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The Blood Brothers

Spit Shine Your Black Clouds

 

Spit Shine Your Black Clouds

(album: Young Machetes - 2006)


You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass
John Lennon and the Rolling Stones crooning in plastic bags

Spit shine your black luck now, baby

You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk
Everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top

But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds

You're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel
They repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too

Spit shine your black clouds now, baby

And what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?

Gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby

First you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night
Then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass
Your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack
And you've got two little sisters still in school
What'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do?

Just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
And pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun

Out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date
Said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late

Spit shine your black luck now, baby

Fall asleep to the tv the cops are talking tough
To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home

But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds

Once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun
Took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong

Spit shine your black luck
(Spit shine your black luck)
Spit shine your black luck
(Spit shine your black luck)
Spit shine your black luck
(Spit shine your black luck)

The sky's so desolate like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon
You sit in bed writing love letters to yourself

No black ink on the black paper, baby

Stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep
Day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade

"Spit shine your black clouds now, baby."

All your best friends grow up to be successful actresses
All your bitter enemies died of liver failure in Kent, Washington trailers
All your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown

The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud
The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud
The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud

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