Reap
Words and Music by Joe Bolinger

Weepin waters cut the stone
like razors through a child's bones.
Eat me out of house and home,
And sweep my cupboards bare.
And the cows low
by the silo
out my window
watch the corn grow.

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Reap, reap, take them in their sleep.
Harvest what you keep all to yourself.
Sow, Sow, touch their face just so.
Everyone you know and no one else.

Whiskey dances round your blood,
drowning her like Noah's blood.
Choke your lover on the mud
that spews out of your mouth.
And her beauty
don't suit you
til you come to
when the day's through. 

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All that beg and bark and burn
are lining up to take their turn
erasing everything they've learned
and everything they are. 
and the cows lo
out your window
hear them just so
when the wind blows. 

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