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Funeral Psalms

by PM Buys

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I found you on the winter solstice day So cold was your gaze My lanterns flame froze in place I knew, my dear You’d swoon me down into my grave My dear, you are no good but I’m entrapped Just one more tongue-lash And I’ll be writing up an epitaph To be displayed When you swoon me down into my grave When you strap me to that chair I’ll be calm And I will get along Singing out funeral psalms Till you flip that switch And swoon me down into my grave.
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The Yard 02:44
The wild dog Drenched in slaughterhouse blood That’s dripping down Corroded brown Gutters towards his mouth And the pigeons carrying Wings of the heron To elevate Above the gates For the scraps of meat that lie about I stand in the slaughterhouse Simply wanting out The rats on the boulevard Lining the slaughter yard Hair that’s ruffled Creep through rubble For they are finding Their way in The manager He ensures That I am paid A living wage When my heart Is the only one beating I stand in the slaughter house Simply wanting out.
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Ohio 02:29
I plan to break off south Find some labor to put food in my mouth Be miles away, by nightfall today I won't hear you if you scream or shout And if you call out my name My reaction won't be the same But many a men can fulfill your plan Have them take a ticket and wait O-hi-e-o, O-hi-e-aye Forty dollars in the bottom of my boots O-hi-e-o, O-hi-e-aye I'll be crossing it with out you, girl Crossing that river without you When I hit southern Illinois If you're still hoping to employ Me as your man, sorry darling you can't That opportunity you destroyed I'll be marching towards Cairo With two feet on fire-o Passed boarded up shacks, rusted Cadillacs Towards the banks of the Ohio O-hi-e-o, O-hi-e-aye Forty dollars in the bottom of my boots O-hi-e-o, O-hi-e-aye I'll be crossing it with out you, girl Crossing that river without you.
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Sad Stranger 07:13
O, sad stranger, strange happenstance creates two neighbors O, picture painter, drawn to you, as pen to paper O, poinsettia planter, in the twelfth month of the year O, drunken dancer, your toes on mine, shoulders draped in cashmere One message indiscreet On the night that we did meet Cast our bodies in motion oblique One heart that loosely leaps Bound to another of deceit Creates a hesitant love, skin-deep And its this hesitant love we keep I, unfatiguing muser, live within my thought-dreams I, substance abuser, alter up my bloodstream I, organ grinder, will spin the hymns I know I, mineral miner, still ache for flakes of gold Two cigars that hardly drawed Filled the basement room with smog As one mind filled with distraught Two potential plots If something new is sought Something else will surely be lost We'll be lost O, Chicago dweller, how nice that you live near O, fortune teller, proclaiming love our new frontier O, evening comfort, caressing skin in your afghan O, madness convert, finding me, a starving man Three courses you prepared For a dinner we could share Made my mind well aware Three in the scenery And one sits here with me Yet I love the other something awfully Something awfully I, speaking bleakly, shouldn't hold a heart I, threaded cheaply, will unravel apart I, a song and dance, can’t wish reciprocation I, a false romance, still harbor hesitation Four hours spent in plight Came like clockwork with the night As the chimney fire smoldered to the right Four shadows, loose then tight Danced on the wall despite Forced mirroring of movements of the light A lullaby for the eyes, when feeling quite contrite.
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Die With Me 03:31
I asked for your fear in life Expecting rattlesnakes or knives You said to die To die alone, and into the pillow you cried Die with me Drowned in the water Skin salted and covered A casket of seaweed Die with me I picked my questions carefully Learned you fear monotony The weekday brings Ripened to wrinkles through days of settling You can work with me Early day Coffee made Our forty hour week You can work with me I’ll work and arrive punctually But you know I always yearned to be A folk singer Will we still lay naked and sing out Aura Lee? By the lampshade in our night, we’ll croon most audibly Sing with me Let your red lips trill Till the room is filled With our drunken harmonies Sing with me Would you spend your life with me Wrestling these types of things Because I want you Take me mama, I am yours to keep Love with me In our bed With the summer sweat Entangled blissfully Love with me.

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The first track (Funeral Psalms) comes to you from a pocket recorder, in an apartment stairwell. The rest were recorded in a single session at the studio of Scott O'Dell - a great man to whom I owe many thanks. Take this album for free, please. If you enjoy it, or take something from it, all I ask is that you share it with another.

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released January 21, 2014

Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals.........PM Buys
Vocals........................................Emily Volz
Mixing/Mastering.......................Scott O'Dell
Album Artwork...........................Hannah Bugos

Copyright © 2014 PM Buys. All rights reserved.

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PM Buys Chicago, Illinois

Chicago folksinger P.M. Buys stands as any building from his city’s skyline would, stretched high and slender. With a harmonica slung from his neck and a well-aged guitar in his hands, he appears to compartmentally fit his Midwest predecessors like Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan. Those elements, twisted with thorough classical guitar training and intense lyricism, combine for a sound entire his own. ... more

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