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Legendary Parties

by Fuzzy Heart

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1.
This is a missive from the most nondescript kind of afternoon Adrift in a forty-strong signoff chain She reaches for her crown as the queen of the apathetic Idly updating the essential sends The attention to detail and grammar she was hired for Twisted into horseshit, swallowed and sold The money is alright, it’s pretty nice not to feel worried And that’s nothing to be sniffed at but she was pretty sure That there used to be more. Some minutes into Wellington’s Wednesdays In a brown woollen sweater with geometric knit And an old pair of cowboy boots Ernesto from Mexico Takes the proffered Gibson, straps himself onto it And if you’ve not seen it, I can’t over-recommend it It’s the six sorta minutes that kicks you right in the heart Takes you out of the afternoon, puts things in perspective You can find it on the internet, it’s really not that hard When you’re reaching for that crown That only slows you down Please remember that there were bars and there were basements There was a feeling not entirely the stuff you drunk Ernesto plays It’s scrappy but no one minds From Mexico to Winnipeg It’s about 2000 miles Dumbstruck down a fibreoptic After eleven years’ time She reaches for her crown And then she puts it down
2.
Heaving since the afternoon Four pack of Guinness on the train Carriage to myself Outside the city fades Time to put my brain on hold Time to sparkle with the best Taped some to my sleeping bag Vitamins hide the rest The band’s out of tune But my heart is all fuzzy And we get fucked up At these legendary parties What goes up never comes down My lips have gone blue But it feels pretty funny And we get fucked up At these legendary parties It feels so nice to have you around Plates and microwaves Cracker hiss and nitrous burns Cutting loose my mortal frame Hope to fuck I never learn In the bath we are baptised Speaking secret tongues Knowing this geometry Won’t ever be undone My ribs are all bruised And my teeth are all bloody And we get fucked up At these legendary parties What goes up never comes down I’m all outta juice And my conscience is muddy But we get fucked up At these legendary parties It’s still so nice to have you around I like it when you roll back both your eyes Lying on our backs, laughing at the lights, The fixtures iridescent, Vin stands over us and cries But we are Dionysian princes in the night So forget checking the perimeter On the lookout for civilians Toes curling in my trainers Panic in my pocket Alone in the dark, heart beating too fast Blue lights down the drive Have I fucked myself this time? We’ve broken the moon But the outlook is sunny And we get fucked up At these legendary parties What goes up never comes down It ended too soon But we had a good run And we got fucked up At these legendary parties I know I’ll always want you around
3.
Woke up several times I think once I was thirsty The others, I'm not sure why Fell asleep eating chocolate Made a mess on the sheets Not due in tomorrow So I'll have time to clean From a year almost over Unsure why I'm still here Should wake up at 7 Take a run through the park Hit snooze for an hour Roll around in the dark From a year almost over Unsure why I'm still here
4.
My good grace is running out As the handle turns again And I scramble for the flush A paper-thin pretence Say a name three times Make like everything’s OK Run some interference Exit far too late Shaking and alive with wild chemistry I cross myself, ready to receive Condensation on the cistern Fingers in my mouth Anointed for the rapture The stars are coming out Heaven hung with heavy menace But I am glittering and tough Though I can’t tell any longer How much is enough Little doomscroll in the morning Check on professional success Pretend that based on my contemporaries I’m more suited to neglect Kid that I’ll call my family Obviously don’t Set a goal and torch it Watch ashes start to float Hit the kitchen, put a plate into the microwave Pour one out while I sit and wait Stink of piss and disinfectant Magic nearly spent But I am full of stars and rising In cruciform ascent Heaven hung with heavy menace But I am glittering and tough Though I can’t tell any longer How much is enough (Reaches out a hand, wipes away the skyline) Come on baby, I could do this all night I don’t like to try, and I never get things right With everything I’ve done, and in my rush to disappear I can’t help myself but wonder what the fuck you’re doing here Heaven hung with heavy menace Feeling anything but tough Because I can’t tell any longer How much is enough And just so it’s understood The fact’s there in the end There are people who do good And I’m not one of them
5.
Studied at the altar Of the most recent masters King of the concept Great white disaster Post proofreader’s marks On a lineside six-sheet Scrying my severance Psychic graffiti The imbecile bang of the lifts up and down The aircon hum, thick enough to drown I was the best that could be had Now I’m just another horse gone bad Set stationary in sigils Afford some protection My aura was once adored By all who bathed in her benediction Eraser dust here Calculator just so An arcane spray of hex A single drop of Pedro X Tiger pacing his cage Stripped of professional standing They sat me in the anteroom To wait for my defanging Try not to think about it too much I mean what’s the use in the end? There’s still a piece of me left in here Isn’t there? Fade into my throne Blurred with Merlot No longer a pro On my last commute home

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released February 10, 2023

Drums: Jake Dore
Guitar/bass/vox: Rob Hollamby

Guitars on 'Thameslink': Harry Fanshawe, Tom Hill
Keys on 'WFH' and 'Thameslink': Joe Gilder

Engineered and mixed by Tom Hill at the Bookhouse, London
Mastered by Joe Gilder

Artwork by Sophie Mackenzie

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