Gretel

The Dregs Lyrics

Salt

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(a meditation on the book of Jonah)

Tastes like salt:—my mouth

There’s not enough water in this town to wash it out

It’s a bitter pill. It’s gotta go down

I sold my soul in a deal with the devil now the devil wants out

No use making space to draw a line

The wilderness will cross it every time

O, woe

There ain’t no shame like mine

I tied my heart to the tracks of the Norfolk Southern railway line

Now, it’s a phantom limb. I built a phantom shrine

It wakes me up in the middle of the night with its phantom whine

The worm don’t die; it just eats up the vine

All the things I killed are things that make me pine

I wish I could be found

I wish I could turn this mess around

I wish the past would go lie down

Go lie down

I held my breath

I held my tongue

I held my peace and my temper

The kingdom didn’t come

It made me sore

It made me odd

It’s not enough:

Language

The ghost of god

Language and the ghost of god