JUSTIN LACY | Songwriting
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It won’t snow in December
It won’t snow a whole year
It don’t snow at all here
It don’t snow at all

 

Gather the ladder we got at the Sears
Fake felt-y snow, white wire deer
Untangle the garland and icicle lights
Khaki shorts, sleeveless sweater, staple gun and I’m sweatin’
Checkin’ the bulbs and checkin’ ‘em twice
Santa cap, red and yellow; Santa hat perspiration
Dust it off and hang it up and drape it, tape it, tack it
I would love to tell you
“Oh, I could hold you warm at night”
Oh but, Baby, it ain’t cold outside

 

This one’s from Tina and this one’s for Tina
It’s tagged from Aunt Laura under the tree and
This one’s “from” and this one’s “for”
Wrappings collect for the cat on the floor
Cover your toes, air conditioner’s cold
Cat punctures paper and pounces on bows
Rip it open, rip it open, tear it, tear it, tell it,
I would love to tell you,
“Oh, I could hold you warm at night”
Oh, but, Baby, it ain’t cold outside
Oh, an 80 degree Yuletide High
Oh, Baby, it ain’t cold outside



Satellite
Is it bright out there,
Overgrown,
In the tendrils of shade
All your hair’s entangled
In your kudzu crown
It’s all vining and blooming
Untamable

 

And when we hit calm it was soaking in miles of moonlight
Settled in orchards and vineyards in acres of rows
And over all the fields
Hung satellites
Each inviting us to bathe
And settle in the soil
Over each, another moon
That we couldn’t choose

 

And when we hit love I just coddled and loved it away
Settled and tied to a bed twin-sized alone
Blindfolded
By ambitious vine
I heard awful laughter
Felt their flashlights rise
Seeking and destroying
Untamable

 

It’s a massacre
Of every hue
A million moons
Remain to settle
Over all the farms
And over all their fields
A noxious weed
Remains to settle



It was an aimless congregation of structures in their servitude
A haphazard hamlet hung on the far face of a foreign moon
Unnamed, unpaved, unshaded, caked in the direst of mud
A tomb of termination at the mouth of a gamma ray flood
And it runs in cold blood



We lie and we stay out, we walk about, and breathe the night air
And we coax a fire, in envelope’s and postal-note’s tin
And here they come, oh shit, hide.
The headlights are growing
Hide. Under pampas-grass hangings

 

And they chase us through the quiet
They run us through the warm air
And they force us through the forest
And we keep on running
Go! Run! Hide! Run!

 

We cut the ocean, on splinters and fishermen’s lines
And with nothing left to do, we slip ourselves on back inside
Crawl under covers, and we hide.
From all that is out there. We close our eyes and we
Hide. Behind sheetrock-wall shelters.

 

And they chase us through the quiet
And they run us through the warm air
And they force us through the forest
And we keep on running
Go! Run! Hide! Run!



Hey Bottom Feeder, with your faith in the mud
Hey Bottom Feeder, twisting in ashes and suds
Don’t you wanna come up?
Hey Bottom Feeder, tell them bout the way it was

 

Hey Bottom Feeder, with the clang of the dawn
Hey Bottom Feeder, big bang get back it’s bigger than you
Cause the ghost won’t shake it for you
Hey Bottom Feeder, darling, won’t you let em go home?

 

Oh, siphon this soul mine. What love is enough, huh?
I know. You can’t cut loose from this muck.
Ghost aint coming right up. Ghost ain’t feeling no touch.

 

Omnipotent honey, the power is nice
Knowing is poison, but the being entices the plight
And you’re fed nickels and dimes
Oh Bottom Feeder hangs the middle, but I don’t exist in this scheme

 

Can you mend me, shepherd of loons?
Can you holler at em, make a dollar healing them wounds?
Can you pull it out, suck a rheumatism out of her bones?
Pull it out, pull it out, pull it out
Oh Bottom Feeder, can’t you cut it or deliver us home?

 

Oh, siphon this soul mine. What love is enough, huh?
I know. You can’t cut loose from this muck.
Ghost ain’t coming right up. Ghost ain’t feeling no touch.

 

Hey Bottom Feeder, with your faith in the mud
Hey Bottom Feeder, twisting in ashes and suds
Don’t you wanna come up?
Oh Bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
Oh Bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
Oh bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.



If ever you decide you’re coming home
The room is yours
It’s just the way you’d want it
It’s just for you:
I hung your posters on the wall
I have your photos on your desk
I have your curtains hanging thick,
So the sun won’t shine on in
But the dust sure does stick

 

If ever you decide you’re coming back
This severance ends
I could just stop waiting
Just for you
I set your pillow on your bed
I set your poems up on the mantle
I set fire to your cigarettes
And forgot about the rest
Oh, you’re all I know



Give me your eyes
That crow’s feet gaze
Tampered wirings
Tangle up August

 

Your eyes, my eyes,
Soon ought to fade
Come autumn time
I’m burning this house down

 

When embers ash and stray from smoke,
We’ll stray, not to waste another summer

 

Cause this is as young,
As we’ll ever be
Let go of me
Give me your eyes

 

If only our arms had held our youth
In the stare and the touch of each other

 

But this is as young
As we’ll ever be
Look unto me
Give me your eyes

 

Don’t ignore me lone
Erase me like some relative
You’re tired of dealing with

 

Love is alone
If there was a connection
I think I was wired wrong

 

Circuits overload,
There’s nothing but ashes now
But the view’s far more beautiful

 

Way out
I’ll Find a way out
Far away out
I’ll find a way

 

Open your eyes, older cedars climb outside



I will buy you a shake
I will buy you a shake
The windshields clear of frost, engine’s hot, and the car’s heating up
And when your sweet tooth stops, I will even throw away your cup
It’s non-recyclable
It’s made of Styrofoam
I buried it in soil
Six feet underneath
The portion of your bed
Where your pillow rings a halo ‘round your head
Go to Sleep, go to sleep

 

I’ll buy you a shake
I’d give you anything
And before we’re underneath
Six feet of soil
When our blood sugar soars
I will still be yours
I’ll sing “Go to sleep, go to sleep”



Wrap me up in cellophane
Package me for masquerade
Box me up and tape me in
Cellophane the whole thing again

 

Hold me up and let me go
Abandon me in florescent appraisal
If you don’t abstain from cellophane and leave
Bag me up and take me home

 

Check me out and let me go
Store me in a reserved and brimming depot
If you don’t abstain from cellophane and leave
Break me out and make me yours

 

Wrap me up in cellophane
Package me for masquerade
Box me up and tape me in
Cellophane the whole thing again



Sister said to me, “remember Franklin’s Grocery?
We’d cop the liquor from the boys in the back
And we’d get drunk and fall and laugh and count our clouds
Drifting silhouettes of ourselves.”
But sister saw the boys and her belly took to swell
So I’d get the liquor myself
Stumbling alone on a sidewalk, praying lord
Lord, don’t see my falling now,
in the sunshine round and round

 

Sister said to me, “take away my baby,
Take him away from me
Cause the devil is real, he’s raking away in my living room
Dragging, on everything I own.”
So I took baby to the garden and I brushed the gnats away
I hid him in the shade
And I think he may have smiled at the children, ringing-a-rosie around
And I think I may have smiled,
In the sunshine round and round

 

Sister said to me, “don’t you bring that child around,
Take him away from me
His daddy ain’t coming home, my mind is worn with mockingbird song
Take him away from me”
But with one shot of gin, it’s hard not to side with sleep
And I don’t recall if I dreamed
But I awoke to hear the neighbors crying loud
And sister, dragging baby on the ground
In the sunshine round and round