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Kountry Korral
with Mr. Midnight
Diamond Rio: Diamond Rio
Ahl tell you bout the first time I was ever in love. I's livin in Wayne National Forest. My stepdad usedta lock me in the cellar at night count a awl the meanness in my ugly heart but durin the day he let me out so's I could do my chores. He was a cocksuckin drunk who'd beat me till he was wored out and then just past out in the front yard. When I was sure he was long gone I stole over ta the Hayward house bout a quarta mahl down Route 93 as the crow flies. The parents was gone all day and left thar liddle girl Kim ta run wild, and she and I was gettin thick as thieves. They was an Injun summer at year an one afternoon in late September we was swimmin in thar aboveground pool when she got out and hollered at me to foller her. She was squatted down tween the pool and an embankment and was pissin a great stream, all the wahl smilin at me like she knowed sumthin I din't. When she finished up, she left her panties and skirt off and drug me to kitchin where she opened up the door of the fridge an pulled out a jar a Miracle Whip, crammed her hand in thar and slathered her crotch with it and cawled fer the dog. He slunk over and she spread her legs out. He started lappin at her cunt, all the wahl she was grabbin onta tha counter top and a moanin like someone was hurtin her in that secret place thats somewheres outside our bodies. I loved her so tenderly then, loved her fer her shamelessness and abandon. Loved her darkness and vulnerability. I loved her more than someone ought to be allowed to love another person; I hadn't yet learnt to bear the pain a love. The horra a that love always makes me think of the eponymous Diamond Rio album which was out round tha same as Kim Hayward was clawin my heart out a my palsied body. God in heaven theys a kind a sick sorrow in this world and tha standout track “This State Of Mind” names it without betrayin it. The protagonist is layin on his back in a field a overgrown prairie grass when of a sudden he has a vision a the Christ transfigured by his loneliness and pain standin in a forest in wintertime. All the dead things in man is sproutin from tha ground like flowers with tha heads a venomous serpents. Those snakes is all speakin at oncet in a tongue that tha fallen angel Lucifer taught them. It begins to snow and that snow symbolizes tha solitude of a vibrant, livin thing lost in a thicket a decayin organisms. “Norma Jean Riley” is a meditative, sparse track that features only a double drone flute and a detuned floor Tom. It's bout this lady who wanders inta a Alabamer town sick with tha plague. The people in tha town drug her out inta tha woods and burnt her alive so's they don't get her affliction. She rises from those flames with a purified body and kilt every last one of them motherfuckers. “Nowhere Bound” grieves me deeply, frens. These two sweethearts is a drivin in that deep dark nighttime. Theys got a deer head in a bucket in the back seat and theys tryin ta drive ta some spot abandoned by the the animal called man so's they can perform some arcane ritual. The hind quarters is in the truck wrapt up in a tarp. That car ended up wreckt cause the Angel Of Death hisself stepped out a tha moonlight an pulled it off the road inta a ravine. Ain't hardly any chance to love another person in this world. Your life's a wreck, fren. Ye know it and so da I. Ye ain't livin in no kinda meaninful way. Buy this album and be a little less lost. I heared that it sold a lot a copies to beat awl.
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