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Brand-New Glasses
01:55
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Dear child of doubt
Don't freeze me out
I'm not trying to impress
My glow's a happy accident
But can I try your glasses on
My gaze a staid and stolid locus
Spent, a pent-up panorama
A sordid slideshow out of focus now
You learn fuck-all
Through speaking small
We find nothing when we seek it
The longing's there so why not pique it
But can I try your glasses on
My gaze a staid and stolid locus
Spent, a pent-up panorama
A sordid slideshow out of focus now
When you play the princeling
It's hardly convincing
So get a grip and rip it up
And terrify and toughen up this town
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2. |
Unvitation
02:29
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In an endless rendition
You net nothing but carrion
How in the hell can you send me an
Unvitation
I won't sing smarter than you hear
Earmarked, un-murky, my message clear
Every vowel and consonant
Is pointed upward to make you want
So how in the hell can you send me an
Unvitation
Secret stars and rent-boy bars
Have snubbed me on their way
While I've been told I'm on a golden road
My doubt is holding sway
Ageless and teenage
It seems there's left to do
But sweat and scowl for you
In an endless rendition
You net nothing but carrion
How in the hell can you send me an
Unvitation
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3. |
Madison Girls
02:21
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You’re digging trenches while I’m scaling narrow walls
You’re talking swastikas with tattooed boys and all
But when your luck runs out you’ll walk a fragile floor
And grit your teeth about how far you had to fall
Look at the way you did me in
Look at the idiot you’ve been
Check how I’ll lose you when I win
Go back to Madison
I’m counting bruises where no bruise should ever be
While you spread doubt about the spawn of you and me
But when the dope runs out you’ll spend the week indoors
And resurrect the ghost of what we had before
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4. |
The Dead Don't Need Us
02:27
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A conscience is a parental pathfinder
It scratches – could we all have been kinder
Bent in a flash of perfection, imperfection
We can see all but our vanity, our insanity
The dead don’t need us
Are we guilty survivors?
Discursive – are we road-hungry lifers?
Slaves to an energy internal, eternal
Currents unfocused like a cinder in a howling berm
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5. |
Humble-Brag Man
00:56
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Humble-brag man
He’s a thick country ham
Gonna hit you up, stitch you up
Any way that he can
Humble-brag man
Another dodgy old scam
Tricky Dick
Shift you quick
Icebox to the fry-pan
From the oven to the fridge
Here comes the bridge
Wet handshake-quake
Betrays a right sketch-bag
His false modesty is such a drag
Humble-brag
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6. |
French Exit Foreseen
01:30
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Define your borders
Defy convention
Honor your mistake
As hidden intention
No matter where the universe might put me
I will have known you
Foreseen French Exit
Vacant expression
Won’t hold a light to
Written impression
No matter where the universe may not put me
I won’t want to know you
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7. |
Cocaine Activist
01:34
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Ersatz leader of men
A third arm sprouts to pat his back
Our manic cocaine activist
Martyress to cook and clean
A third arm gropes to stroke him off
Hardwired to sharper gills
A hurtful waste, all bottom-fed
Our toxic cocaine activist
Lackeys to charm and crawl
A third arm strains to rub him out
Monopolize the conversation
At every meeting
In it for the ingratiation
Your time he’s stealing
And it’s got him reeling
Stagger-drunk on your applause
Urgent, insurgent paper tiger
Filmy and soft in tooth and claw
Neither a lover nor a fighter
With rhetoric so desperate
Intentions that may motivate
Are less than pure
They’ll always leave you sore
They’ll always leave you sore
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8. |
The Evil of Two Lessers
01:50
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The lost year’s blight will never fade from sight
Only the bitters can we sweeten
As we charm ourselves through the shivering dawn
With every new dose of misfortune
Lasso me lazy like the moon
I’ll hang you up in my orbit
Bite the bit we’re bound for nowhere
Soon to hide, din of the Delta ride
Held-over pulse like a crestfallen
Countenance, establish your distance
Now that you’ve blown out every engine
And six months I’ll not be found
Face hidden in broad daylight
Miles away form the lost year’s stomping ground
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9. |
The Common Come-On
01:12
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The driest daytime drama lives
In silly personality seams
Introducing each date
The singles are going straight (to hell)
Unhealthy innuendo throughout
The common come-on is strange
Where the whimsical sect
Entitles Lexington miles
I can see for miles and miles
Below the drop
You’ll wind up in
Another town
And burn the heart of everyone
Who dares to stick around
Australopatheticus breaks weak
Scorches torch-song in touches
Fluttery old hearts hold fast
To the weakling’s lost weekend
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10. |
Creak and Sway
04:27
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Wrested control of myself last night
Dug in deep with an X-Acto knife
Burnt so bad but it felt all good
Just the way a sovereign self should
Put my neck into the loop last night
Pulled the rope ‘round a red throat tight
Cut the gas and read me my last rites
Creaked and swayed in the window light
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11. |
Stray Volts
02:14
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Last week I took a walk among some industry hell
A silent stray volt winter at the fracking well
A Babylon of bad decisions-oh
Advance a yes-man plot with no big no
But when the credits roll the weaknesses will show
Last night I had a comrade help me with the math
Of smoking out a certain strain of sociopath
Lurking behind me like a blonde shadow
No matter how much shade I throw
Stray volts will darken every contrived pose
And I’ll sleep sound tonight
So thankful that I’ve sussed
Each individual in which to put my trust
You’ll see no time for fuckery
No more stray volts for me
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J. Marinelli Morgantown, West Virginia
J. Marinelli is a one man band like no other. The sound and fury that emotes from his haunting Appalachian echoed yowl falls
somewhere between Guided By Voices, a lost mountain troubadour and a classic 70’s punk outfit from your dreams.
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