This Afternoons Malady
full-length
BWR-021
This Afternoons Malady
full-length
BWR-021
"Coping With Senility (lowlife owns a pen)"
"This Afternoons Malady"
"Fixed On The One"
"Sitcom Epiphany"
"Solar"
"New Clear Saturday"
"Regrets Are Unanswered Dreams"
"Demonica"
"38 Calumet"
The most crucial point. the perfection of noise. observing the scorn of the heartless and torn. decorating the womb like Mapoleon's room. paralyzed from the start of my beating heart. existential. way too sureal. all leads to zero. twisted and sick as an experiment. the x-ray device is the spice of life. the prudent and the wise are telling you lies. the hopeless and sad don't need to get mad.
This one's for the fuzz-pop kids today. to kill a Saturday. lost in a daydream. in spite of everything. candy coated sparkle haze that sends me away. I'm a million times gone. until the suns sets for the last time. until the ocean burns. I won't fall asleep in this old house. saccharin in my veins. these days go by and no one really knows how to do the real math, the real chemistry. and when the world blows up, I'll hold your hand when the big bomb drops, I'll hold your hand because you rock.
Send help, I'm coming down. everything's carefull again. my hell, waiting around. haven't had enough time to mend. I can't hold it in with my broken arms. everything about this is wrong. send help. I'm coming down. everything's coming apart. I'm fixed on the one. transparency, no one but me. send me, back to the board. everything's wrong with this mold. pitch black, I close the door. my eyes all astream from the cold. I can't hold it in with my broken arms. everything I'm saying is wrong. send help, I'm jumping now. eveything's coming apart. I'm only now and everything I've ever learned from you. I'm hopeless now.
Trun the confusion up. tune monotony out. I'm taking these thoughts and making them sick. how wonderful. inhuman and cruel. looks pretty cool to lose and pretend. nothing more than this song. all my days revolve around the voices in my skull. there is a question I will not ask and that's why I even care at all? had a friend one day. then he sold me out. for a chance at some fun with the cool kids.
Will they know of all the ways I sold it all for just one day? and will they know that one could see the true love that hides in me? and the hours mark the day 'cause we're solar.
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You sit alone but never too long you cry your eyes out just like the song. still the same tune, still the same lie. just makingsure that it's different this time. now here you are in the same dress. spending a;; day dreaming how to impress. I never knew, could never guess. just can't for once lose a bet. because I was pinned to the wall when you came down the hall. we sat around not talking much. vexed by imagining holding your hand. so I plannedand I schemed 'cause regrets are unanswered dreams. so now you have a chance, but not for too long. lease unrequited what you think is wrong. but as for me, this I'd allow like Beryl Markham my heart knows the now. I'm gonna fall. think of me, don't turn away. vicarious one, we can blaze a trail of broken hearts together.
The flowers melt as she goes by. the lights turn to pink and white. so caught up in her own time. finding ways to retrofy. the clock stops as she goes by. everyone reaches for her. her eyes hold the divine. her light fills the dark mind. nowhere. she waits for me there. don't say this one's in my mind. don't say it's only for tonight. we'll meet by the shore. and melt into the sand.
We came in and made a mess, pitched a tent in your living room. someone's stolen Lucien's vest, when no one's here things are jejune. solitaire's not just for one, Monday night we'll have a game.
doesn't matter whose team you're on, Cleveland wins it either way.
we missed you so and we don't want to go yet.
why can't we be home at calumet?
i got just one hour of sleep, too much sabbath in my head.
ron jon's stressed beyond belief so get your feet off of the bed. Jude is climbing up the walls, she hates D. Creek as much as me. i'm not here if someone calls, unless it's from apartment three. we'll miss you so and we don't want to go yet.
why can't we be home at 38 calumet?
what's that melody i hear? hard and straight's what pays the bills. sing-song english harmonies, much too clever, makes me ill. before i go just one last thing, i just want all of you to know. we'll be back in early spring, unless this van decides to blow.
