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Ernesto Plays Guitar
02:48
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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
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2. |
Legendary Parties
03:46
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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
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3. |
WFH, Listening to Smog
03:00
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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
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4. |
Full of Stars
04:30
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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
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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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