you want to hear a ditty so
i’ll play a fucking ditty, o!

I was trying to take a nap
It felt more like a heart attack 
I was waiting for you to call me back
Trying to ignore electoral maps

There were people burning down churches 
Spray painted with the name of a hotel brand
My mind and my body might be getting divorced soon
It's been 30 odd years with this flesh cellmate

but
you want to hear a ditty

in a quiet night’s fog
i can try to feel god
but the vacant strip malls
they just spit at me feet
take the dogs through the park
and catch dirty looks
from suburban moms and dads their kids
missing their teeth 
if i’m not bouncing my checks   
it seems as good as it gets
but that aint what the screen’s revealing to me
these fascist fucking crooks
born and bred to burn books 
i know it seems hopeless baby focus on me 


in a a quiet night’s fog
i can try to feel god
but the vacant strip malls
just spit at me feet
take the dogs through the park
and catch dirty looks
from suburban moms and dads their kids
missing their teeth 
if i’m not bouncing my checks   
it seems as good as it gets
but that ain't what the screen’s revealing to me
these white supremacist cops 
just  love a heart when it’s stopped 
i know it seems hopeless baby focus on me

ditty (jan 666)

underground (white american)

hitchcock eats ramen

empyre

drinking while my friends are jogging 
having kids and making money 
drinking while my friends are dying
starving in corporate apartments 

howdy there been stranger
let me tell you all about my research 
it gets cold down in the cracks of the earth 
haven’t seen you lately and it’s starting to get to me
sometimes feel your memory through the scattering screen 

goddamn whoever i am 
i am always that same man again 
drinking my past from a gasoline can
hallucinating things that i thought i’d outran

art won't feed your family vol. 1

drinkin' (scattering screen)

sameskin

single #1 off art won't feed your family vol. 1 due 01/07/2022
lyrics
living easier now
scraped together the dollars to eke out the summer
try to relish the swell
without eating yourself back to basics
back the choke of the collar
the wallet that leads you around
living easier now
Turned out an exception;
born proletariat while for everyone else
their closing the shelters
see ten dying strangers if you don’t
keep your eyes to the pavement when you're walking around
living easier now

i don't know what to tell you
my microphone's busted
my jaw's rusted shut; i've been chastened by lust
I've been redeemed through trust
I'm just like you some times I can see the future
sometimes I'm new
sometimes crimson and clover
sometimes I’m just over

the critic hates to talk about her work
when you go and see her
leave your red pen in your purse

living easier now,
breathe your life in an out
back to the smoke
without fire acquired
in a lush of a town
the past stuffed in its mouth
swings its fists all around,
when asked to spit out
hits the weakest among us
growing accustomed by now
born to be the lion they ground your teeth down
got your own language now


i'm not trying to sell you
some line that I've bated
i've waited with bated breath leaden dreading the walk up your steps
I'm just like you stagnated by a memory
walking around like i’ve been called back from a reverie
its a slow motion race to escape from the everyday
Brutus knifes an intern for a line on the resume
we’ll talk about in the break room i’ve got lunch free on saturday

the magnate hates to talk about her worth
so when you go to see here
save the check book
save the talk of money for arranging your own hearse
and leave the red pen in your purse

and if i’m as shallow as a hasty grave
if at the end of my life i’ve got nothing to say
well, i just hope you’re there to parse the guilt from the grace
to wipe the blood from my face
to shoot me out into space

credits
released December 10, 2021
keys be elizbeth avalie
everything else b clancy

the critic

All of this grief’s got me bargaining,
hyperreality buckling 
under the buckets of blood it’s been gathering, 
thoughts have been scattering
doves into branches of olive trees
generations of kids won’t be planting. 
It’s just like they planned it

Trauma screen’s got me twitching inside of my skin. 
Mainline fear and despair to keep us pinned in our pens 

Been in search of a therapist 
who can tell me the difference
between neurotypicality
and partitioning tragedy
so you keep clocking in 
for the bosses new Benz 
for the scraps you get fed 
while the taxes get skimmed off the top 
to pay for the war heads 
killings kids in their beds.
 
I have dreams where it’s different
I also have dreams where it’s my dead kid in my hands

It’s only background violence when you’re not the one dying 
It’s only background violence when you’re not the background 

Been preaching to the choir while
false zealots bathe in mass casualties, choke down the devil’s seed.
Freed myself from Gepetto’s strings
now i’m  ungrounded, a cloud blowing out the dispensary. 
Won’t be caught sober communing with the masses
in the maze with the Minotaur, my manuscripts, no ministry
can exempt us from becoming the angel of history
and its wreckage alike.

I need you standing next to me 
not bitter fights on freezing cold nights 
spent swimming in the entropy, beat down or reckless.	
Made time a luxury to keep us off the streets.
When did we hand over the keys to these feckless

wolves who eat our children for breakfast? We’re next on their checklist. 
We don’t live out loud. We don’t make a sound. We’re next on their checklist.

(I am sorry. I could not come to your protest.
I had to feed my family by punching numbers
into a spreadsheet hosted by a company 
that has designed the algorithm
currently being used to murder your family. 

I am sorry.)

background violence

b clancy fka sea brain

anxiety dreamscapes and fear of the public

broken phulk music and electron pop rocks

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