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Mutant Sentimental
03:40
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my heart’s in my hand
a sifted remains of another man
and my face is different every day
and i can’t say if i’d want that it would stay
all my time!
in narrow recess of my mind
falling backwards like the spring
in novocaine-on-memory
and i’m mutant sentimental
and my heart seems ornamental
do i wear it on my sleeve?
it’s not a difference i can see
my hand’s on my heart
tracing reverse, fading into the start
wrapped around and choking all our words
and the thought that it could all be so much worse
and my time
in rotting recess of my mind
in the filthy city spring
high on the fumes of memory
and i’m mutant sentimental
and my heart seems ornamental
but i still wear it on my sleeve
it’s not a difference i can see
"send the money for a rainy day
for the sake of future days
you’d better have nothing for me
you hide behind a borrowed chase…"
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2. |
Carlos Hullaby
03:42
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jump sheep for the stones that broke you
jump sheep for the lash on your back
jump sheep for the years that slip out through the cracks
one for the ocean inside you
and another for the ones on the rise
and one for the vicious black hole sucking night
the archer is wake
the swan is flying
gold against blue
our wills aren’t dying
sleep, sleep––sleep safe till tomorrow.
sleep, sleep, sleep safe, till tomorrow!
sleep sleep.. sleep safe till tomorrow!
and with the day's passing by we’re losing sleep
we only get what we want, not what we need
and every second explodes, we’re at our knees
and every day is a joke, it’s such a scream!
jump sheep for destruction behind you
leaving the dead where they lay
and a kiss of bitter wind on your forehead
whishes every stitch torn away
and wake!
oh, wake!
the archer is wake
the swan is flying
all against you
it’s such poor timing
sleep, sleep––sleep safe till tomorrow.
sleep, sleep, sleep safe, till tomorrow!
sleep sleep.. sleep safe till tomorrow!
there is hunting in heaven
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3. |
Gallant Goofus
03:04
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oh dear, poor goofus
dumb up on your steed
towards the well with no water
galloping for some new death or intrigue
or else grave disorder
you’ll find it not quite easy as it seems
to acquiesce completely
while continuing to rattle on
'and i promise
i’m not one of those guys
who’ll promise you earth and the skies
and sing you a ballad disguised
and play you the 7th chord'
'old lorca lullaby:
"horse won’t drink from stream"
––nor carnation’s daughter?
this quoting poetry’s lost its potency
anyway, it’s just the water'
and so on, goofus kept on, continuing
till they walked into the ocean
and disappeared into the fog
'oh, and i? i promise
i’m not one of those guys
who’ll promise you earth and the skies
and sing you a ballad disguised
and play you the 7th chord'
(“won’t drink from stream")
then A minor
(“won’t drink from stream”)
then A minor!
(quote poetry)
minor!
(quote poetry)
and i will stumble through heathers
and might die, in a colorless light
oh, but i! still gallop, untethered
and follow our master into solitary night
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4. |
Avanti
03:01
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watching rainfall, perfect to the touch
says so much, to these worthless hands
and deaf ears, gone astray, all in vain
there's no other way...
but avanti
or an advancing
or anything
i could want to be
but avanti, but avanti!
avanti, avanti...
counting thought and fantasy for miles
without a smile, and the rain still pouring
unseen past my brain, it's like some game
and i can't find a way
to avanti
or an advancing
or anything
i could try to be
but avanti! for avanti!
all avanti, all avanti...
i give up; it's better if i.... stop
i won't see a drop, behind the
images and false memories, all in vain
and who's to say these moments should stay?
to avanti, avanti
avanti, or let's not be...
avanti! avanti!
avanti! avanti!!
let's not be! let's not be!
to avanti, let's not be...
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5. |
What is our Release?
04:08
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to every aching amour, light flies
and every waking moment sublime
what is our release?
what is our release?
i’d like to know one thing i see
what is our release?
crawling in my mind
saturating jagged and abandoned lines,
a painted mistake
propping up my outs
overshadowing all, and each, and every doubt––
your smiling face
but all the aching amours, like flies
and every waking moment too sublime
what is our release?
i want to hear just how you see
when is our release?
are we how we see?
crawling through my mind
pushing into the absent dull beige leisure time
all my old mistakes
floating through my doubt
pulling in from where nothing that i am comes out
your new smiling face
through every waking moment, light flies
and every open l'amour, so sublime
and what is our release?
are we how we see?
what is our release?
what is our release?
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6. |
Door to the River [ ]
05:00
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no, no, no––how it's going up!
the flames are blowing up
oh, oh, oh, how it's going up!
the flames are blowing out
you live in a...
( ) a yellow star
( + ) on the boulevard
your life is a yellow star glimpsed from very far
your life is a...
( ) a yellow star on the boulevard
now, go, go, go, how it's blowing up!
the flames are going up
oh, oh, oh, watch it start to fall!
is this what we really want?...
your life was a shooting star, caught in my craw
your life is a...
( ) a yellow star on the boulevard
( ) a shooting star, caught in my craw, waiting on the faun
( ) a shooting star, afar
now, oh, oh, oh, watch it going up!
the flames are blowing out
now oh oh oh, watch it going up!
the flames are blowing up
set them all off behind your face
set them all off behind your face
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[ ]
[ ]
(no, no, no, gotta keep it shut...
don't open up)
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[ ]
[___]*
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The John V. Variety Hour Brooklyn, New York
solo psych avant-glam dance band with games and guests
twitter.comjohnvvariety
also 1/3 of lovelybeasts.bandcamp.com
[est. miami fl]
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