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Take This Tongue (Antic Clay Sweet Meat Love & Holy Cult) now on Bandcamp

https://anticclay.bandcamp.com/track/take-this-tongue?from=fanpub_fnb_trk

From the “Jarboe Presents The Sweet Meat Love And Holy Cult – “Mystagogue” album, released January 29th, 2013 on Atavistic Records.

TAKE THIS TONGUE is one of four songs contributed by ANTIC CLAY to the Sweet Meat Love & Holy Cult project, which was a collaboration of artists primarily from the southeastern United States but also from such diverse locations as Brazil and Bali.

The project was helmed by Jarboe (of SWANS).

Kris Force of Amber Asylum contributes violin and vocals here.

The physical CD is difficult to find, so I’m happy to share these tracks for the first time on Bandcamp. There are also a few outtakes which weren’t included on Mystagogue that I will upload here. I hope you enjoy them.

TAKE THIS TONGUE by ANTIC CLAY

Take this tongue, this tongue has lied
Take these hands that make things die
and take this blood that it abide
Abide.

Take this tongue that thrice denied
Take this heart made wood with pride
and take this blood that it abide
Abide.

I know why all rivers go to the sea.

Apathetic stars align
Devoid of consequence consigned
by blood or destiny combined
Combined.

Eyes that weep as they record
All our children are restored
Stake this blood that it endure
Endure.

Come the turning of the tide
Gone in mourning all who died
Who seek this blood that it abide
Abide.

I know why all rivers go the sea
Constantly.
To arrive upon the shoreless sea
To abide
To be restored
To be reborn
All things pass
But in their passing they clasp
And they abide
They abide
They abide
I know

Take this blood that it abide
Take this blood that it abide
Take this blood that it abide
Take this blood that it abide
Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide
Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide
Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide
Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide.

credits

released January 29, 2013
All words and music by Michael Bradley
except violin and vocals by Kris Force

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Michael Bradley Live Tonight in Orlando

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Sing Blood live at Star Bar Atlanta July 2, 2022

SING BLOOD by The Sweet Meat Love & Holy Cult Written by Antic Clay You’ll watch your father hanging from a lesser tree. Their hands all frantic about his business and all love reduced to effigy. And every visage is all malice and bland catastrophe. Hate for which there is no ballast but lightless fire and hollow creed. Hey! Sing blood. Feed the swollen god. Prod the bodies, lance the lords. Plunge your song into each advancing horde. Sing blood! Fuel the rising flood! Prick and goad the bloated waves, til something red is wrought from you and tossed into the grave you crave yeah, along with your song. Appeased by a yellow need for all to sing along! So come on! Come on! And sing blood! You’ll watch your father hang and then you’ll dance on by his grave. You’ll breathe one baleful breath before an idiot makes you a slave. At gunpoint. At moneypoint! To shit. To shine. Touché! And now you stand here and christen me with a bloody black toupee. Hey: Sing blood! Fellate the flailing god! Prod the pumpkins, spear the gourds. Stroke the warwhale and douse the drowning hordes! Sing blood! They can’t stanch your song! All that happens, it happens in spades, while one red thing is wrought from you and tossed into the grave where you composed one holy song. Afraid for tomorrow when they eat your only son! So come on! Come on! And sing blood! Come on! Hey come on! And sing blood! (Sing a shallow gallows song. Sing along to the wrong song. Around here we devour our own. Around here we eat what we’re shown. Swing on the gallows, shallow throng. That’s you where the shadow is long. Down here we devour our own. Down here we eat what we’re thrown.) Lyrics and Music by Michael Bradley Copyright ©FurnaceSongs (ASCAP)
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David Bowie – As the World Falls Down (Live Cover by Michael Bradley)

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ELIJAH by Antic Clay (MB solo acoustic)

When Broom of Fire is completed this year, this song will be included.

Elijah

Well I woke up this morning, clear as a bell I believe I was dreaming at the edge of a wishing well I was casting a line but some were casting spells Hocked down a black spittoon to pit you against yourself Y’all sing along got a song for you children in hell Some ye hung among fork a tongue since they learn how to tell A truer word through a cloak aint never been spoken Crows joke and peck at your scaffold and laugh while you’re choking Elijah! Elijah! The child says to me you know this way leads to dust it’s my destiny to say to you it must It behooves you friend to know why the wind is blowing Tonight in the light lies all idea of knowing Elijah! Elijah! Woe unto him who been workin in the dark And hearken to the beat of a beast with a certain mark These crows did depose me down in the mud While a mosquito rose and showed me mine own blood Elijah! Elijah! Well doesn’t nobody out there care I can barely bear it The meek’ll wonder what it’s worth, what they inherit It’s a mystery built in the dust of the tome on the shelf It’s like history repeating itself It’s like history repeating itself

Music and lyrics by Michael Bradley Copyright ©2022 FurnaceSongs (ASCAP)