Prison of flesh – sculpture & foto Smith

This is a funhouse of a song with me playing with me and Peter Ball making loops and rearranging it all. I like this one.

Click here to hear New Drool Cool . . . 2:30.

Here’s the poem I’m riffing on.

The New Drool Blues

I got the blues
Baby needs new shoes
Old shoe won’t do
Tired of this fool
Gonna find new drool

She’s looking to see
What’s left of me
Saw she made her mark
I’m cold and dark
Baby spanks new spark

Oh I been to school
And I paid some dues
I know who fool
Whose who using who
Baby seeks new tool

Part and partial pain
Part hurting again
Part hurting as end
Never making amend
Never saying her sin

And she’ll never stop
Doing her dirty bop
Till sagging flesh drops
Or someone calls the cops
Messes up her ops

Nothing I can do
Too too her fool
Apply my own eye wool
I’m be gone butt drool
Dead dried toad tool

She’s moving too fast
Her next piece of ass
Her house made of glass
And her empty past
I’m yesterday’s grass

I’m old going slow
No goosing my glow
Ain’t got enough dough
Ain’t cool guy to know
She needs be I go

She’s seeking new beats
New trickings to treat
New sauces to heat
New meat to repeat
Old dick to delete

So I got me these blues
Baby needs new shoes
Old shoe won’t do
She’s tired of this fool
Gonna find her new drool

— Smith, 2004

Wait here – foto Smith

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