Tear them up
In the light
Call them out
Flood of Strife
Talk about
Previous lives
Wish you were
Still alive
Come back to my arms
Come back to your home
Come see me rule everything I own
Come stay for a while
Tapestries on the wallSoften my surroundings for when I fall
Been denied
An easy time
Tried my best 
To socialize
Fuck you all
Struck a nerve
Give myself
What I deserve
You’re not that small
Talk back to your mom
Chewing on your leaves of lemon balm
Come back to my arms
Come back to your home
Come see me rule everything I own

Flood Of Strife

Oh, Avignon
Papacy is gone
Frescoes on the walls, frescoes on the walls
Oh, Boniface
Holy Celestine
Dante left disgraced
Avignon, comfort me
Well, I spend my time
Drinking goblets of Bacchus red wine
For all those who crawl shall be friends of mine
Their white cassock robes
Cast long shadows in the Palace of the Popes
This old stone bridge no longer crosses the Rhone
Bethesda arcades
Swelled up with rain
Fell in love with you on the promenade
The fountain remains
As the lightning brigades
And threatens to pummel the palisades
Sweared upon open eyes, I’ll be there for you in your demise
Let you into my walls, and showed you my gardens and my waterfalls
With my fortifications, avoid humiliations
I’ll walk you down the hall and let you surmise, every time
Well, here I sit along the grimy banks of the muddy river
Appropriately named for its viscous consistency
Contaminated by Fenway soil and motor oil
Protected by Cat’s and Komatsu’s, shaded by the trees
In a city not far from the Maginot line
Stands an olive, suffocated by wisteria vines
So long, poor olive tree, didn’t deserve to die
Dripping lilac pedals, nature’s way to try and hide
And in the misty air, you told me of your little problems
And how they make you act and play with your fragile brain
And as I stared into your eyes, my mind began to wander
You’ll love me as much as I love you one of these days
All the lovers of this world have their own place to hide
Somewhere warm, somewhere cozy, preferably inside
But all the love their crave sure won’t stand the test of time
All I wanted were these little friends of mine

Avignon

Kevin Wulf - Guitar
Gabe Singh - Drums
Felix Hartley - Bass
Ben Caranicas - Bari Sax
Harrison Fink - Alto Sax
Peter Rosales - Trumpet 
(missing: James Steinman-Gordon - Keys, Jack Horvath - Tenor Sax)

Written for New Music Ensemble at LaGuardia High School, recorded on an iPhone at Anthony Campbell's house in Brooklyn December 2019