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Road Back Home

from Black Mission Figs by Matt Oleksa

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He leans against the window
On a Greyhound bus
Chill of death on the breath
Of a better known as a drunk
Towns passin’ by
Strangers passin’ gin
Stars slippin’ through his grip into
The sweetness of the sin

There’s come a time
Everyone’s alone
Pay the piper
On the road back home

Sky like blood, like brass above
The Bear Mount Motel
Deep in there—orange blossom in her hair
Drink from the well
Something pulls her outside
Her toes touch the ground
Smoke on the wind, comin' ‘round the bend
No one else around

There’s come a time
Everyone’s alone
Pay the piper
On the road back home

There’s a whorehouse near New Orleans
Creoles call the Vine
Many the man—pearl in hand
Beggin’ tide for time
Red-cold emptiness
Steel-cold as the clay
Two doors down, another around
Blue room where she lay

There’s come a time
Everyone’s alone
Pay the piper
On the road back home

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from Black Mission Figs, released June 16, 2015
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitars, harmonica, percussion, organ, foghorn, rope
Kevin Bass: bass
Erik Roget: brushes, backup vocals

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