Stop Paying Attention

by J. Marinelli

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released May 15, 2015



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Track Name: Lockdown Town
Remember when I introduced myself ten times to your scene-spawn, your hangers on?

Polite and slighted, I waited for my moment, knowing that yours was gone

I guess times change, but I will stay the same in that I know the truth about you now

Remember when I caught you and your boyfriend laughing behind your pointed hands?

Back when you thought you had this town on lockdown -- looks like the joke’s on you

I guess times change, but I will stay the same in that I know the truth about you now
Track Name: Saturn of Clarksburg
Saturn of Clarksburg
Devoured her children
Outside the Fayetteville Mall
Did the endless motorik
Interminable muzak
Driver her dull appetite up the wall?

And the clerks saw naught out of place
Except the blood on her face
And the pile of bones by the Spaceport Arcade
Housecoat clean as a slick Rick Perry smugshot
Neighbors agog as they turn to A-3
And they see
Track Name: The Great Negation
A sullen refugee from some great negation
Survivor of that which iced his wild elation
Bespoke, it broke him down to cogs and splinters
But he shook off the cough and scoff 'til winter's end

Strode through the spring unfrightened
Over oceans and borders to a bright-minded kindness
Lightened up to get enlightened
Shrugged off the late weight of his county's own blindness

Sprayed sheets of anger sweet in friendly stations
He sweated bright map-dots in foreign nations
And sung it sweet like high-lonesome drunk Replacements
Spurred on by glowing coils and the smell of basement joy

Touched tarmac a wiser person
Untried by those trials our boy is now that much more complete
Grim clouds of doubt dispersing
Inspired by the spires and the chords and the concrete
Track Name: T.M.S./N.E.S.
Too many slammers
Not enough slammers
Track Name: Human Landmine
I wish I was a landmine in the ground
Yeah, I wish I was a landmine in the ground
A landmine in the ground will fuck you up, pound for pound
I wish I was a landmine in the ground

I wish I was a battleship on the sea
Yeah, I wish I was a battleship on the sea
A battleship on the sea could sail away to thee
And blast your bones into the rocks and sand

There lies the crux of the problem, my friend
Unable to trade in my human form
Steel’s thicker than skin, and this blood will never keep me warm

I wish I was a bomber in the air
Yeah, I wish I was a bomber in the air
A bomber in the air could fly from here to there
I wish I was a bomber in the air
Track Name: The Moray Eels Eat the J Marinelli
From out of left field
The right answer will hit you
I wouldn’t shit you
Blood here there should be none
Prominent ribs under white fur
Track Name: Month of Mondays
The lie of living on leisure time
Won’t interrupt internal rhyme
A monolith of a mother-heartbeat
An endless loop of pain and defeat

The cost of casting a less linear line
Might mean a life without dead time
Results are in: the powers to not favor
The dignity of our divine labor

Month of Mondays
Sweetly sleep the week away
Awake each Friday at five
Track Name: Acceptable Faces
Exceptional fates for acceptable faces
Age is a number, cool is a binary
Acceptable rates for exceptional races
Wealth is a ghetto, no less than poverty
Sorry, the same rules apply
It’s all cut-and-dry
No matter who your father knows
Bother what your mother owns
You better pay up for a job well-done
Or you’ll reap what you’ve sown
Don’t care what your connections are
Vague notions of how you’ll go far
With your bland-o band
Press kit in hand
Track Name: Kendrick's Ghost
Kendrick’s ghost will then and now
Resonate within my brow
Which furrows at the chaos and futility

Silver tongues on override
Drumbeats from a suicide
Rehearse it to the best of your ability

Dreamers die in real life
And those of us left behind
To sing our rhyme
Will abandon it in no time

So rally ‘round the blowout kit
Quick reward, convenient hit
No means to reconcile the songs we’ve broken

Painless in nostalgia’s coil
Slumbering verses in the foil
With words left hardly sung and never spoken

Survived by
Your broken sticks and practice tape

Make me an architect of sound
To spread my mortar all around
And though the structure is unsound
We’ll live in skyscrapers of ice
Paralyzed by our paradise
Dystopian and bored

Whatever makes you think you’re happy now, my friend?
Track Name: Stop Paying Attention
Stop paying attention
To the tabloids and trials
The yellow-page trash
The dusty young dash
With functionless dials
That signify nothing
But a waste of our time
What a load of old shit
We’re better than it
Dollar for dime

Detox it paradoxically
Our best defense is to ignore its ceaseless plea
That rough old road gets smoother every ever-loving day
And I’ve every intention
To stop paying attention

Behind the monitor-white smile there lurks a smirk worth hiding
Blood-pulse in eager handshake