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Lil' Bill Lyrics

I'm breathless, well-night, inert, like steel myself but closer kin to dirt. When John Henry swings, you bet it hurts, but I prefer blisters to a face full of hammer.
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Notes for a Catalogue for an Exhibition (2000)
Excerpts From an Interview With a Suicide Artist Lil' Bill Smacked Supine on the Field of Prattle Shaker True Romance? Deception Met Her in a Cyclone Tenets of Our Fathers Cornada Happy New Year! Theory of Everything The Young Men and the Lake [unknown]