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Nina + Field of Cops by Cameron Winter, from the album Heavy Metal, out now on Partisan Records/Play It Again Sam: https://CameronWinter.lnk.to/heavymetal

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Your building is full of people who hate you and bite off fingers and eat from piles and someone’s knocking / All things spit towards and stutter at you, closer and closer until the whole city falls over while the music breaks a window / You’re suspicious of treasures and plastic covers, all things flop over, the oven is open and the kitchen is lying / My name is gonna sound old to you, but names are donuts on the sea, names are peanuts in the trees, names bid you to beg for trash / O I walk on everything, on lucky dollars, baskets in the sand, sunglasses in the rain, tire tracks in caves / I’ll never send one more empty box, I’ll talk to every crowded room, I’ll go to the great carnivals of pain and fight entire fields of cops and keep a coconut in my hand

Nina knows the reason, and she’s seen into the mouth of
What it is to be a mountain, and she’s seen all the good pidgeon-like
People shot down and bones be kicked to powder by the insane wild horses
Nina I’m not nothing but when you lie on the piano I am reminded I am stupid,
and in every upstairs room, a tall and daughterless Russian
Is kicking robins eggs to powder while the music breaks a window

Cavemen are kissing, walking on logs, low enough to limbo cobwebs and watch the clouds blow away drunk driving towards the sea / I’ll be at your feet in every lifeboat, I’ll hold these lemons in my mouth and run, one of the important people standing on your chest, I’ll love whatever kicks me hardest in the mouth, I’m gonna eat my keys / I’ve met a little bit of who I am, backpacking upon the fingers of the real / Barricading every garden gate, smiling into every cup of grapes, I safari across the neighbor’s yard, pushing groceries past pyramids of teeth with my hands on my hips / O this idiot festival, I man these cornfields for the banana-growing masses getting naked on the plane, sunburned to shit in the rain / Tomatoes in the missing barrels all have met many-handed boys with laughing brains and know gorilla-fingered yapping dogs, the ugly kidney-needing kitten sees that empty chairs want somebody

Nina isn’t listening, and she’s seen into the mouth of
What is really in the fountain, and she’s seen all the good pidgeon-like
People shot down and bones be kicked to powder by the insane wild horses
Nina I’m not nothing but when you check under cabinets I’m reminded someone’s calling
And in every upstairs room, a dirty old man is blushing
And the neighbors lose their power while the music breaks a window

These great spirals, diagrams and vegetables and talking red trees, throw it all away / Stupid paper gifts offered with both hands are sadder than bald-headed haircut dreams, sadder than the paper-flat puppy in your path, sadder than any featherless doer of math, sadder than the sad / Microwave everything, add to the puddles, gimme an answer, die for baseball / Motorcycle made of rocks eat this hotel key and ride away, stuff these papers down your pants and do the sole survivor’s walk back down the way you came

Nina knows the reason, and she’s seen into the mouth of
What it is to be a mountain, and she’s seen all the good pidgeon-like
People shot down and bones be kicked to powder by the insane wild horses
Nina I’m not nothing but when you lie on the piano I am reminded I am stupid
and in every upstairs room the deep and smiling voices shushing
Kicking everything to powder, throwing music out the window