the sun, cold evening came
hungry and lost, he offered his cause
said I'll out perform your most impressive steed
and provide milk for a feast
he got down, down on his knees
and said I'll out-milk your most impressive steed

~Dun Do~
Leaving me thankful for what each man is given to them
...delicious feast here under the stars...
...fresh milk for our coffee in the morning...
sleep well

~The Filthy Wolf~
Well now lend me your ears and we'll get wild like hogs into the trough
slobber on my ride and partner the handsome wolf
buttered my wife's loaf fresh baked and hot
clamp down and tear in, don't give her time to cool
well porridge on the plains does weird things to a man
as he gave me the left hook, turned around
and I knew he had only just begun

come here you weasel my love is blind
it tastes so good I suppose you've caught my attention
greased up on porridge, sweet mother's glue
this union's instinctual, my judgement says yes
I see cooperation and many years of cum

well now that boy's appetite just couldn't be quenched
ain't that right

nobody knows it better than you

sweet Slug you spicy whiskey dream
its a wonder that your wife can handle even the
smallest gulp of what you're distilling
I'm the barrista of the quarry and I desire supply of your stock
I appreciate your kitchen requires a lot of you
but I'm in a good position to wait as long as it takes
butter that honey's lo-fat bacon, haa
clamp down the terrier
finish up, we've got work to do

~Somewheres~

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from Best Of:, released June 15, 2016

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Ben Slumber, Director (guitars, bass notes, voice box, drums of raw hide, drum machine, wind and sacred skin flutes, banjo, electronic bow, grand piano of Church, synthesis, production.)

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