Philomena from Creekbed Carter by Creekbed Carter Hogan

shaking like a leaf while the trees all turn to glass
workin all day cuz the money's hard to pass on
drifter at the creek where the cat becomes a prophet
frozen to the quick when his breath all turns to losses

bring me to the brick house down by the cemetery
braid your hair all slick cuz i think we're gonna marry
god only tricks cuz the truth is hard to carry
when the winter melts i would like to move away

sparrow in the meadow are you lookin for me
fox in the snow are you lookin for me
beetle in the weeds are you lookin for me
are you lookin hard
lover on a tuesday are you lookin for me
mother on a sunday are you lookin for me
every other evening i am lookin for me
i am lookin hard

cell-mass sucking towards the ever-moving tide
only rats will mourn us when we go and die
only dragonflies will wreath our heads with cherries
only holy fungus will do us right by eating

marigolds in heat and all the petals poppin
i could try believing but i can't try that often
burning open landscape while people form a dark wall
rabbit won't you tell me anything at all

sparrow in the meadow are you lookin for me
fox in the snow are you lookin for me
beetle in the weeds are you lookin for me
are you lookin hard
lover on a tuesday are you lookin for me
mother on a sunday are you lookin for me
every other evening i am lookin for me
i am lookin hard

so sing me off to slumber as our pipes all freeze
sing to me of lilies, sing to me of trees
sing to me of supper, sing to me of bees
sing to me as many songs as you might please

sparrow in the meadow are you lookin for me
fox in the snow are you lookin for me
beetle in the weeds are you lookin for me
are you lookin hard
lover on a tuesday are you lookin for me
mother on a sunday are you lookin for me
every other evening i am lookin for me
i am lookin hard

• Folk
• Minneapolis
• field recordings
• poetry
• queergrass
• trans
• Saint Paul