I found the stick
I found the rectangular prism of deodorant
To cancel out the stench
Phase out the pitch
Of the people that you hate
So you can go commiserate
Like you’ve never done before
Like you never had done before
Why do you complain?
Can’t you see that’s it’s that much better
In this way?
I found the stick
I found the cylindrical prism of ejaculate
To slut shame the bitch
Cut out the stitch
In the wound that you taste
When you meet her face to face
Like you’ve never done before
Like you never had done before
Why do you complain?
Can’t you see that it’s that much better
In this way?
I found the wick
I found the cord-like fuse
That I will use to blow it off
Until it’s too late
Like I always procrastinate
And long for the things I’m now above
Like one of two doves
When the other’s passed away
When the other’s passed away

I Found The Stick

Fruit Gun Pencil

Cruel Capable

It’s just just just
An exer- ex ex ex exercise
Nah
Ah ah ah ah 
Game
It’s just us us us thus
*conversation*
Flame flame 
This ah it’s uh this ah it’s uh ah ha
It’s just just just
*ah ah ah ah*

Girls can’t kick kids kids kids kids
Just just just
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
So what?
It’s just just just 
Easy?
Eh eh eh eh it’s just just 
“Conversation”

Feel Fucked Up (tut tut tut)

Wet and Wreckless

Sunken in a Cup

Knew me a night 
Well I’m sorry
You knew me wrong 

Going inside
While my heartache’s
Going long 

To fetch for some something
That’s simple
For some men
With sport in their blood
With sport in their blood

Following tracks
I’m picking 
Up a scent

If I had a chance
I’d say it’s
Ten percent

And I’m trying
My best here
To make friends 
And be clear 
And true to myself
And true to myself

Sport In Their Blood

Gone is the song of my ideal soul
I only grew to pick apart my gumption, so - 
You can find me doing something else
The only way I know to repair myself’s self

Oh so many times I have jumped in the air 
And told you I just don’t care, oh
So many times I have screamed, to shout
“Why don’t you figure it out!?” …ow…

Gone is the song of my ideal soul
Gone is the song of my ideal soul
I only grew to pick apart my gumption, so -
I only grew to poke useless holes..
Useless holes 
Useless holes
Useless holes

Hole Punch

Track 03 - Hum All Night - Molehills - Graham Lang

Hum All Night

Track 09 - Can't Pull It Together - Molehills - Graham Lang

Can't Pull It Together

Found this buried in old computer files. I forgot all about it... pretty cool motif. I must've been 16 when I wrote it.

roughmotif 2008

Lamest Horse in Town

Baby Being Fed

I’m a joke with no punchline
A loser with no game 
This dark street sure has stop signs
But I’m jaywalking anyway

‘Cause it’s not a matter
Of crossing the street
Just whether or not 
You’ll choose to cross with me

My money’s on
The fact that you won’t
So if you don’t I’m okay
‘Cause i’ll say i don’t 

Choose to love you
Who’s to love you?
Used to love you
Used, but loved you 

I’m a tape stuck in rewind
Hard to hear in reverse
My black tape will then unwind
You’ll see my at my worst

But I’m smug
To comfort
And padden my flaws
So when I see you there 
With her hands in your claws

I tense up
And forget
The reason why I came
And leave here thinking
I’ll never be the same 

But that’s an overstatement
“I can’t feel without faking it”
So I’m lying but who cares?
Apathy’s pushed me down flights of stairs

Melodrama’s drained it all 
You’re not hollow, just a young adult 
“When you’re older you’ll understand”
Quote unquote. “No, I can’t hold your hand.”

Graham

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