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Dislocation Churn (Reissue)
Released December, 2008

Churn is Seven Mary Three’s much-talked-about and long-out-of-print debut CD from 1994. It documents the earliest days of the band and includes the original versions of “Cumbersome”, “Waters Edge” and the majority of the songs from their Mammoth/Atlantic debut American Standard.

We are pleased to re-release Churn in its original glory with new liner notes and previously unseen photos from the era. Churn features the original six- minute version of “Cumbersome” which received airplay in Orlando and led to their record deal. All of Churn was re-recorded for American Standard, except for “Kater” which is only available on this release and has been in demand by fans for years.


Lyrics
Songs Audio
1. Cumbersome  
2. Water's Edge
3. Devil Boy
4. Roderigo  
5. Lame
6. Kater  
7. Margarette
8. Anything
9. Punch In Punch Out
10. Favorite Dog


Cumbersome

she calls me goliath
but I wear the david mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
I’d like to believe this nervous will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

too heavy, too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right
today or tonight- cumbersome
too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less, I’m wanting her more
cumbersome

i’d like to believe I could reconcile the past
resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
but my old stone face can’t seem to break her down
she remembers bridges, burns them to the ground.

there is a balance between two worlds
one with an arrow and a cross
you must decide for yourself between what is won and what is lost
regardless of the balance, she’s in your head
the dream has become one
where regardless of the balance
life has become cumbersome

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Water’s Edge

don’t go there I heard her say
you can’t stomach what you’re gonna see
it’s down there by the water’s edge
wasted and bloated and waiting for someone

funny how these things come about
when you’re tied to the teeth and the mouth
no sound of fury, no shot of pain
no real reason, no gain

i can’t go down to the water’s edge, I didn’t do it but I saw who did
i can’t go down to the water’s edge, I didn’t do it I swear

it ain’t no secret to me
how it got there down by the stream
i seen her just a minute before
the van pulled up and opened the door

i can’t say a single word about what I saw of her
cause her killers they got her friends
in way up places I can’t pretend

chorus

don’t go down to the water’s edge they said to me
i didn’t do it, but I saw who did you see
don’t go down to the water’s edge
they did it once, they can do it again

i know this ain’t a fuckin game
but I feel so ashamed
cause I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything

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Devil Boy

Ii slept through easter yesterday
right through christmas just the same
priest came up to me all up in arms
he said “devil boy, what have you done?”

hey devil boy: we’re gonna blow your house in
hey devil boy: what do you think of that?

for heaven’ sake
it’s only been two thousand years
and I can’t wait any longer for you

the jesuits rolled in their tanks to my front door
the capuchins held a love in on my front porch
the augustinians kept to themselves
stuck their tongues out in a row


they said devil boy it’s off to hell you go

and so I sit and pray for her to call me there
i’ll burn that bridge a thousand times
on the cross I bear
just to wonder if you’re listening
from a soapbox in the sky
to finally realize my pride, was it you or was it i?

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Roderigo

he’s a real cannibal she goes: “I think I’ll name him roderigo”
dress him up in darker clothes, sell him away
standing underneath her gun, “sit up straight or I’ll hurt you”
you know he’s not her only son, just the strongest

she tied him down to her tree
stayed fit to name him what he’s going to be
tied him up with her rope, you know it stains her neck but it
can’t hold roderigo

“i’m the real animal,” she goes, she wants to name me roderigo
tie me down with all her ropes, until I can’t breathe
she can’t help but beat me down into a brand new roderigo
i’ll slip away without a sound into the air

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Lame

there’s a tall…and he comes to every party…the rest…it’s so clear…
he’s not judging anyone……arms float around his cage….canary sings…rage….the way they stare….run….he stays he stand…..his ground…..i don’t even know his name….he keeps it in a box….hangs it from his ear…slender body…..don’t give him a chance…..back and forth…..makes a buzzing in my ears….reminds me….i never stop….hear him say hello….hello…….

i am so lame.

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Kater

it is no escape of his
emerging on a tender age
just to say that she wants him
and her nakedness is not
an invitation to her bed at night
she sleeps that way all the time

he’s wanting just to say:
would you listen up
and give half a chance to this young man?
and she’s wanting just to say
can you break down all the barriers
walled up around me?

and the worst thing he could do
is leave when she asks him to
then they’re equally alone

if you’re wanting just to know,
storybook, love letter is he writing still?
he’s been with her for many years

and she’s wanting to just explain
well my nakedness is not
an invitation to this bed

chorus

and the games she plays at night
are nothing like she’s ever known
because she knows how to throw a look
knowing just what to say
he shows up 4 a.m. and drunk
hey roll over you’re in my way

just one more work before he goes
i’m not here as a man, i’m here as a girl
i didn’t come here to get laid
i’m just here to help you
why are you so afraid?
casey the madison king
he’d do anything for that little girl

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Margarette

margarette came to me was all he said
before she knew my name she was in my bed
she was only sweet sixteen
20,000 days younger than me

marry me she said I don’t reply
daddy said you better or you’ll die
she wants a house and fifteen kids I guess
and I can’t find a state we’re legal in

margarette feels the world beneath her feet
shaking like a leaf falls from a tree
she don’t care he’s ten years older than me
as long as they’re together happily
she was only sweet sixteen…..

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Anything

indivisible, you are the one…one
impossible to hear, what you say to me at night
can I have some covers back
it’s so cold on the wrong side of the bed

are you awake, are you aware, are you anything

pictures high, high upon the shelf
letters from me to you, you to me, us to them
do they express?
do they say anything?
anything at all

chorus:
i know I’m not the man of her dreams
daddy said she’d marry rich, rich
richer than me
i know I’m not the man
but she can take anything
anything at all

do you think it’s just enough to know
how I wanted you to feel
read things back to me
back up, to see from where i am
there is nothing more than this
nothing more than this

is it enough to say that I want you
to keep it close to me, (me)
it’s all I think, think about
does it mean anything at all

is it enough to say
that I was wrong
and you were right
right here, right now
is it enough
for anything at all
anything you want

you can take
take anything at all

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Punch In Punch Out

i wake up to beat the sun
from her glory
i’m only one cigarette away
from mobility
it’s always punch in punch out
go to work and go back home
there’s only one chance left and
i know where she is waiting
because it’s three songs home
and alex is jawing
there’s only one sin left
and I know what
i will do with it

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Favorite Dog

that’s my other hand, open and empty
it wants one to i guess
that’s my other jaw, swollen and shameless
it talks too much i know

and another poet is born with every other sip
wash away the word, just like it was a paper bone

and they’re working on me, yeah they’re working on me
just like my favorite dog
geronimo look out below
i love that rusty water
like it was my favorite dog

that’s my other head, open and bleeding
it thinks too much i guess
that’s my other eye, swollen but fearless
it’s seen too much I know

and another poet is killed, with every sip
drain away a word, just like it was a paper bone

and they’re working on me
and they’re barking at me
just like my favorite dog

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Churn Churn Lyrics
day&nightdriving
Dis/Location Dislocation
Economy of Sound Economy of Sound
Orange Ave Orange Ave
Rock Crown Rock Crown
American Standard American Standard