to the black you were my lady divine
'Cause my children are in hiding
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days »
Lady Divine
To Be Still
by Alela Diane
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candles shifted
shifted their shapes
here is the pestle and mortar
that ground the poison seed
a lute, a suit for jousting
and the poems »
The Colonial Wing [*]
The Wishing Chair
by 10,000 Maniacs
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comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If »
Outsider
Tubthumper
by Chumbawamba
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of feces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle »
Creepy Crawling
Tubthumper
by Chumbawamba
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You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar.
You're first love's new order, mother nature's son.
King of the everglades.
Population one.
I »
Blue Eyes
Kaputt
by Destroyer
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bactericides distilled in casks
Formaldahyde, ether, lividinous tinctures
Medicinal vegetation we've culled
A pestle grinds these pharmaceuticals - »
Wrought in Hell
Death After Life
by Impaled
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time folds
Time ceases
And pestle grindes the mortar
The mortar turns to dust
The metal turns to rust
Words they fail they fall apart
The corn it »
They Returned to Their Earth (For My Christ Thorn)
As the World Disappears
by Current 93
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I am the wanderer's wandering daughter
Wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar
I love as I breathe and leave as I live
My cast iron shield's »
Wandering Daughter
I'm Sorry That Sometimes I'm Mean
by Kimya Dawson
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