Hymnal for the First Church of the Secular Society

by Lloyd Brodnax King

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I never did anything that was too outrageous You caught me talking about jaw bone in my head I always wanted to rely on terra firms As I held it on my tongue When we harvest fields of wheat and bread In back alleys When we go hand in hand Hand to mouth When we are raised by aluminum And love the salt of the earth
All Bodies 00:50
The law that all bodies Impinging on lesser bodies Lose as much of their own Motion as they communicate To the latter is a necessary law Of all bodies and depends On natural necessity
I am capturing the flag of my neighbor's disposition I am riding on the CTA I am smiling in the bilingual embrace Come on take to the hood where the smoke is happening Fledgling with a lower cigarette Fledgling in the cool night air Step into the bubble now Look who got in Look who got in trouble now I am capturing the flag of my neighbor's post-collective Which is churning like a tidal wave I cower at the sight of it I duck and shrug and feel a small giddiness inside A nervous laughter At the crazy idea That I just might mount that tidal wave And ride it like a beach boy All the way to shore White people, age of wonder I love you, I love you Catching the nigger by the toe Finding the nigger in your soul
The more this knowledge that things are necessary Is applied to individual things Which we imagine more distinctly And more vividly The greater is the power of the mind over the mind over the emotions A fact to which experience also testifies For we see the sorrow for the loss of anything good is diminished If the person who has lost it Considers that it could not By any possibility Have been preserved So also, we see that nobody pities an infant Because it does not know how to speak, walk, or reason And lives so many years not conscious, as it were of itself But if a number of human beings Were born adult And only a few here and there were born infants Everyone would pity the infants Because we should then consider infancy Not as a thing natural and necessary But as a defect or fault of nature
THC, nicotine, alcohol and caffeine, baby THC, nicotine, alcohol and caffeine, feed me I feel like I'm in another world tonight Falling, dancing off the floor and floating out of sight Smoke until there's nothing left, the money's long gone Gone the way we all will go, we're dancing into dust Drink until my heavy heart has become light Drink until I fall in love with you tonight Smoke until you're lost and then you find yourself Crawling up from underground and deep in love with me
Love Song 01:59
You make me so hard My lover with the deep, deep throat As big as life That's how you taste I feel like Pavlov's dog I'm wet before we even touch Anal available, anal available I love it when you take me like that Your ripe soft breasts Your vibrating penis Vagina is ready when you are ready


released November 2, 2020


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Lloyd Brodnax King Chicago, Illinois

Studied flute with Marcel Moyse and James Moody. Recorded Lloyd Brodnax King Trio live at DePaul with Fareed Haque and Larry Gray. Won an NEA fellowship in composition. Won a Jeff. Recorded with Poi Dog Pondering. Created The Obscure News podcast and the Dishwater Gray Playlist. Currently a prof at Lake Forest College and performing with Funkadesi, Sun Ensemble, and Michael J. Miles. ... more

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