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letra de our fathers were models for god - showbread

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[verse 1: whitney depaoli, josh porter, josh porter & whitney depaoli]
when i die come cross my arms
like a vampire split by a peg
and lay me down ‘neath an apricot tree
so the whole orchard knows i am dead

and let the hummingbirds
drink the syrup and honey from
the split melon of my head
and when the branch casts out the fruit
and they tumble low to the earth

let the stones of a warm rotten peach
follow my bones ‘neath the dirt
and animals will perch on the shoots
of what grows from the manure of my hurt

[pre-chorus: whitney depaoli, josh porter, josh porter & whitney depaoli]
the universe will call a sapling
from the socket of my eye
and when my soul will wind round the trellis
just like i never died
just like i never died

[chorus: whitney depaoli]
or set my wrists in manacles
and fix me to a stone
and lance my bloated abdomen
and strip me to the bone
or set my wrists in manacles
and fix me to a stone
and lance my bloated abdomen
and strip me to the bone

[bridge: josh porter]
laid bare for the revolt, shivering and nude
before the indifference
the final watershed, when i can’t see through
all the blackened knuckles
twisting round my head

[outro: josh porter & whitney depaoli]
and my drying eyes will watch the skies
for an eagle somewhere in the squall
won’t somebody eat my liver?
doesn’t anyone love me at all?

- showbread

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