I would never be a capstone, hailing up above
No articulate features, I’m agglutinated mud
Amidst two sides, obscured, underneath your feet
Spliced tight to insure, all your whim-wham fads can pique

I’m the glue, sweet honey stone
Conjugated flowers and bone
Within my hive I’m merged, an eccentric humble-bee
Once profligate, now frugal, cured....to last through epochs, see?

I’m not who they came for
But, I’m still important
I’m the glue, and I’ll stick to you. 

I’m the penny-slot machine, for the monkey on your back 
A compromising venture, parlayed within the cracks 
Laudations fixed on you, unless when fiends observe 
My betraying ruddy snake eyes, piercing what you deserve

Chorus

I’m not your first pick
But, I’m not the worst trick
Cuz, i’m glue, so I’ll stick to you.

As you crumble, I dessicrate! A pressed flower left behind
I languish your recurrence, to sheathe you and not outshine 
Should have kept intact the bonds, I surrendered to the clock 
Was cast in heroic constellations, now I’m a scattered cinder crop

Chorus

I’m not who you wanted
Now, you’ll forever haunt me
I’m the glue, and I was stuck to you.
I’m just glue, wishing I was still stuck to you…
Wishing I was still stuck to you…


Capstone

A grooving song recorded at Toy Car Studios in Austin, Tx.

Image by Luci Papke.

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Whipping Boy

Written by Evan Hilliard
Words and music Arranged by Nick Kukowski

Image by Luci Papke

Beggar

Lyrics not done for this one yet. But, I dig the tune.

Image by Luci Papke.

Call Me Up

Bend Your Ear

The Deference Between Fault & Responsibility

There was a girl from Pasadena
Beauty pageant ballerina
Dug her dimples in with needles
Now every leech in town can see her
Tendering their resignations
To what kills imagination
Drawn a bead on reservations
See what happens after graduation

Vodka bottle on her necklace
Says she could pass you up in twelve steps
She doubles down on every bet
With a Russian roulette bullet
Where she goes her boyfriends mirror
The part of her she can’t repair
That ain’t something she considers
He reminds her she’s a winner

Why do I have a black spot on my tongue for her
I can’t fuck her so I gave up, swept her under the road

Saw here wading at the bus stop
Still could never do no wrong
Her license stolen by the cops
The red light hit her it wasn’t her fault
Nothing ever was her fault

The Deference Between Fault & Responsibility

It is peaceful when you’re not a thing, you don’t worry, carefree
I am floating next to nowhere with a notion (to be clear)
I am taking no more prisoners, 
I am forced to be a lamb
At the mercy of my own hands

Go on stretch your limbs and crawl, back to your neanderthal
You were grunting next to nowhere from a heartbeat
You could loosen up your cage
You could easily escape
If you needed a break

I am nothing
There is nothing
There is nothing
We’re all nothing
We are bodies 
merely floating
Through the walls of someone’s home 
And when we return to nothing
Maybe it won’t be so cold