Devendra Banhart
Folk musician and songwriter.
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And hey there little sexy pig, you made it with a man
And now you've got a little kid with hooves instead of hands.
Cook me in your breakfast,
and put me on your plate,
'cause you know i taste great.
I heard somebody say that the war ended today, but everybody knows it's going still.
I see so many little boys I wanna marry, I see plenty little kids I've yet to have.
Cripple crow say something for our grieving, where do we go once we start leaving. Well close that wound or else keep on bleeding and change your tune, it's got no meaning.
Now if I lived in my land, which I do, if I lived in Iceland, if I lived in Greensland I'd still have Chinese children, but out of my ears my little grey baby hears.
Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow.
Maybe that spider knows something i don't know,
'cause i'm goddamn cold.
Put me in your dry dreams
or put me in your wet
If you haven't yet.
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