The Lawrence Arms : Apathy and Exhaustion
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1. Porno and Snuff Films
Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans
Exude my exhaustion, Canonize all my tomes.
this home is afloat on a yellow black moat
of bile, hate and guile and vile pains in my throat.
let's drown in the basement, it's filled to the brim.
let's jack up the prices while the pickings are slim.
Do you like my party tricks?
you all washed through me like debris in a stream,
you cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed.
melting alone, showing off white bone,
you can ring that bell or you can huck in that stone.
on the phone is the voice i've been dying to hear.
there's nothing for you, better luck next year.
when everything was suddenly, utterly clear.
to shut off these shut outs, i'll cut off this ear.
can you hear this night?
it's starry, starry.
can you see me mouth out sorry, charlie?
there's no good taste in this art space.
straight porno and snuff films, i should be disgraced,
but i'm titillated. it's tantalizing,
and as i move to the movement, i'm self-aggrandizing.
i'm filling with air, i'll float it up there.
a chairman sitting easy on a big easy chair.
Do you like my party tricks?
I trick out clicking sticks to get my kick
2. The First Eviction Notice
A temple corroded.
Eviction pending.
Embrace me, old nights.
Gray sky, streetlight.
Lyrical descension.
Attention fading.
Breathless I'm a mess.
Kissless I'm in distress.
I'm barely breathing.
This crowning anguish, locked up nervous reflex.
I've got to build up from the inside.
a relapse.
reflection.
distorted.
repression's smiling spitefully.
longing for you to sew up my seams.
I'm barely breathing.
I've abandoned old identities
Skin I couldn't fit into
Songs I couldn't write
My voice will fade into this starless night.
Can I get much blinder?
Can I kick myself much harder?
Have I accepted this, to torture myself?
You can't see me.
Have I invented you?
I'm barely breathing
And you're easy to believe in
and it's so depressing
That I'm always second guessing myself.
3. Navigating the Windward Passage
4. Your Gravest Words
All these words trip over cracks in the sidewalks.
Uptown, one year. I'm distantly distressed.
I'm finally coming close to ghost.
I'm dancing on your gravest words.
I'm toasting all the coldest stares.
All the loneliest of eyes.
I am a satellite, never getting signals right.
You are a constellation.
I can barely make you out tonight.
The city lights are burning too bright.
I cut and paste these sections of maps into my days.
Sunspots. Almost feverish. Can you feel me shivering?
I'm finally breaking out of orbit.
I'm clinging to your finest words.
I'm draining all the angry glares.
All that's building up inside.
I am a satellite, never getting signals right.
You are a constellation.
I can barely make you out tonight.
The city lights are burning too bright.
And the dreamers walk slowly through the crowds
Nothing can stop us now.
I am a satellite, never getting signals right.
You are a constellation.
I can barely make you out tonight.
The city lights are burning too bright.
5. Boat Less Booze Cruise Party
6. Brick Wall Views
Don't break too many hearts.
Don't take too many arrows in the chest.
Cry comfortably, let us all know what you're thinking.
Is there a gesture I could use to clearly express
I'm at an utter loss for words?
Is there a part of you that's torn?
That's larger than life?
That'll hold on for one more night?
I've got a speech to make.
followed by a big parade.
Northside. Closed eyes.
All charades go on forever
Hands tied with fools pride
In a slowly fleeing summer
Just throw your hands up at the sky.
No use trying to explain this.
The clouds are mirrors. I'm disguised.
I'm not all that entertaining.
The city looks the same
until you notice smaller changes.
It still knows us all by name.
It holds us close to its heart
It holds us close to its heart
All my hopes are unaligned.
This diagnosis is self-designed.
Northside. Dead eyes.
All charades go on forever
Hands tied with fools pride
In a slowly fleeing summer
Empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to
Brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons
The days are flooding into months
The nights are staring into centuries
I've got some older pictures
of people I see once every couple years.
Intrigued or Unamazed?
You were so much different back in those days
and now this smile has a bitter curve.
Now these eyes are unenchanted.
And all we see, is a faded image of what we used to be.
How can we relate?
When we don't know a thing about each other anymore?
When we don't know a thing about each other anymore?
When we don't know a thing about each other anymore?
When we don't know each other anymore?
Is there a gesture I could use to clearly express
I'm at an utter loss for words
7. The Corpses of Our Motivations
8. "I'll Take What's in the Box Monty"
9. Right as Rain Part 2
10. 3am QVC Shopping Spree Hangover
11. Abracadaver
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