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Prince of Cats

Prince of Cats

by Jake Edwards on December 30, 2009

d7     am                              Eminor
those Eyes that never left the ground,
g7        C          d7       am       em
no-one made a single lonely sound – around
F G C am
the skeleton people with tight yellow skin.
F G C am
sleepin` all day, on heroin,
DM                                   F
the neighbours only found him
C            C/B             when the buzzards fill’d the sky.
Dm                          F
pouring all the kerosene
C          C/B        am
in your singing eyes

descender G – Gb – E
ONE day
the ground will swallow you up -
ONE day
in the tear blown eyes of god
you ain’t nothing but dust,

G D am C
so sing a sad sad song, if you aint got long,
so sing a sad sad song,if you aint got long

d7     am                              Eminor
I watched you break the furniture,  the french flags in tatters,
the guns from your battles warm & beating
AM                                                E   X 4 end on G
lazy beside you, your head in the stream…
lazy beside you your head in the stream…
lazy beside you your head in the stream…
G D am C
a sad sad song, if you aint got long,
so sing a sad sad song,if you aint got long
a sad sad song, if you aint got long,
so sing a sad sad song,if you aint got long

F G C am
frosted glass hangs about her,
guilty men leave the graves of their fathers

DM                                   F
are stringing u p the children
C            C/B              and
 for heavens sakes why ? .
DM                                   F
the neighbours only found them
C            C/B              am
aft’ the buzzards fill’d the sky.
descender
cause in the tear blown eyes of god you aint nothing but dust.

so take a look around, because the circus has left town
and all the heroes are gathering rust.

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Prince of Cats II

by Jake Edwards on November 24, 2009

U.S. Patent . Design patent for toys (D21/813)...

Some people believe the Ouija board, the talking board, is a simple toy, and some consider them to be highly dangerous objects, capable of opening holes in the fabric of space and time, communicating with Daemons and Elementals. I`ve been working on the Prince of Cats;

those Eyes that never left the ground, no-one made a single sound;
around the sullen faces, maudlin like the poems of inarticulate men staring;
the skeleton people with tight yellow skin. sleepin` all day, on heroin, the neighbours only found him
aft’ the buzzards fill’d the sky.

ONE day the ground is gonna swallow you up - cause in the tear blown eyes of god
you aint nothing but dust,

so sing a sad sad song, if you aint got long,
so sing a sad sad song,if you aint got long

I watched you break the furniture, watched you cut the pillows, the french flags in tatters,
the guns from your battles warm & beating lazily beside you, your head in the stream…

sing a sad, sad song, so sing a sad sad song, if you aint got long,
so sing a sad sad song, if you aint got long

frosted glass and crystal pendants hang about her, and guilty men leave the graves of their fathers
on mentholatum painkillers are stringing up the children…
and pouring kerosene in your singing eyes because one day the ground’s gonna swallow you up

so sing a sad sad song, if you aint got long,
so sing a sad sad song, if you aint got long

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time this broken, million lonely suffocating monsters to drown, disappear losthollow senseless feelings; abandoned buildings; produce violent rage stultifying, senseless, skies with microcosmic poison, ugly plastic; the future’s already fucked up. fucked right up. I wish you could just get myself to .yo too. fuck off. you c***. rip your fucking lungs out and beat you into a coma with my bare hands until my knuckles are broken and swollen with the pounding and cut

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fragments of BUTTERFLIES…your face, splattered in blood, and HONEY when you aren’t moving too much, i taste the tiny spots of blood on your shallow breath, sure I fractured wrists. split your skull into a half. who gives a *ck if I cant * anymore. burning useless. your waxy stinking flesh on a sunset beach. in front of the police. dance.drink and rape&fuck and screw. and fight.take it away.take me away. god and television. god and vomit. government fabrication. pretty yellow DAFFODILS. can technology stop me? because i am running. things.

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