SYNAPSE
Every single synapse in my brain
Seems to fire out of sync
Every seven years they get replaced
but nothing seems to change about the way I think
Because every single synapse is the same
I’d sub them out if I knew how
There ain’t shit that’s ever gonna change
You’d think I’d figure that out by now  

And I’ve got a body like a trojan horse
Muscles like clever students
Memorizing all the worst
lines of code, getting fluent
Body like a trojan horse
Muscles like clever students
Clever students 

Erase me
Rewrite me

Every single synapse in my brain
seems to fire out of sync
Every seven years they get replaced
but nothing seems to change about the way I think
Because every single synapse is the same
So ain't shit ever gonna change

Synapse

SEND MY LOVE AWAY
Jesus, I heard you wash feet,
and I've stepped in graves
Jesus, I think I'm knee-deep
and my bloody eyes crave
sleep

So please, send my love away

Send My Love Away

I was wearing black, all black when you met me
I felt suave, you thought I looked like a priest
Wearing a hat straight off the head of a marine
My baby-soft cheeks so red, so obscene
And I should've waited till we were alone,
But coke-Kevin wanted to hold your wasted bones
I should've known your joke wasn't for me

But this flashing gold star was temporary

All I want is to feel 
New and ecstatic
I don't know how to get it
But I know when I have it
when I'm new and ecstatic
let me make you
new and ecstatic

Don't go back to the land that shook
Don't go back to a bed of books
I won't steal your passport
and keep you stuck here
I won't ask for anything more
You don't need to say
what I want to hear

All I want is to feel 
New and ecstatic
I don't know how to get it
But I know when I have it
when I'm new and ecstatic
let me make you
new and ecstatic


New and Ecstatic

Every night I dream I'm floating at the center of the sea. So can you tell me, am I at the end of my rope? I can't know for sure. Is the water sweet past this cove? I'll swim away from the shore.

When I need water, I give myself saline. I drink so deep. When I 'm salt-dry and blinded, all the water drained from my eyes, my mind will let me dream I'm floating high above the sea.

So can you tell me, am I at the end of my rope? I can't know for sure. Is the water sweet past this cove? I'll swim away from the shore

I know that the ocean will swallow me whole, the thunder will roar and the waves will roll, so if this is the way I'm gonna go, tell the lord he never saved my soul.

Swallowed By The Ocean

When I was just a small boy I got told
It's too late you're already too old
But didn't they know, no didn't they know
That I've got this this this this good good grammar

And kindest regards, I try to say this nice,
But I'm a goddamn superstar
With good grammar and kindest regards

I sign all my letters with eagle feather pens
Get em cross-country before you ever hit send
I got tired of rhyming before the world even began
Brought it back around and now I'm starting at the end
With my good good grammar

I've never felt so good
And I will never ever feel so good again

I'm in a collective subconscious, a single hive-mind
A desperate grasping to find what's mine
Swim through this morass and tell me what do you find?
I've spray-painted my bones, baby, I've stepped out of the line

I've never felt so good 
and I will never ever feel so good again
With good grammar and kindest regards,
I'm a goddamn superstar

Good Grammar & Kindest Regards

This room used to be wrapped up in sparks
but now it's christmas light frame, 
well it couldn't be more dark

(You've sent my love so far away
You've let this room become a grave)

And to think we used to feel bathed
In its holy light we used to pray
like children to the gods of this hideaway

We used to beg like children
to be taken away

And now I still see you in the corners of this room
So I still can't move from the corners of this room
Won't you take me away from this hideaway
before I'm given away to the hideaway gods

And when we're filled with the glow
we forget our own mouths
They could move on their own
and we wouldn't notice a sound

But I still see you in the corners of this room
So I still can't move from the corners of this room
Won't you take me away from this hideaway
before I'm given away to the hideaway gods

Hideaway Gods

You put yourself on a picnic blanket on a country night
You bathe yourself in oceans of ghost light
You send your rocket hands away
Your forearms are plumes of flame
You send your rocket hands away

But your body is rock, cut by dry canyon
And your arms have floated farther
Than any man can ever dare to go
They were lost many years ago

And now the pink fingernail polish of youth
All the slickest parts of you
Are weeping down your knuckles
Bleeding through your muscles

You are rock cut by dry canyon
Your arms have floated farther 
Than any man can ever dare to go
They were lost many years ago

It's too close, too hot, too much
It's too close, too hot, too bright, too much
So push it push it farther away
It's too close, too hot, too bright, too fast, too much
So push it push it father away

Until you are rock cut by dry canyon
Farther than any man can dare to go
You lost the signal a million years ago

Rocket Hands

There's a cathedral in Barcelona
That got its blueprint on a loan from 
Some gothic architect who didn't expect
To ever see it built
The workers were nervous,
The plans were too perfect,
They didn't have the skill
And so he sang:

Sagrada Familia,
I cannot give you what you deserve
I cannot build you from this dirt
I lay this wood I dig this earth
But I still cannot give you what you deserve

Your hands are spires,
They hold up the sky
You're filled with holy fire,
You burn my eyes
You've seen a thousand pilgrims light their candles
Why bother lighting mine?

Because if I ran my crooked fingers through your catacombs
And if I wrote my name in every page of these holy tomes
I'd be a fuck-up kid scribbling on your thesis
Sticking glue to macaroni pieces
Knowing you'll hold me and tell me it pleases you
Knowing you won't have the heart to tell me
All the reasons

I cannot give you what you deserve
I cannot build you from this dirt
I lay this wood I dig this earth 
But I still can't give you what you deserve

Sagrada Familia

Lyrics:
I told myself I'd write a book
Can't remember the last one I even read
My after picture looks like a before
So I show the before instead

And I know that a dream deferred 
Dries up like a raisin in the sun
But I've got no raisins, no grapes, no vines
I never did the work of planting one

But at least there's a balm in Gilead
The only kind of balm that I can have
Oh Lord I've got these wounds
And I've got no salve
Cuz I don't belong in Gilead

Well it feels just like I'm walking
Through the valley of the shadow of Death
I look up but I'm not sure
I've got any protector left
You may call me dramatic,
I'd say you're cavalier
We're all cavemen in our own caves
And I'm the only one here

Gilead draft

Abstract for Now

Damned Barebones is: Jonathan Bingham and Ben Lundquist, with guest vocalist Karen Larson.

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