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Live at KUTX Studio 1A

by Christopher Douthitt & the Glyphs

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Sad Lazy Dad 02:37
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In a plastic water bottle We’re mixing bourbon with champagne And calling ourselves entertainment We can rest our swollen ankles In the nineteenth‐century wing And sleep it off on the train We got no girls to chase around Got no kingdom, got no crown And we’re joking with ourselves Saying, “Don’t you be a sad, lazy dad…” “Don’t you be a sad, lazy dad...” And circa 1500 In red chalk on tan laid It’s Adam and his woman Eve Cain on the ground and Abel on the knee They’ve been wandering, wandering And I turn to my brother and he turns to me Tomorrow morning we’ll be heading east He says, “See, I told you, don’t, don’t you be a sad lazy…”
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Javelina 03:45
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Javelina, javelina On the high desert of my mind I caught you rooting through the wreckage of my crash-landed ultralight Are you not scattering my bones? Or are you coming for to carry me home? Javelina, javelina When my chariot was aflame I saw my shadow crossing petroglyphs and ghosted copper claims And now you’re scavenging my scene And licking blood from my canteen? You say when horses pull On electrical cords And tombstones twist in the wind When the fire rains down And rivers of tears roil the ground Overwhelming the grid Who will guide you to Proserpina? A javelina? Javelina, javelina My life is written in your tusk I’m the quarry of your rummaging, I’m the innocent of your musk Are you the shepherd pig of saints? Or will you let me die here in my restraints? You say when horses pull On electrical cords And tombstones twist in the wind When the fire rains down And rivers of tears roil the ground Overwhelming the grid Who will guide you to Proserpina? A javelina? I see forty pairs of glowing eyes emerging from the brush I’m paralyzed and waiting for your touch Javelina, won’t you shift my shape to yours?
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Jelly Sky 03:48
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I used to count the lights Tumbling from their places in the sky And that was fine I had clean blood in my veins and bright eyes Hair parted neatly to the side A little short of breath Medication in my pocket when I left And that was fine I had not yet felt the needle in my spine Or let the numbness paralyze my side Does the hand not impeach the heart? Does the heart not unnerve the eye? Do I not fade away like jelly from the sky? The pictures of my head Are tacked upon the roof above my bed I can explain The pattern of my blood through my brain The meteor that’s burning through the rain Does the hand not impeach the heart? Does the heart not unnerve the eye? Do I not fade away like jelly from the sky?
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My Old Man (Un'Aura Amorosa) 03:40
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My old man, he’s a fervent machine He treats his women like they were magazines He chokes when he murders his meat Squeezes salt from a sugar beet Comes home at night with a makeup mask Do I complain? Do I even ask? He’s in the corner with a fork in his fist He’s blowing me a kiss While my soul is envisioning its creeping death My old man sends me his loving breath When I hold his kisses deep inside my lungs He has to hold his tongue My old man used to sing for the crowds Falsetto arias in an evening gown Till he sputtered in a heap of rage Spitting blood onstage Now he wakes up in fever dreams He rips his clothes off, tears at surgical seams I find him lubricated with wine Singing through his old lines Un’aura amorosa—is that supposed to be his closer? Un’aura amorosa—he can’t remember the composer Un’aura amorosa… I take abuses like a cat takes milk His forty lashes—they’re the touch of silk I take my beauty with a spoonful of lust And drink it in disgust While my soul is envisioning its creeping death My old man sends me his loving breath When I hold his kisses deep inside my lungs He has to hold his tongue

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released May 29, 2013

Recorded live at KUTX 98.9 FM in Studio 1A, January 28, 2013, Austin, Texas.

Mixed and mastered by Erik Wofford at Cacophony Recorders.

Christopher Douthitt - guitar and vocals
Cass Roberts - saxophone and vocals
Todd Pruner - bass
Yamal Said - drums
Bob Hoffnar - pedal steel
Kullen Fuchs - trumpet
Eric Walz - trombone

Thank you to KUTX 98.9 FM, Peter Babb, Cliff Hargrove, Matt Reilly, and Laurie Gallardo.

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