I could never date you because I'd slowly grow to hate you
But I'll progress around the circle just to keep you in my arms
Advertise myself as grateful and considerate, but that's toxic
And it won't exonerate me of my shortcomings at all

She was lying
Miles hasn't climbed a tree in years
Rather party in the airplane than write odes or other art

And I'm dying
Tranquilize me with complacency
Replacing all the holy nectar leaking from my heart

"Eli, why'd you do it? Why'd you take down all your music?"
I'll admit, it was a misstep trying not to be perceived
And yet, I don't deserve the twenty strings and thirteen wires
Living with me in my bedroom, at least that's what I belive

She was lying
Miles sleeps since January
Beating off, redownload Tinder, this was fucked up from the start

And I'm dying
Tranquilize me with complacency
Replacing all the holy nectar leaking from my heart

Everything that I touch turns to dust
Can't find a better way to say it's corpses to the ground
Keep building your life inside a shell of skulls
But tell me how to keep on living when myself I haven't found

She was lying
And Miles was the victim
"Oh, I'm so sad," shut up, fucker, yeah, you really played the part

And I'm dying
Tranquilize me with complacency
Replacing all the holy nectar leaking from my heart

I want to make something
I want meaning
I want to fuck up
I want meaning
I want to learn alive
I want meaning
I want me
I want meaning

And it's a shame (you know, from which I derive sexual pleasure)
I couldn't talk you down from conceited entitlement
And I'm crying, as the curtains close again
I'll renounce all that I've said to make amends

Everything You Didn't Want To Hear

Songs from the edge of somewhere. A place that doesn’t announce itself. You step in and can’t tell if you’ve walked into a protest, a party, or the end of something.

Conil’s music comes from the blues and from the life that followed it. A voice marked by the places it’s been.

People heard it early.
Danny Thompson said, “You don’t sound like anyone else.”
Tchad Blake still plays Strange Part of the Country.
Peter Green walked into the studio one afternoon and cut a track.

The record didn’t arrive with noise. It surfaced—four stars in Q Magazine, a Blues Matters cover, a single reaching number three on the U.S. Alternative Radio Chart.

The early years were England. Then came New Orleans, New York, Berlin, the Himalayas, Kilimanjaro.

The second album is close now. Marc Ribot on guitar. Danny Thompson’s final sessions. Tchad Blake in Wales.

Some things reveal themselves only at the end.

Of salient bruises to my ego, divining desire’s a cornerstone

Tunemaking est. 2012

One half of https://soundcloud.com/joymachines

'Good Tunes' Playlist every month(ish)

Contact: maxrutter.music}@{gmail.com

Everything You Didn't Want To Hear

Eli Orion