Leo (Redux)

Originally recorded by Shit Whitman on the album Irrfan Khan Christmas

Music and lyrics by Malcolm DC Ekman

Delhi Fashion (Malcolm cover)

Lyrics:
Might’ve had a friend of yours for dinner long ago
But now I refrain
That’s how they do it in Spain
It’s just an ordinary thing there
But now that I am home
To dirty windows and a dogwood rubber tire
And your nose upon my cheek we’ll stay inside

Leo
In the back room
In a dark cage
Where they starved you
Leo
You’re the east wind
You’re my bunny
And my best friend

Little Juji ran away, she couldn’t stand the cold
But that’s okay
The good ones remain
I guess it’s different since I feed you
And when we both grow old
We’ll find a field of hay and make it last somehow
And my hair will be as white as yours is now

Leo
In the back room
In a dark cage
Where they starved you
Leo
You’re the east wind
You’re my bunny
And my best friend

Lyrics:
Wanna build a big house with the magpies and the frogmouths
With a big cage in it, where you can run about
Wouldn’t be the Pickfair and your coat might shed a bit there
But I have faith in it, and we can work it out

Another ugly dog, another fall, you know I gave my all to be there
Under the Southern Cross, against the wall, I promise you can follow me there 

Could've been a ship hand and bus boy for the big band
But I’m glad I didn’t, there isn’t any doubt
We can be our own crew riding far across the big blue
Leo, have faith in it, before we burn it out

Another ugly dog, another fall, you know I gave my all to be there
Under the Southern Cross, against the wall, I promise you can follow me there 

For us Leo
A cactus rose
An a-frame home
With four fine walls
I’d wager it all
A step from a crawl
A step and stone
From calling it home
For us Leo
A bed made of thorns
A washed out shade
Of worn down hope
The signs of the cross
The cross and the bones
I’d wager it all
I’d wager it all

And under the Southern Cross on the wall
I pay for your dreams and take every fall
I needed to say I tried for you

Leo (pt. 2)

Like a painter born to late
And by the time the lashes hit a paper canvas
Someone else has figured out your moves
Like a caustic second date
Not drunk enough for making kids or moving close
But drunk enough for following the moon
As it turns into a wishbone
And breaks apart too soon

Neloise, I wonder how
We can turn this night around
Saying nothing, going nowhere never felt as good as now

Like a man too blind to see
The way that postcard eyes and deadpan smiles' the only difference between solitude and you
Like an orphan at the gate
I want this for the sake of wanting something better
Than I think that I'm entitled to
As it turns into a whole thing
Roses into Blue

Neloise, I wonder how
We can turn this night around
Saying nothing, going nowhere's never felt as good as now

Like Judas in the dark
I'm not sure what I want and all I know's the right thing's usually the harder thing to do
From the bottom of my heart
I wanna say I'm sorry if my voice is soft it's only cos I'm listening to you

Neloise

Alex used to occasionally send me demos that he hated and tell me to make "electronic" versions of them. This is the only good one. I have very little to do with this song and yet it has like 5x listens than most of my songs. Go figure. Also, the title is making fun of Alex's old SoundCloud where he'd have like a paragraph of Hemingway as a song title.

Lyrics:
(written by Alexander)
Calm your body
Take a breath
Take it slow
Nothing is ever that easy
I know

Like every time I have ever been wrong
Silently swallow spit
And move on

The 1999 Super Bowl in which the Denver Broncos Defeated the Atlanta Falcons 34 to 19 (feat. Alex)

I don't remember anything about this except being really excited to show Alex. I'm also now seeing that whenever I posted it, I set the genre as "mumblegrass," which is pretty funny.

Lyrics:
There were only two lit candles
On a table holding many
Sat beside it was a taller Irish man of older centuries
Where the way we handled confidence
Could slip between two pennies
And the keys left in the doors for
Bishop hollers in Kilkenny

So we lit another candle for to neon green the ceiling
And he told me I should shut my mouth if I’d continue breathing
Oh my god, the waves around the door
Could barely numb the feeling
To the ocean through the awful shores
And back you go to being

Could you leave alone this chosen one
Or ask Him for a transfer
Finding very quick solutions to a problem with no answer
Had you really blessed the rosaries 
A sick evolving cancer
Like the man who stood beside me
And his daughter was a dancer
In the backseat of his Chevy
In the summer of eleven
There were howlers on the shore
Exchanging noises with their brethren
A tooth, a cry, a dark black waistcoat
Holding all the best of Faulkner
When the bricks that built the theater
Became the weight that spilled the water

Is my face still red in anger
Is their dirt beneath your daughter

In a restless night like this one
We’re your lambs reserved to slaughter

Dancer

Lyrics:
Took a little off the backhand there
Sleeping with the line judge
Wrote a letter to myself
So I guess this is step nine, huh

Backwards footsteps roll
I’m in the middle all greased in gold
Leaking just a little on the IV pole
Couldn’t cook a chicken on a hot flat coal

Could’ve been a little bit nicer
To my youngest brother Michael
Just a little bit late for sorry’s
When your songs are all online now

Nice try, FBI
Rather be a beggar with an old man’s eye
Rather catch a fever from a B train ride
Rather be a heavyweight and peacefully die
Most people are dead anyhow

Got stuck underneath all the bad things I read
I got horse-collar tackled when I passed you on the street
But the day that I leave town will be the day you clean your teeth
Now look at you

Good job, violent mob
I wanted Alexander but you gave me God
Treat my mental illness with a truckstop dog
Making sure I never get a full-time job
I think I’m fine anyhow

Nice Try, FBI

Lyrics:

If I could have done it my way
I could've hid it away

If I could've had it my way

(Written by my boss Jessica and me. Vocals by my boss Jessica)

Could Have

This ain't no party. This ain't no disco. This ain't no foolin' around.

Benny

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