Give the pluck a fucking rest

Gimme some strum-drop-strum

Beat, strum-drop-strum thump

Bass and backbeat drum, stump, back weak-knee strum

Croon a voice of country pluck

Spread a drop of country folk, damn, wisdom

Spill my city veins with clean, clean fold-ing

I long til I belong, shake til I share my grave

Numb in the mirror, mute -

And I will strain my jaw

Clench my teeth, my teeth to listen

I need sound when silence spills

I am absent

I am gut-strung from wires

Alight, I float

Endometrial echoes perform orchestrally

[Fuck that noise]

Ban-ban-jo, rise, damn, rise, rise

Crescendo