Hear me out
Meet me here
Spill my drink
And whisper in my ear:

"I think you know it's true
That kind'a livin' be the death of you"

Hollow mountains of ancient fears
Incubated in a vial of tears
You kept 'round yr neck
While you slept under Jupiter's moons

Give it up
Everyone knows
You're gettin' older
In yr teenage clothes

You squint yr mind to see
The golden poster boy you used to be

It's a slow-bloom Halloween
In the recess of this dynasty
Of losers all droolin' their blues
Under Jupiter's moons

It's just some dumb trick
It's no art
This slow dissection of the
Human heart

It's in the space between
Where we're sat
I've been a killer in a
Dream you had

Drunk on the punchline (it's a joke)
It ain't nothin' that I'm proud of though:
Just a "sorry" I swallowed and stowed
Under Jupier's Moons

Jupiter, Florida

Sometimes (My Bloody Valentine Cover)

Holocaust (Big Star Cover)

I'm So Tired (Fugazi Cover)

Strings of Nashville (Pavement Cover)

Lovers' Spit (Broken Social Scene Cover)

Grasp the Coke bottle neck 
To keep yr throat out of my hands
I had the generous rage of
An impotent man

I watched a tragic reckoning happening
When you undress
As if you’ve glimpsed your initials writ in Bic
Amongst an infinite index

You were a drug death slumped
In the fringe of the reservation
Beneath the stars confessing contours
Of some divine-ass calculation

Now the blood-splatter branches dance
In a terrible thrum
Like a facial burns victim 
Chewing bubble gum


But as the wind whips ash
To the lid of the sky
Low winter sun hung
in cataract white
and the universe echoes
no final goodbye
We must remember to be kind


Bloomed in the
Toothless empires of youth
Mapped by a  Flashbulb baptism
Acidic blossom in a photo booth


Waiting on some navel gazing savoir
Bathed in grave granite grey
Modifying your behavior
In a secret, silent way 


It was after dark acid in the car park
Flashes of a dark-heart passion 
That has carved bark fashionably 
With one heart two names
Probably the old flame
Of some Swiss army knife
Weilder feelin’ arcane
How’d you figure thinking less
Would lower fingers pressed against
The temple- some empathy test
Pistol with the knuckles bent
Never getting better
Always wedding to the medicine
And begging to be seventeen
When mystery was   heaven sent


But as the wind whips ash
To the lid of the sky
Low winter sun hung
in cataract white
and the universe echoes
no final goodbye
We must remember to be kind



If you hold that blink
You can glimpse the glassy thread
That tethers every terra dweller
To the dull digs of the dead
And it carries the pallid echo
Of their actions in it’s curve
And it renders you too tender for
The cruelty of the world

Carbon Trace Index (To Be Kind)

Disdainful autonomy, prosthetic spine
Brain fulla' Morissey's surplus bile an'
Grinning with the grin all mammal skulls share
When stripped of skin so the teeth grit bare

With a terror inherited from smothering parents
Serephim tellin' him everyone cares
About the status box prose that he posts when he's gloomy
Blatant rock pose that he honed in the womb and

Bones good for glue and a heart good for nothin'
Mascara to harness the dark of the coffin
Bard of the charred hearts, hardly a boffin
the doors of perception neglected his knockin'

Good for the coke rocks / pills for the rouges
Stood on a soapbox still fulla' soap
Shrugs for the hopeless, kills for the role
of the bit-part martyr, save his soul

All the right tomes, unread by his bedside
Purely for show and dead to his lead mind
Guess what he said: "I have to confess
I'm the best at confessin' outta all of my friends

I'm dressed for the end times, low on Serotonin
Pickled by the fickle and I put in a poem
The whole room swoons and I weep when I show 'em"
(Everyone he touches turns to gold... and no-ones golden)

A no-hope wardrobe of various blacks
Tie like a rope, always wearin' a casket
Assorted daughters' tongues down his throat
Carvin' out a path through the Plath misquotes

Hardly a laugh when he basks in a joke
Entombed in humorlessness, Ho Ho
With the slow choke of the clove smokes
And there's no hope as he blows smoke into

Thought bubbles fulla' ten-tonne troubles
Simian swagger through the Rimbaud rubble
Hobbles with grazed knees through Hades pleadin':
"Please appease these teenage demons"

Siren of irony, siphoning ire and he
Pines for the times he was deep in desire 
But his old flame waned, tearily uped sticks
Un-phoned his name, all weary of his bullshit

Clearly she's a culprit of incomprehension
Can't comprehend all the pen names he mentioned
A Photograph of Patti Smith: 
An icon for a profile pic

Bygone-clutchin' docile dick
Lickin' his pseudo wounds in the pits
With black hole threats of suicide
As an asshole wretched point of pride

I knew a guy who snapped yr cries
But he wasn't in the covenant of lies: he died
Remember the next time the black dogs' calling:
All of yr sore thoughts are awfully boring

The sky doesn't fall in, four horsemen aren't crawlin'
The wolf will not huff nor puff at yr door and
Cuffed to a vaudeville notion of blackness:
Spare us the carefully practiced naffness

It just gets daft when yr past yr teens
and you still find the will to quote Kafka in tears
Yr a closed book and I wouldn't wanna read it
Purple in prose, bone thrown to the eejits

Next time yr lonely, payphone yr sweetie
Cluck on of yr best threats, and this time mean it

Resentment Bouquet

I was a lush, aloof, a louse
I was cruelty at it's best
I was the voice of Mickey Mouse
I was the jokes of Herman Hesse

And I've whiled away hours
As a child I had powers
That blossomed into burdens
The moment I had flowered

This goes out to the matador's son
Hidden under the muleta, deliriously drunk
Un-spooling the parchment his father had spun
From the skin of ten women he'd promised to love

Pale, solemn, silent
We circle 'round the fountain
As a coat rack I was genius
As a man I was kinda lousy

You take all my advances
Now you're piling them up proudly
Well how would you have ever
Built this bonfire without me

The deflated patrons all conduct their marches 
Through jaw-less yawns of the city's dim arches
A calamitous choir, begging the pardons
Of anything holy, and hiding their hard-ons

It's not that the universe is cruel
It's just oblivious to everything
Especially you

Well, you can play along or sneer
But if you're staying on this sphere
There's a queue for the loos through the firing squad
Here's a token for the beer

I saddled my anatomy with maladies
Guess I was clamoring for clarity
Through smoke and bottle neck

And I watched folk toke
How they spoke with such closeness
It's a code I haven't quite gotten yet

The Matador's Son

Through the night that you dream in
Through dreams that go reelin'
Through the yolk of yr skull
All captured and culled when you wake

And the floodlights through the mesh fence
That would dissect ever sentence
And the playing field yields 
A perfume of ghosts in it's wake

You been hanging around
This noose of a town
So long it almost had you hung
So you reach out yr hand
And stand up to clamber the rung

As you trek through the vigil
And collect every sijil
With which to build the myth
Of youth

Keep in check with cold function
But regret's a slow puncture
Invisible like the weight 
In a moon

So when did it start?
This leak in the heart
That blossoms through every word;
Now it's rabid yowl
Is the saddest sound you ever heard

Twilight Vigil PKWY (Myth of Youth)

Wasted at the Hyperchurch
Just tryn’a wrap your arms around
Something that won’t disappear
Into the belly of this burial sphere
But everything ends where it starts
In the deep unpleasant dark
Curtained by Pizza Hut art 

If you’re antsy around funerals or illness
Well, transience turns numerals to nil

You go squinting into tinsel town
Frowning out the minstrel show
That constellates all round the hive
Assumes the soiled ring-tone jive
To sacred texts read from the glow
Of a tablet not of stone
Drowsy in the Wi-Fi zone

This neon orchard feeds it’s awful fruit
To the angels making off with all the Loot


Chloroform
Or re-runs
Anything to ride the slide of sleep

Coz waking life’s
A nightmare
Longer than it should be wide or deep

Wasted at the Hyperchurch

Is it a matter of time?
Is it a matter at all?
Coz you been doin’ just fine
Tuning the wine
Into chemical drawl

And is this all a test?
Or some terrible joke?
Coz the world is obsessed 
With shit that you just don’t get
Guess it was getting you low

Lower than loneliness

And did he smile?
Did he stutter?
When he told you the bad news:
“Well honey, now you ain’t nobody’s muse”

The mess that he made
The hearts that he broke
I guess it will fade
Yeah it dissipates
Into a cargo of smoke 

So the cigarette burns
To a finger of ash
But still the world turns
And you never learned
Quite how to relax

Hold on to loneliness

And was he sad?
Was he subtle?
Did the words come slow and cruel?
“Well honey, now you ain’t nobody’s muse”

I’ll be playing patience with remaining guests
In the basement of the Shangri la 
Sippin’ on experimental cocktail tests
That taste like faeces from a heated jar 
When the stars align
And misspell both your names

So did it sting?
Did it linger?
Did it knock your heart askew?
Well honey, now you ain’t nobody’s muse

Honey, You Ain't Nobody's Muse

V1
What becomes of the losers
Once they’ve lost their way?
No longer couched in Bukowski;
Loud lonely and lame

Singin’ “the moon is a tumour
On the spine of the night”
Inspiring lines that incite sighs
On goth poetry sites

C
So if it comes crawling
Please don’t answer it’s call
A rube who’s cooing cruel blues
Come to ruin us all

V2
Now the snow falls as dull as ash
Falls like airplane debris
Casts the room in lunar hues
And ruined geometry

I sit down to write you now
With your ghost by my side
Correcting punctuation and
Completely deflating my pride

C
I been cruelly dissected
Like an unbound centrefold
I raise a toast to holy ghosts
Forged from people I’ll never know

M8
When the paper cup chalice
Is drunk to the dregs
And I’m bending your ear
Else I’m pulling your leg

When the beer times the hour
Equals hole in the head
And my mood turns deep blue
And my thoughts all get read

V3
I said “I hunger for a stranger’s touch”
She said it’s cos use my brain too much
Even so, she says my name with trust
Hands me the mirror and the angel dust

C
But I’m forgetting the colour
Of her pallor, of her dress
I try to stray from the details
I am told they are the devil’s address

He’s come to ruin us all
He’s gonna ruin us all

What Is A Ghost?

If you’ll excuse the observation
Well yr mood turns obsidian black
When there ain’t no can or company to crack

You lack the patience for a
Dalliance with anything that
Can’t be caught or brought upon it’s back

To some single bulb lit room
Where bloodless blue lips coo
About anything but you
I guess it’s true
Nothin’ ever blossoms down here

Now your waxing sentimental 
But yr eyes turn vermillion red
When some grinning pilgrim says; 

"Well you may think that you’re a drinker
But yr drowning and yr damned
And when you drink you sink away
From outstretched hands"

Now yr canine gait is graceless
And yr blatantly misplaced
Among the grim parade of wasters
Who all say
“Man, nothin’ ever blossoms down here”

The night will bear it’s piercings untill
The dawn unleashes fierce rings that spill
Over the broken window sill
And I ain’t sticking round

Nothin' Blossoms

Well, my hard times were your buzz-kill
My freedom a mirage
The pardon between us will
Keep on bleating in the dark

I could change the damn geography to
Shake these shackles off of me
It rains the same 
Wherever you can run

And time is just a line
That threads through first impressions / last goodbyes

There’s some humorous muse I guess
Who’s sick of playing the role
Now a luminous pugilist
Who’s raining down the blows

You might’ve thought there was a darkness there but
I never caught it in the heart I swear 
And I been runnin’ from it everywhere
I roam

‘Cause people exist
How they have to exist to exist

Transcribe the rights and wrongs
Every In-between I sing
In an honest serif font
Over mellatron strings
If I can wring another struggle
From my former self to cover
As I am

I suppose I’ll survive
Alone, but alive
Some small sorrow sold
With every roll of the dice

Fair weather rouges will tend
To the stripping of ballast
But some carefully chosen friends
Well they can gift you with balance  

And it spurs a man to daring
And to bearing every bruise
And to blaring every care
Into your headphone commute

And the root of the blues
So stark in a song
Only proves that the heart
Is a dark weapon
Well, Right on

The Heart Is A Dark Weapon

Well, the winter pinned a splinter in his brain
That pulls the sun down early everyday
And tints interiors with brilliant white
And brings the mourners calling in the night

And when the jaundiced light of morning falls he
Sinks a little lower
Smokes his lungs into a HR Giger print that
Suckers in the glow

He’s been stuck inside the flat for like a month
Even his dealer calls up sounding quite concerned
But with the curtains drawn it’s like a submarine
A broken vessel at the bottom of the sea

I guess the multiplexes don’t reflect his
Curse of untapped ire
He’d rather lull the lids to summon his
Reversed backlit diary

But some things have died 
In the depths of his age now he
Feels pretty dumb when he’s
Stood on a stage coz he
Used to pull blues from the bulb of his brain
Now he’s just staying awake and paying to play

All the potential that gets wasted year on year
Elongated for the sake of a career
But the kind that only exists within quotes
Perpetuated by the local misanthropes

So it’s time to can the plan and join the herd 
With the purveyors of the lamest spoken word
But people; there’s a monster in our midst
And it’s angling for corporate sponsorship

Submariner

She always was a friend to me
I grew tempered exponentially 
It stings, these things are clear to see
In retrospect / humility

I had to mend my trying tendencies
And tend to her reasonable needs
I had to send the men I used to be
To a friend protective custody

Moonlight hits the glitter ball
Spits stars above the shopping mall
They're smithereens that mirror all
The cosmic stories come before

The plume of ghosts that blooms between
The mournful arcs of pedal steel
They're floating slow like mercury
Upon a slip-stream yet unseen

We've been a mess
Let's just admit it
Let's try to find
Someone who'll forgive it

Kids who spittin' "born to lose"
In expensive arm tattoos
Who's recognition of the blues
Is time-stretched, sampled, over-used

Ain't nobody gotta know
The whole thing is a fashion show
Who got the mic? Who got the blow?
I got something you oughta know...

We've been a mess
Let's just admit it
Let's try to find
Someone who'll forgive it

Moonlight Hits The Glitter Ball (Demo)

I drink the stuff from the bottom shelf
I'm only callin' yr bluff when I'm bein' myself
But enough is enough, nice knowin' you, well
If there was love between us, man I sure couldn't tell

Havin' forbidden myself to write about the moon
There ain't much of anything' fillin' up the thought balloon 
Tomorrow ain't a given and oblivion will come too soon
To forgive you if yr busy just studying the contours of the room

What kinda guy would smirk at a sunrise?
Sniff at the starlight?
Kiss in a bar fight?
What kinda guy would yawn at the dawn?
With a thorn in his craw?
Who was scornfully born?

All the telegraph bastards who all passively laugh
In a black hacking cackle, just like the family cat
As I amble through Amity with calamitous tact
And a heart like a rabbit gone bad in the hat

I was barely alive, a survivor of catastrophe 
I had Lucifer's warriors linin' up to laugh at me
So I'm'a stay in bed 'till the ass-end of eternity
Recoiling in disgust is not the same thing as apathy

What kinda guy would smirk at a sunrise?
Sniff at the starlight?
Kiss in a bar fight?
What kinda guy would yawn at the dawn?
With a thorn in his craw?
Who was scornfully born?

That was me, I confess
I agree, I was a mess
How'd it end? Take a guess:
You get free, else you get dead

That was you, that was me
We were through, it was clear
Guess it's true, painfully
You got dead, I got free

You Got Dead, I Got Free (Demo)

There's no easy way to say this
But I think that we've been played
They spiked our animal arrangements
With aspiration, watched the game

The vacuum don't stare
It doesn't see
And it doesn't care
What you believe

It's what the un-webbed fingers reach for
The acquisition of a dream
But who exactly is the dreamer?
What exactly does that mean?

Well we got to givin' names and
Constructing meaning out of it
And we learned to be ashamed of
The un-evolved whims of the id

When the dark takes back Earth
And we question "what was it worth?"
To have won at some game
Without reason, without shame
Without shame

So you lift up a glass and you assume an accent
That's accurate in it's portrayal
Of yr upward mobility, soon yr delivered 
To a plateau full'a assholes, full'a rage

Ain't no tiers of class 
When yr ass becomes plasma
And bastardised back into stars

That go keeping the shape 
Of the great constellations
All haloing above the bar

When the stars
They don't burn
And when stillness returns

To the dark of the void
And small trophies
Are destroyed

So it goes...

The vacuum don't stare
It doesn't see
And it doesn't care
What you believe

Self-conscious teenagers, meaningless, gone
Dancing and Cancer and Christian song
Satanists wasted and fitness tip blogs
Incels and Insoles and Manson and God

TV evangelists, all missing dogs
Diet scams, body slams, medical tongs
Novelty neckties and Hepatitis
Empathy, infamy, love and this song

Nuclear fusion and movies that star
Actresses tactfully clasping at hearts
Authors of awfull quote / unquote "bad art"
Ketamine, Circle, X, Square, Circle, Start

Soap operas, doctors and rock critic spiel
Sorrowful convicts and tasteless last meals
Kissing and mischief and cracked riot shields
All that we deemed to be meaningfully real

JJ Swimsuit

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