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Honeymoon After a Rain

by Matt Oleksa

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1.
Hold on, sister Hold on while it passes through Hold on, sister Hold on and you'll find you soon Hold on and you’ll find you Hold on, brother Hold on while it passes through Hold on, brother Hold on and you’ll find you soon Hold on and you'll find you
2.
Mosey 01:40
Miss Mosey—broke, cold Teeth pearly—crowned with gold Toes painted, eyeballs, too Lookin’ at her but talkin’ to you Stunned, stunted, cast off, sacked Home is a house and the house been shacked Ask for Ike, goes by Jack Looks like a James—don’t look back Carry on, Mosey You know he’d want you to You’re well-versed In the language of the cursed Come on, you can make it through All for nothin' and nothin' for free Quarter down, up a barren tree Ain't she a picture, ain't it nice Gift it to you, half the price Beware of butchers They’ll cut yah ‘cause they can The only rule In the land of the mule Do not trust an honest man Tear the ticket, dust the broom Show you where a bride meets a groom Have your cake, eat it too Roses are red and violets are Carry on, Mosey Like the crow that flies Through worms crawlin’ Through apples fallin’ Through the iron-tinted skies Steel-eyed, sharp-dressed, handsome, but Don’t put on airs, trust your gut Eye for an eye, gold tooth for a face Two for one – comes with a case
3.
And oh so easily She hangs me with a memory On a cold, calculated tack She’s mastered the ways to pin my back To a summer scene ‘tween eight and nine Mesquite cracklin’ ‘neath the pine Trees drippin’ honey-heat Crickets chewin’ around our feet Blue and red make violet And violets grow through holes Between a chicken’s toes I suppose you suppose I care About the way your auburn hair Cups your skin—milky, fair On yellow coat, on groanin’ chair Always again with Greco eyes Catchin’ what’s fallin’ from the skies A dove goes up, a crow comes down Black petals splattered around A wolf on her tippy-toes Dustin’ the break in my nose Between hot light and almost black She’s mastered the ways to pin my back To a summer scene ‘tween eight and nine Mesquite cracklin’ ‘neath the pine Trees drippin’ honey-heat Crickets chewin’ around my feet Blue and red make violet And violets grow through holes Between a chicken’s toes I suppose you suppose I care About the way your auburn hair Cups your skin—milky, fair On yellow coat, near groanin' chair Blue and red make violet And violets grow through holes Between a chicken’s toes
4.
Violet 06:40
Such a pretty hunger Black lace, chiseled face Crows bloomin’ on sycamores Chewin’ bone, chewin’ tendon Branches bendin’, shadows mendin’ You got to give in to get in Shake a hand that’s a needle, kid Concealed, delivered I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world For you, for you, for you Violet Blackmail, blackbird pie Cut it open—where does it take yah? Blue window north of Spain Honeymoon after a rain Go on light yourself a cigarette Lean on the overlookin’ Crumbs of light scattered ‘round wolves on chains I do not feel a thing (ashamed) I feel kind of--woo! I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world For you, for you, for you Violet Cat drug in your raven A mockingbird in its beak If love is a violet bloomin’ Kid, you’re a witch weed You see, I sowed you while you slept tight By the pale light of a cup of milk Flip a coin, see where you’ll cut the catch Above an eye, underbelly I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world For you, for you, for you Violet By the time you get this I’m already gone Smoke on the silk cut, the radio’s on Chan Marshall croonin’ Love Sick Blues Live, Augusta A sun hound licked away the frost On a familiar scene One-legged rooster balanced on a hot tin roof King’s cookin’ I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world I’d forsake the world For you, for you, for you Violet
5.
Some Light 03:06
When the man that led you in lets go of your hand And you open your eyes, see where you stand Stranded in the city like so many before Where it’s a favor for whatever you’re lookin’ for When they pull what’s left from the water, when it’s plain to see Your world ain’t as big as it seemed to be When the Spanish poet turns the phrase on you And you’re hungry, and you’re thirsty, and you’re wonderin’ what to do Would you go home, home, would you get on home? Would you get back on the broken track or get on back home? Train’s at the station—what’s it going to be? Well, it’s time to give back the ticket that was stolen for you In your lingerie—sweet summer rain—honeysuckle bloomin’, too You’re never too old to sing, you’re never too young to die Quit lookin’ for answers, you know the question’s why, oh why, oh why Would you go home, home, would you get on home? Would you get back on the broken track or get on home? Train’s at the station—what’s it going to be?
6.
Henry 02:44
Get up, get up Henry Get up and smell the rain Position, place It’s all been traced Auctioned, sold With the gold Received in cold blood by your brother Get out, get out Henry Wash the scent away He’s onto you His hellhound, too He’s a handsome man Tall, dark, and tan He's got green eyes and he studies evil Now why can’t you see What’s so obvious to me A picture in a frame A namesake for a name Raincoats for rain Pain pills for pain It’s all in vain, they cannot hold yah Get it, get it Henry Get it before it gets you Flow or be filled Spill or be spilled Don’t look back The path is cracked The cards are stacked, cut in favor of the other Now why can’t you see What’s so obvious to me A picture in a frame A namesake for a name Raincoats for rain Pain pills for pain It’s all in vain, they cannot hold yah
7.
This is for Savannah Clarkson Blue She works as a mail clerk In a basement in Romulus, New York He’ll tuck you in a bed of nails He’ll take the wind out of your sails And when you’re sinkin’ like a stone He’ll go and toss you a wishbone (that’s cold) But there’s a catch underneath of this A worm dancin’ with a catfish A net wrapped around a pearl You take the wind, you reap the whirlwind The road drawing a blank The Carnival abandoned on the bank A red herring and a Georgia peach Just sank below the out of reach A girl in blue stockings running through the rye She left a note but the note didn’t say why Go on sweet light crumble ‘cross the break Some things you give, some things you take Row, row, row, row, row, row Row upon the water to the land of honey dreams Row to Byzantium, row to the land of honey dreams Row you pilgrim to the land of honey dreams Row, row, row you pilgrim to the land of honey dreams Row, row, row, row, row, row
8.
Black mountain, mountain Swallowed sun Nothing in you Nothing's one Soul, soul I suppose Where it goes Nothing knows Shawl slung Like a gun Over lavender and old lace Let me guess He gave the best But took a second face Come inside It’s cold outside Throw your pangs upon the fire Slip through your things Gold watch, gold rings And curl into the wood smoke Black mountain, mountain Swallowed sun Nothing in you Nothing's one Soul, soul I suppose Where it goes Nothing knows Nothing's done To everyone In hunger you ain’t unique All and all Let the ashes fall On the wicked and the weak It takes a catch To catch the catch Be found but not received Pull the wool Through the soul Close your eyes and go to hollow, hollow, hollow
9.
Dog rain Mule rain Kind of rain It ain’t rain It’s hooves of thunder shatterin’ tobacco leaves Hold the motion Give me a shot of please Sow wind Reap wind Whirlwind Back again With hammer, chisel, ragweed, and cheap perfume Hold the motion Give a man some room Everybody knows where his lover goes Everybody knows ‘cept poor Jesup Stone Everybody knows where his lover goes Everybody knows ‘cept poor Jesup Stone Strike a light Hot and feather light Red and sheds a light On the seventh night And for a second there’s a face in the trees Hold the motion Give me a shot of please Everybody knows where his lover goes Everybody knows ‘cept poor Jesup Stone
10.
What will the flood wash up? What will the flood wash up? I’d prefer to know before I go What will the flood wash up? A bag of chips Some fingertips Blue prunes Calluses mostly on the left hands What will the flood wash up? What will the flood wash up? I’d prefer to know before I go What will the flood wash up? Look, kiddo There’ll be a black widow And a brown recluse Mutterin’ about statistics on the web What will the flood wash up? What will the flood wash up? I’d prefer to know before I go What will the flood wash up? A mission bell On a cicada shell Believe it or not The moral between the claw marks Good luck

credits

released June 20, 2015

1. Hold On, Sister
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitars, percussion

2. Mosey
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass

3. Chicken Roast (A Painting)
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass, guitar

4. Violet
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, piano, harmonica, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass
Erik Roget: drums, chimes

5. Some Light
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, harmonica, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass, guitar

6. Henry
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitars, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass

7. Trolling for Blues (By Red Light)
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass, guitar

8. Black Mountain
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, banjo, harmonica, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass
Erik Roget: backup vocals
Bridget Brennan: backup vocals

9. Shot of Please
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, harmonica, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass, guitar
Bridget Brennan: vocals

10. What Will the Flood Wash Up?
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, harmonica, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass

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