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Mangy Love

by Cass McCombs

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1.
Bum Bum Bum 05:00
The white dog of the farm still breeds she’s off her leash to tear flesh and teach bum bum bum You think you’ve heard it all before well, here’s once more we’re all at war bum bum bum Blood in the streets, our eternal river I know the killer he counts my silver bum bum bum They ambushed them behind the reeds these are our seeds white dog still breeds bum bum bum They say, “Buy when there’s blood in the streets even if the blood is your own” so they employed men far away to turn against their home centuries in the distant mist but it’s not a dream No, it aint no dream, it’s all too real how long until this river of blood congeals? bum bum bum And eulogies poured from the stage but nothing changed the dog was caged bum bum bum And white bread artists won’t even look at you when they know it’s true what you gonna do? bum bum bum Thought I heard some woman screaming and I sat up in my bed and I went over to the window and I saw him in the cold street, lying dead oh, please tell me, you academics how do you wake up from a non-dream? No, it aint no dream, it’s all too real how long until this river of blood congeals? bum bum bum Sent a letter to my congressman the Ku Klux Klan from my pierced hands bum bum bum They sent me back an apple phone a fine-hair comb and a bell tolled bum bum bum The phone rang once and the line went dead all blood runs red white pups still bred bum bum bum
2.
Rancid Girl 04:23
You’re a rancid girl in a rancid world but I don’t mind You’re only 17 almost woman you can almost vote but I know you won’t You got fucked-up hair and fucked-up teeth a dead look in your eye that like to see everybody die You’re bad I mean you smell bad you talk a lot and it’s always bad What Fresno tweeker’s ashtray you crawl from under? You’re been to Hell and back give old men heart attack else they’ll blow out their brains you drive other women insane I’d hate you but I want you more you could make a lot of money I’ll say no more you’re rancid You carry cortisone cream you’re a young man’s dream four years I’ve been clean now I think I’ll shoot myself You got rancid skin and a rancid blouse you got the disposition of a dirty bomb mixed with Minnie Mouse You keep your jacket on the floor and your pipe on your self think I’ll go to Louisiana just hang to myself You keep your jacket on the floor and your pipe in your hand the future so uncertain when you’re in demand You got a diet of Mike and Ikes and fresh mongoose you’re favorite movie- Every Which Way But Loose You’re a rancid girl in a rancid world but I don’t mind
3.
Sugar and spice and everything weird a tug on Jupiter's beard equal parts bay, henbane and kelp a tooth from a spotted wolf's whelp garlic, cayenne, turmeric and lime a wood spoon to stir into slime who's laugh? Medicine, funky medicine nasty medicine medicine, kinky medicine a taste of your own medicine Sister Moon whisper the words over the fire homegrown medicine Sensual purple of a deeper shade visions flash on a new blade Montezuma's flesh; licorice tomb the smile of a young girl in bloom add whatever you want for taste and share! Don't let it go to waste! who's laugh? Medicine, voodoo medicine Chinese medicine medicine, tantric medicine a taste of your own medicine honey, a little too much, exactly right who's laugh? Medicine, goofy medicine country medicine medicine, freaky medicine a taste of your own medicine Medicine, cellular medicine planetary medicine medicine, outlaw medicine laughter is the best medicine
4.
The ceiling’s on the floor floor’s in the refrigerator what of the door? it’s there no more When it rains inside there’s nowhere to hide which is why I’m all sunshine Aint nobody warned you aint nobody warned me too if Hell is above you you’re even lower than I knew oh why does it rain inside? Mine is an opposite house rain inside when it’s sunny out outside in inside out One step forward, two steps back they say opposites attract but they haven’t tracked in my odd shack The opposite of white isn’t black but rainbow blood this house is too narrow and made from endangered wood oh why does it rain inside? How do you make a magnet? you create a potential just an old refrigerator magnet repelled and pulled tell me why… Living in a golden age why do these words sound so strange? nothing’s changed inside this cage From the window I can see you coming back to me how can this be? my window’s a tree Pet snakes in the hall pet snakes, wall to wall coiling where the mice crawl winter, spring, summer and fall oh why does it rain inside?
5.
Help me help me to remember to forget to forget what hasn’t happened yet knock me down that mystic slide again Tell me tell me about Medusa’s outhouse Medusa’s outhouse had a hornets’ nest stone me if I didn’t pass the test Season of the slug crawling up the vine music like a crow in the gold sunshine the rest is up to dreams don’t leave me hanging upside down Music music to forget the little strings forget who we are and everything undressing in the theater our rayon wings Calliope dancing on thin air ambrosia cotton candy until we’re free from care the rest is up to dreams don’t leave me hanging upside down If it’s so easy, you try here, you try here, if it’s so easy, you try Dancing dancing and music are sisters sisters are good listeners listeners are good kissers Say nothing if you don’t want to say slow down if you’re going my way the rest is up to dreams don’t leave me hanging upside down
6.
Flyin over the sun, escapin with a singed ass-feather crazy bird, plungin fast toward the concrete nether death defyin aint think much of tryin just flyin Low low flyin bird don’t scrape your beak low flyin bird, don’t sink let me ride over the canyon wide let me ride low flyin bird, don’t dive A bird called Where, searchin for her dismembered love lighting strickin all around, travelin from the way above boy that’s looks like fun until the day is done fly Low low flyin bird don’t scrape your beak low flyin bird, don’t sink let me ride over the canyon wide let me ride low flyin bird, don’t dive All my dreams I’d burn to fly windfallin out the clear sky mistle and a kiss goodbye
7.
Cry 04:45
No gold for bards no laurel enough to bushel into a bed you tell me one thing and do the other- that’s weird! No more cliche songs nothing less than every once of your heart though horses could easily pull me apart no rhetoric and no gold for bards Digging for carrots in the moonlight like an immigrant tearing through plastic bags like an addict you tell me one thing and do the other- that’s weird! Are you still listening? I can’t do nothing for you, can’t you see I have no feet? we’re like two peas in a pod- Netflix and die go on and cry go on and cry You’re lost for the search for Agartha you’re lost up your own ass lost in the oil rainbow’s blue purple shine lost in bad poetry lost in logic lost in a racist bourgeois town They say the remedy for heartache is to drink actual gypsy tears is always adds up to the price of salt, why? go on and cry go on and cry The ancients wrote it in the earth and the good spirits all are drunk go on and cry go on and cry
8.
They’re coming at you from all sides to imprint your body and say they didn’t the highest authority on Cheez Whiz hiding behind a Supreme Court urinal run, sister, run Or do male justices piss in a squat? our sister lives in a squat that pisses on justice Justice is blind and a woman to boot these boots are made for marching and that’s justice too run, sister, run They say silly woman can’t organize a spice rack and when we say they we mean us part of the time we are all one but not today fish tomorrow, not today run, sister, run Run back to the park, they’ll roll you a cig, free run to any immigrant detention facility run you back to the jailhouse for NOT talking shit on their ugly wives and kids run, sister, run Run you up a thirty foot totem pole run, sister, tell the people run your life if you’re not careful tell Father Time his daughters are waiting run, sister, run My sister’s a Queen, she aint no concubine don’t call my sister no concubine, she is the Mother of Creation who are you? who are you to call her a concubine? don’t you know you got to forgive that you may be forgiven? run, sister, run Men- respect your sister and respect your Queen be good to your woman, my man, and she will free you sister- forgive your man that he may rise from bondage only you sister, only you my Queen can free the man run, sister, run Full moon in Pisces, a reflective riddle illusory shadows upon open wounds wars of our fathers bouncing like a pinball machines between me and my brother stands our sister, don’t shoot! run, sister, run
9.
In a chinese alley in February I found a frozen girl naked under ice In a chinese alley in February you can find all sorts of things like a box inside a box inside another box Dry cleaner window covered in a film of white chemical salt black exhaust Brigid straddled her space heater on her leg a handmade tattoo of a straight line She tells me not to belabor too long why the cold gets me hard as a statue She hanged by a tune above the organ “A tune for we have nothing else” singing sweet mediteranian while her universe went missing You got to make your own music from inside a chinese box we sipped on the fell laughter of green tea Nobody staying too long there at the crossroads drone taxis pointed in the direction of a bridge to evil Goodnight love love goodnight goodnight love love goodnight
10.
It 05:12
It is not wealth to have more than others it is not peace when others are in pain It perched there coiling light though that many years ago I remember the feeling like it was today a strange feeling like a living memory like a weird kind of stranja-vu or something I want to know, I want to know how can it stop when there’s nowhere to go? It is not vicory to murder thousands in battle it is not health to take vitamins and excercise Then what’s even stranger is the moment it left the memory feeling, it grew very dim and we all were in disagreement about what we had seen and Trevor said, “If you’ve seen it, it just dropped you off” I want to know, I want to know where was it from? and where did it go? All its life, wandering all of mine, wondering It is neither animated nor unanimated vegetable nor machine, real nor unreal it exists as ‘It’, in fact we can’t even be sure of that and there it is, a strange group memory I want to know, I want to know how can it stop when there’s nowhere to go? I want to know, I want to know where was it from? and where did it go?
11.
Switch 04:14
You’re so black and white polarized by the aisle light you flicker in my ear “Let’s put some color in this premiere” You always have the line you’re both coarse and you’re so fine in a theater, blind come closer til we’re intertwined Turn you on, you light up the room turn you off, it’s dark as a tomb you’re like a switch You belong to you that’s why I love the things you do come on out, it’s May Day “Everyone’s a whore in their own way” Even when you’re throwing shade caught in the fold of your own blade a piggy or a thief I love you always through joy and grief Turn you on, you light up my soul turn you off, it’s black as coal you’re like a switch The law of love aint fair easy for one, leaves another in despair travelling the stars “We live in each other’s hearts” Loaded then you’re clean I want to crawl up into your screen someday you’ll fly away “That’s the mark of magic, I’d say” Turn you on, you light up the world turn you off, you make my blood curdle you’re like a switch Turn you on, turn you off turn you on, turn you off you’re like a switch
12.
I'm A Shoe 06:17
Well, goodbye God, going to Bodie am I going to Bodie, looking for a good time goodbye good people, you can’t help me anymore I’m going down for sure I’m a shoe and so are you Well, goodbye God, going to Bodie am I going to Bodie, looking for a good time I’d follow you until the end of this Earth but Bodie comes first I’m a shoe and so are you Well, goodbye God, going to Bodie am I going to Bodie, looking for a good time lower down than the roots of a pine tree don’t waste your prayers on me I’m a shoe and so are you

credits

released August 26, 2016

All songs Cass McCombs, copyright Die Sect (BMI)
Produced by Rob Schnapf, Cass McCombs & Dan Horne
Engineered by Brian Rosemeyer
Mixed by Rob Schnapf
Tracks 6 & 11 mixed by Dan Horne at Lone Palm, LA
Track 12 Produced & Mixed by Sam Griffin Owens at Figure 8 in Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Mark Chalecki

Players:
Stuart Bogie
Rev. Goat Carson
Mike Gordon
Kurt Heasley
HOOPS
Dan Horne
Dan Iead
Jesse Lee
Cass McCombs
Blake Mills
Jack Name
Angel Olsen
Lee Pardini
Ariel Rechtshaid
Joe Russo
Ryan Sawyer
Farmer Dave Scher
Jon Shaw
Bongo Sidibe
Aaron Sperske
Maxwell Wang
Wilder Zoby

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Friends and family, Fort William Management, Dave Godowsky, Jane E Henderson, Ami Spishock, Paradigm Agency, Kevin French, Lucy Beach, Earth Agency, Isla Angus, Pitch Perfect PR, Jessica Linker, Yellow Book Strangers, Haim, Downtown Publishing, Lucas P Hass, Heavy Duty Publishing, Josh Kessler, Ariel Rechtshaid, Chris Kasych, Max Wang, Rostam Batmanglij, King Size Soundlabs, Joe Halbardier, Aimee Hunter, Andrew Costigan, Oscar Miguel Santos, D’Addario Strings, Planet Waves, Vans, Fishman, Larry The O, ANTI Records, King V crew

cover photo: Rachael Cassells
back illustration: Albert Herter
doily hearts: Jacob Hascup
layout: Trevor Hernandez

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