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Celia WOODSMITH

DUBL HANDI SUITE

Bucket of Iron

C. Woodsmith

 

My feet are like a bucket of iron

My body is a glass of milk

And when I lay my body in your bed at night

I cause it to tilt

 

Down toward the center of the earth

Where all our fears do lay

my feet are like a bucket of iron

And my hands help me grab on to stay

 

So when I lay my body in your bed at night

and you drink me on down

I raise my hands up to the moonlight

And hope that I don’t drown

 

I see the crumbs you left upon the pillow

Another whose body is your bread

And when she lays her body on your bed at night

She tilts it up toward your head

 

With all the memories of her passing

No water to drink her down

So when I lay my body on your bed at night

Your throat is parched and ground

 

And oh I know these buckets on my feet

Oh I know

They’ll sink me deep deep deep

 

Raw against the piece you took of her body

And I wont tell you no

So my feet are like a bucket of iron

They keep me moving away so slow

 

Cold Cold Ground

C. Woodsmith

 

You gotta lay that body in the cold, cold ground

lay that body in the ground.

You gotta lay that body in the cold, cold ground,

lay that body in the ground.

 

When you get there, when you get there,

in the cold cold ground,

when you get there, when you get there in the ground.

When you get there, when you get there, in the cold, cold ground,

I never saw a body rise from the ground.

 

You gotta go up that mountain, from the cold, cold ground,

you gotta go up that mountain from the ground.

You gotta go up that mountain from the cold, cold ground,

climb up that mountain from the ground.

The Most
C. Woodsmith

Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes
Make love with the window open
So everybody knows
That we’re finding a new pastime, without any of our clothes
I’m drinking in your skin dear, like nobody else knows

Come back to bed dear, I want you the most
Of any of my vices, you exorcise my ghosts
I let go of my body, I let go of my soul,
I’m nothing in your arms dear, that’s what I love the most.

Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes
Make love with the curtains open
So everybody knows
That we’re finding a new pastime, that can’t be put to prose
I’m nothing in your arms dear, that’s what I love the most.