LYRICS:

Dennis Hopper, 
some years ago, 
glazed his beard 
and so did I this morning: 
I slipped my face 
between the sharp-as-knifes legs 
of an open-minded woman 
and I arose feeling closer to Art. 

Like this, I’ve made waste of every woman, 
like the poet of the one-night-longing songs. 
And I’ve tried to turn every wound into word 
in the most obsessive way. 

Are my verses now much more convincing? 
Do they look completely insane? 
That’s it: that air of mentally-tortured genius 
is what I’m trying to get. 
So I’m trying not to stay sober 
or, at least, to keep my eyes like in flames. 
I spend afternoons ‘round the alley 
giving the air of being strayed. 

I’m closing the doors to my former rooms. 
One by one. 
With forced disdain, with blank nights, 
with unnatural days. 

I’m driving away. 
I’m carelessly driving away 
like Pound or like Cave, 
like every fucking man who really got 
a piece of dark fame. 

I’m driving away. 
I’m driving away 
because past’s so uninspiring 
for it’s so real and plain. 
When mixing memory and desire 
things get out of way. 

I feel a bit like Francis Bacon 
after having bought two halves of a cow: 
dragging them home 
all through the amazed market.

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Marcos Merillas: guitars 
Benjamin Rumeau: percussion 
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar, organ, bass 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016