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Diptych

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1.
Another visit, another vision Well, well Won’t you join me in The Blue Room? Another minute, another moment Another moment, another Pelican, Pelican Pelican… I sit slowly, I am only I sit slowly, I am only I am only in The Blue Room I sit only in The Blue Room Uh huh… Give me your bloodlet Enchant me tonight The brine of wild longing Circling his eyes Sandblast, nightflights Holy moly That’s the older fella I used to know Fella I used to know Sometimes the odor sticks to you for days Sometimes the odor sticks to you for days Sometimes the odor sticks to you, effuses Such a stench from you… Give it to me now Another visit, another vision Well, well…
2.
I’m sick of you looking for trouble Shovel & Bevel Looking for treasure Shuffling shit with a shovel Get on my level Get on my level I’ll get you I’ll get you On both sides I’ll get you I’m sick of you looking for trouble Shovel & Bevel Looking for treasure Shuffling shit with a shovel Get on my level Get on my level I’m sick of you looking for trouble Shovel & Bevel Looking for treasure Lifting your hips to the devil Looking for trouble Looking for treasure I’m sick of you looking for trouble Shovel & Bevel Looking for treasure Shifting the blame to your sister Someone should tell her Just how you fixed her I’m sick of you Looking for trouble Shovel & Bevel Looking for treasure I’m over your tired Shit and your shovel Looking for trouble Get on my level I’ll get you I’ll get you On both sides I’ll get you I’ll get you
3.
I’m a silver machine Feigning sleep in the next bed over And if you sit here with me We can sink to the belly of the earth And every uncertainty Disappears in a perfect incandescence Alive He lifts his eyes Fixed gaze Discipline Turn the page Flip it back again One face, two face You fake your face There is nothing we need We bring nothing when we are buried Not a gold figurine Not the piss of a homeless Roman Of what interest are we? Our old toys have no use for our stiffened fingers The pedophiles creep up with their cure-all fixers Love elixirs Innocent games Maybe make it to sunup And suffer your day But every nightfall It calls to you: “I’m a silver machine— I’m an infinite vista opening” Set a minute aside for the things that matter Pitter patter, pitter patter
4.
He is so Deft With Language And so dedicated Meanwhile the pole I am humping Sinks into the earth What dollar do you trade in? With what silks beladen? It goes a long way down What seems to be worth Motorcycles charging Like a baby’s snarling Phantom ill sensation Welled up dropping from a dream And falling to its Fatted collarbone my Heavy-heartedness I’ve just now seen it happen He is so Deft With Language And so dedicated Meanwhile the pole I am humping Makes a dent in the earth There is a faint sucking noise As the grain soaks with mud What a cold lie we live in To conceal the labor I’m a stuck pig In a sense I’ve nothing left to lose! Laughing businessmen amused A woman’s fooled them Like the fish breath of a whale Says who’s consuming whom And while my ship’s harpoon Aims silently for Heart fat ready to be spilt Into the changing tide A bird is crying Nauseous circles flies above But that’s his problem Why’s he flying like a bird?
5.
Driveby 04:35
Oh, oh to be A guard dog It feels fine! No one escapes Your guy Stare close and deep At the whites Of his eyes You make the call Aim, fire Oh, the people look on All in shock and appalled Vague, the nature of hate It leaps over gates It slithers through bars Stare long and hard That old judge He looks down Feet on the floor Stand your ground Kid, candy bar You’re young You’ll go far Many have fallen before you For you Do your citizen part Make your countrymen proud Fuck law by failures and freeloaders By criminal coddlers And bleeding hearts You may go by many names while vigilante justice stands But a lot has changed since God created man In your television brain a good cop never turned and ran He rushed forward with a gun in his fat hand When the white man waves his dick around he makes us people dance He’s conducting to the whistle overhead
6.
The desolated flower man holds his head in his hands No one wants fresh flowers for the less-than-recent dead Out of the heat, the people come to look upon his neighbors and ancestors If we could hear their humor it would shock us, shock us all Their wit slips out unspoken, crooked as their broken jaws Disease is like a spider web: remains almost unseen until it catches So why hold back black comedy’s good lessons? The bodies of the virgins are not slower to decay Their doors will never open but they’re still creaking just the same Strung up by their necks in rotten dresses wheezing down at their weeping fathers Masturbating, gargling saltwater There I spent an hour with my hand upon my heart Looking through their black eyes looking back at my solid form If I die in Sicily I’ll fly among the lilac and tobacco A strange and sweet exhaust I’ll be when I go The desolated flower man holds his head in his hands People are wanting photos with the less-than-recent dead None of these Americans bring scarves to cover up their greasy shoulders Scarves to cover up their greasy shoulders
7.
Just add milk I found in the dusty den when I awoke A small bejeweled box where lost pills go Settle the little changes of the body’s blood in morning cold Leave me the certain smells that oil the sleeper’s waking mould Until the day The little crust is broken, I know it And they climb Ever slipping down Why don’t I go Walk a little, outside? The trees are there for your madness Go to them I love a fair fight Like the one that’s shucking my insides I know what I said No one gets a ride in Settle the little changes of the body’s blood in morning cold Leave me the certain smells Leave me the certain smells that oil the sleeper’s waking mould The older boys Terrorizing the tennis courts Courting the beat cops for a chase on Escapeboards A salterello A dance in masculine clothes There are no adults in the city and then: What do you know? A yellowing imperial Forget it! What do you know? This is the home of it This is the home of it In the arthritic fist of slow lace Slow, slow lace The obscurantist hands And their patterns and plans I know, I know they’re back there Two times: I know they’re back there I know…I know… I know they’re back They’re back… And the only question was How to get ahead on such short notice How to get a bed on such short notice How to land ahead on such short notice
8.
Monster Can’t you go where I can’t see you? You make me fear for you You make me fear for you Monster Change shape whenever you want to You make me fear for you You make me fear for you You make me fear for you You make me fear for you Lower your eyes It’s no good Nothing compares No one gets me going like you do Follow my motion I want you in pieces Baby I’m all in You’re so good to me x2 Monster Stuck in the hair in my carpet Speak in the tones of a prophet Piss in the back of the room Monster Expression is sick and perfervid Your unholy spirit’s in stitches I wanna kiss your lips I gonna smell your spit Monster Filling in wolf’s clothing Calling yourself a coyote Chasing your tail like a dog Monster Villain a villain a vulture Here entombed with you Alive entombed with you Follow my motion I want you in pieces Baby I’m all in You’re so good to me x3 No one gets me going like you do
9.
Younger Days 04:18
In my younger days I became of great renown I brought the whole place down Fog and thunder rolling down Now just the thought remains Once I had a list of loves They did sustain me once Oh, how we used to run Or so it seemed to me x4 They’ve got a lot of clout Giving you your candies to count This corrected youth In absence of his calling found Another master man Why does it go like that? You’ll race your heart to burst 'Cause you heard a pistol shot Or so it seemed to me x8 This is the farthest This is the nexus This is the utmost This is the remix This is a wet stone This is a money hole Everyone’s working hard Lifting up their arms Snatching what’s coming down, ohhhhh Or so it seemed to me x8

credits

released July 31, 2015

First release December 1, 2014 (self-release)—re-release July 31, 2015 (Time Sensitive Materials).

Songs written by Juliet E. Gordon.
Drums by Britt Ciampa.
"Escapeboards, pt. I" written by Juliet E. Gordon and Britt Ciampa.
Produced by Juliet E. Gordon and Britt Ciampa.
Engineered by Britt Ciampa.
Mixed by Jay Pellicci.
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering.

Backing vocals by Jake Brownell (tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9) and Britt Ciampa (tracks 5, 6, 9).

Cover art diptych by Juliet E. Gordon.

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