Sketch of a love letter with six guitars and two vocals.  For anyone out there reminiscing about someone they haven't thought of in a while.

Left For You

Swallowtail Jig is a classic Irish jig, and it has a haunting ghostly sound to it that's only accentuated with a muted, barefinger-plucked banjo.  perfect mood music for st. patrick's day!

swallowtail jig

a mother gives herself sexually to distract a spouse who's about to beat his children.  that guy's a fucking asshole.  that woman is a fucking saint.

// LYRICS
it's not about us
you selfish and violent lush
it's not about us
you throw fists and violate trust
i'll stay
please don't hurt them
i'll stay
i'll stay with you
come here
lay down
with me
fill me
with your
rage

mother, the great protector (outraged version)

// LYRICS

ooooh when i think about the thrills so much for the city
get up kids close to home
and spymob
can't help wondering what happened to you and that city
i wonder if you're alone
my heart drops

everyone i know (everybody leaves)
is gone (everybody leaves)
they all leave (everybody leaves)
me

oooooh when i think about the time we met to play scrabble
i didn't wear any socks
self-conscious
i can't help wondering why i didn't notice that first song
on the thrills disc that you burned
(a love song)

everyone i know (everybody leaves)
is gone (everybody leaves)
they all leave (everybody leaves)
me

oooh when i think about you these days i feel this weird fondness
we never even held hands
but i felt close
can't believe i even tried to search for you online
but i remembered your name
and your smile 

everyone i know (everybody leaves)
(everybody seems to leave me)
is gone (everybody leaves)
(everybody seems to leave me)
they all leave (everybody leaves)
(everybody seems to leave but you)
me

oooooh and now i'm standing here surrounded but these people don't know me
the whole band left and went home
but i feel better

they all leave me

//LYRICS

have you ever heard that high-pitched noise inside your head that means that someone's thinking of you?

that
was
me
yeah
that
was
me

have you ever crossed the railroad tracks and touched a screw that means that your next wish'll come true?

my
wish
came
true
yeah
my
wish
came
true

i found you

that means that

a slight turn left on a classic irish jig.  perfect mood music for st. patrick's day!

garryowen

// LYRICS

Beautiful...  
My hands are capable of anything my mind is breakable of:
I will dial a phone.  I will rub your feet.

a darkened home

lovers' quarrel

This song is about the day of reckoning that everyone who's tried to climb the corporate ladder and succeeded will eventually face.

LYRICS

i'm blind i'm blind
can't see past the cash they flashed
so i climb, i climb
my conscience slept every step i stepped
and my mind, my mind
was so empty and free to believe
but these social structures
can't bear the weight of mistakes i make

i'm so entitled
weightless, gliding
falling upward
above the rabble
i'm building my legacy
the pained say, "wait and see"
cos history will come for me
history will come
it all comes back around
define: revolution
it all comes back around
the statues all torn down
building my legacy
building my legacy
i'm building my legacy
building my legacy

falling upward

How do you personify racism?  What would racism say and do?  What does it think of our country?  Of you and me?  Are they remorseful?  Or are they ecstatic?  This track explores racism from a whole new perspective.

LYRICS
Hi!  I'm racism.  You all know me because you ARE me, and you don't even see it.  So, let me shine a light for you.  You all know me.  I'm the motherfucker you can't see!  Wait, let me back it up--it ain't just mothers that I fuck.  I'm steady fucking an entire list of poor minorities.  That's people who are underprivileged, they ain't white like me.  Like us.  The chosen ones at the front of the bus who cuss and cry whenever we're called out we raise a fuss!  And I know this: I initiated and created made this extra-complicated honky-tonky obfuscated.  Everytime on my commute downtown when I am driving through stopping dead at a red light up on Grand River Avenue think I will get carjacked by a six year-old with a backpack who was walking to school I was so damn scared (whew!) holy shit man remember that?!  I almost had a heart attack.  Good gracious his face was basically innocent but how innocent can you be when you're black like that?  Walking while black is a major offense to a cracker ass cracker racist motherfucker.  Calling us fragile is a major offense: all my cracker ass crackers say this, motherfucker!  So of course our white defenses show up.  And our whack ass pretenses show up.  No remorse when we force intercourse on your race and we spit it in your face, motherfucker.  Hear you screaming voice hoarse S.O.S. in morse code we'll never get divorced, motherfucker!  Because you're married to America: home of the double-patty extra-cheesy white supreme imperative.  Yeah, the system demands I have the upper hand.  I understand my piss stinks like I ate fucking asparagus.  You know my country will take care of you, locked up in a cell in a prison system that is unrepairable.  I know it's terrible, right?!  I'm so unbearable, right?!  That's just the way it is there's nothing you can do to fight it.  So come on, bite it.  Suck on my white tit.  Your race don't quite fit.  You do not like it.  You got the short stick.  now time to put the blinders on these simple minded Europeans who ain't seeing every darker human being being cut free collectively with policies inequities a standard of being whitey.  The one and only master race cannot erase how commonplace a slave showcase in the marketplace was taking place with a warm embrace of hand and foot shackles with an audience that cackles when a whip rips into African skin the fucking bleeds and crackles.  And the fact that no one has tackled my actions in the past is an accolade that's vastly unmatched not even God understands.  He couldn't make a commandment demanding man to take a stand or reprimand the damn white man for his plan to ban his fellow man from this land like the African Mexican Haitian Dominican in my nation Cuban Peruvian moving into my country.  In the land of the free, with one exception you see--it's the land of the free for those EXACTLY like me!  Not for Japanese Taiwanese Chinese Iraqis Milwaukees all these inequalities are automatic let me be emphatic my institution is static this shit ain't quite democratic fuck the red and the blue baby, I'm only monochromatic.  Judges and lawyers?  BIASED Our police forces?  BIASED  Lenders and mortgagers?  BIASED  The school system of course is BIASED You can't deny it's at the highest fucking level so don't cry cos I'm the slyest fucking devil.  And what the hell I think I'll tell you my secret spell in this last verse.  This American place with racism's face is a prism in reverse: all the colors come in and what comes out is all white, alright?  But don't demand it's a constraint.  White is a canvas, not a plaster saint.  Please understand this...  all we need is paint.

Hi.  I’m Racism!  [Explicit]

music is a mirror
reflecting revealing 
its truth within you

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