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Buffalo Skinner

from Depression Era Guitar by Wumbo

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lyrics

Buffalo skinner, master of my tools, speak to me how I understand
Great plains melody, dust bowl is choking (me), but I’m seeking salvation by my own words
Sirens and fireworks like gunshots in movies that I’ve already seen… that I have already seen
My Hooversville is so hot tonight–I’m itching to write something, to make something right

Are you in the air?
Give me some words for this moment now
I hope you surround
The people that should know you now
My heart is on my sleeve
If you’re in the air I’ll believe

Sleeping outside again it’s so hot tonight– my insides are bold and bright
A simple song with simple words I hope you hear exactly what I mean, what I want you to understand
I have the same machine, but I don’t play as clean. I still haven’t killed anyone, fascists have all but won
My communist troubadour my willcall from far away, writing for magazines, waiting for relief

Are you in the air?
Give me some words for this moment now
I hope you surround
The people that should know you now
My heart is on my sleeve
If you’re in the air I’ll believe

Overlapping vocals:
The rain will baptize us of words from those I do not trust
The lakes and rivers will flood but by my hands I’ll build a damn
For you I’ll try and know that I could mean exactly what I say
If I am heard I’ll know that I have made something and I hope that:

You are in the air
Give me some words for this moment now
I hope you surround
The people that should know you now
My heart is on my sleeve
If you’re in the air I’ll believe

Second Vocals:
I’m not sure what I’m doing here
Friends killed across the hemispheres
Are now state-sanctioned here at home
But don’t turn off that metronome

You’d think yourself in a nightmare
Tied down with HD in a chair
Hearing names who i have sung of before,
Who I’ve been burned by before!

And they don’t dissipate
While loved ones fully can spew hate
As we take up six-strings again
With child militias moving in

Then there’s all of this new heat
That turns each one of us to meat
Can't even look to stars above –
The sky’s on fire where they come from

The red scare has returned again
While we’re supposed to all join hands
When the land ain’t mine and only yours
And Gulfstream water temperatures

Promise the flood to our neighbors –
Yeah fuck the fog if you’ve got yours!
This land’s deranged, has lost its mind
And no one cares just what it’s worth to just survive!

You want my two cents? Pocket them and all the more you come across
Until you have enough of them to invest in the deconstruct
That shares that wheat with big and small – this land is ours, after all!
We bleed the blood of gold beyond; this ribbon’s ripped, we have been robbed!

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from Depression Era Guitar, released August 19, 2022
Video by James Murphy

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