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Waltz The Slug

from The Way The Hook Bends by Tyler Dettloff

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lyrics

Hell is too hot so send me back North
where my Banjo won't melt
while I waltz the slug.
I sweat as I dug up all my drinking.
Now I hear Superior sinking.

Hell is too hot but my veins have met concrete hugs:
Sledge hammer slips, jagged entanglement.
Lacerations and lament never went together.
I pluck my own feathers
in this damn heat.
I'm on a nudist bender.

Strip songs naked to bare characters witnessing timeless plots
with no settings, but spots like Hell and North.
Light the torch, burn a hole to my Heaven.
My sins never forgiven.
Let it burn 'cause I'm a ghost.

I don't sear or roast, splintered in purgatory.
Repeating a Northern story:
chains, blades, and walkway stains.
She's adorned the whore, tripped once on the rug.
A fall from grace
into Love.

Was chewed up and swallowed up,
carved up and spit out.
Without a doubt, money will make them buy it.
Money will make them try it,
all thousand acres,
just to be gone.

Walden had his pond and Kerouac had his lanes.
Logging men got madness and fevers.
Chompin the bit, tail chasing their own beavers.
Wearing trails so thin that the demons reach through.

Hell is too hot so send me back North
where my Banjo won't melt while I waltz the slug.

Nobody tells about it but there's a calm after the storm
when the dead beat the drum.
And the smoke sings along.
And the smoke sings along.

The ruins do a slow dance, the floods do a crawl.
Procession of the thunder, recession of prayer.
Waltz the lightning, spirits fill the air.
And the smoke sings along.
And the smoke sings along.
And the smoke sings along.
And the smoke sings along.
And the smoke sings along.

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from The Way The Hook Bends, released April 15, 2015

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Tyler Dettloff Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan

Musician and poet from the swampy Delirium Wilderness of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, Tyler performs and records with Lost Dog Records.

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