monday song #49: crucifixion is easy

 lyrics sally mccarthy bathes her daughter in a shallow tub on the kitchen table. the baby fusses but stops short of crying. as she sponges her tiny hands, sally marvels at the soft palms, just starting to prune. and her uncle carter’s voice speaks up in her memory. “i don’t see what all the […]

monday song #23: first communion

lyrics number 23. a mystical number for fans of psychic tv and throbbing gristle. and the chicago bulls. i realized after i posted last week’s song that that the memory parade of our protagonist had begun in the late 30s with a 30s style song. figured the next milestone should happen in the early 50s, […]