Young Spillers

by J. Marinelli

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1.
I know some hot young spillers man and ladykillers gonna pick you up just for a letdown and you'll walk home frustrated thru the streets of your town And it's all so boring 'cos you never score no matter how many beds and bars are waiting one day you'll wake up loveless and find it's you you're hating Don't mean to let the gas out your balloon But their pettiness is stinking up the room Don't need them if they don't want you for you You got so many better things to do Ain't the first to be tricked into being a victim Man it's just a symptom of our culture Impossible to tell between the doves and vultures Living off the carcass of a scene that marked us once When we had a healthier agenda Thus it hurts that much more to see how far they'll bend you Don't mean to let the gas out your balloon But their pettiness is stinking up the room Don't need them if they don't want you for you You got so many better things to do Leave them all behind Don't throw your pearls at swine It's not you.
2.
And so it came that she began to doubt her own precious vision, she said to herself, "I'm going into this with my eyes prone and open. Oh we pay through the heart for what we've always understood as complementary - understood as complementary. She met me halfway to nail me in the dust of my petty cowardice: "I know you hate me baby but it's safe enough with everyone but you." The morning after's nausea comes quickly, on call to purge us of the faith that makes us sickly, and if she wants to know what's wrong, (ask) my Tanqueray, and my Barrett Strong, and if she lets me wait my turn I'll show her all my 20 class a cigarette burns, yeah.
3.
You are dismissed You got two faces and I wanna rearrange them both You're always in the piss With your crazy pills and shit-talk, a tick on a bloodless host A middle finger from the safety of the safety glass While ***-****, ****, and I were busy draining our glasses Ran outside to chase you down but you was hot-footin' it up the pleasant pleasant pleasant Pleasant Street So I cupped my hands at the side of my mouth and I shouted something so characteristically sarcastic To make shit of your shit-talk and iron out your irony Dont ever fuck with me Or any of my friends Or my girlfriend Or any of her friends This is the sweet sweet end And the good guys won The summer's barely begun Its gonna be some kinda fun I would compile a list Of grievance after grievance but I'm sure that it would take too long You don't need a scientist To figure out that for years I've been right and baby you've been wrong Like a great man said I'm glad to see you go goodbye More than happy just to know that you'll be evil on your own time And maybe twenty years from now you might give a sincere apology To ***-****, ******, and me And to the local music scene For all the human puppetry And all the bad poetry To every person you have used For every privilege you've abused And while you may not be excused You are dismissed

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released April 21, 2012

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J. Marinelli Trondheim, Norway

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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