My hero composed of grand words was unkind in his gestures
I embodied the imbecile
standing at his mane dumbly cooing
I recall the faces of reviled beings drifting away from sight
they recanted my plight
to my ears I couldn’t identify
 their cries

he was effective
he taught me how to be defective
he was ferocious
Convinced me that I was atrocious

I recoil in retrospect 
thinking of the times i gasped for my life
In bitter hindsight I coaxed the spectre, crossed the line
Unraveling the tinfoil that 
blocked universal signals from entering
I owed it to future myself 
To leave the vanity to die

he was effective
he taught me how to be defective
he was ferocious
Convinced me that I was atrocious

I didn’t fade away
Not made of dust or brittle clay
Time has abated dismay
I just have this bit to say

He Was Ferocious

I Love Jah

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Blotto on the precipice
Of impending stupor
I sauntered down a path to ineptitude
The twilight smudged like any other

As I reflected on the night’s roster 
Of meandering improvisation
He appeared from the ether to Drag me further toward my disarray

A charred cigar from an ashtray
Smouldering it beckoned
Alluding to the worms on the corpse
At the door to Schaefer’s apartment

Schaefer (4x)

The horrific feeling
That his desire for me was fleeting 
I played it off as coy but I admit
That it was just lust I teetered on
 
Please excuse my insolence
I’m just devoid of any common sense
Synergy was not what this was
Just like we proved before

Memories of a vesper
Surfaced from the embers
I drifted from the path
to my waiting car
And to Schaefer’s apartment

 Schaefer (4x)

Please excuse my insolence
I’m just devoid of any common sense
I played it off as coy but I admit
That it was just lust I teetered on

Memories of a vesper
Surfaced from the embers
I drifted from the path
to my waiting car
And made my way to Schaefer’s apartment

Schaefer's Apartment (Version 3)

There’s a longing  In your weathered stare
I wish to part the earth
Reshape the grief 
In your weathered stare  

It’s echolalia Of a fading dream
Twisting my heartstrings 
As curtains crash on muted screams  

Glaring at the Supermoon
Lonesome as the
Creature from the Black Lagoon

You’re a silhouette of a
Life I’ve not yet lived
I wish to part the veil
Our fate will fall
In a cascade

It’s echolalia Of a fading dream
Twisting my heartstrings 
As curtains crash on muted screams  

Glaring at the Supermoon
Fading clouds of static
In a Black Lagoon

Amusement Machines - Supermoon (09-17-2023)

Puffer Fish (2018)

Recorded at Headless in East Williamsburg. 

Equipment: 
Tascam Portastudio 414 MKII
Guild D40E
Drums
Fender Princeton Reverb II

Personnel:
Adam James

Recorded on 10/15/2023

A broken digital cover of a very un-Fugazi like song, in the most un-Fugazi like way possible. 

Fugazi I'm So Tired Cover

He pays his dues as a fly on the wall
Shakes his head at the screen relieved that he’s nothing like them
Another maniac comes into full view
Suspended in scenarios that cease to quit

Who are you to come marching your way back here
When I just finished packing all of your shit?

I’ll wake up, I won’t be old, I won’t be weary of it
I’ll exist and won’t snooze through as many events
It’ll be as if some altered sense of self is deafening in my ears
Like some hand dropped down and high fived my brain

Who are you to come marching your way back here
When I just finished packing all of your shit?

Who are you to come marching your way back here
When I just finished packing all of your shit?

Ash

country restroom

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