Demo 2

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These tracks were written and recorded over a couple months in late 2018, and were performed shortly thereafter at small show in a bar in Billings, MT. Except for "007 2", which was written and recorded in early 2019.

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released September 18, 2019

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Track Name: 009
Lay me down in a bed of bats
Half-baked sermon for the cold to catch
Tell me ‘bout your mother
that sacrificial lover
Beat my breast with burnin’ sage
char the bars of a different cage
tell me ‘bout your leavin’
that sexy kind of demon
Send me to sleep for most the season
cook my crook and own the deep in
Tell me ‘bout the red light
that comes to you in the dead night

All I wanna know is about you, baby
All I wanna know is how
All I wanna know is about you, baby
All I wanna know is how

Will you cut to the bone?
Will you cut to the bone with me?
Will you cut to the bone?
Will you cut to the bone of me?

Catch my stutter with herbs and rats
Family reunion for the rot and thatch
Tell me ‘bout your potion
That persuasive lotion
Soak my salts in rendered fat
Taste the sweet from a different vat
Tell me ‘bout your stealin’
That lusty little heathen
Pluck my nails and dig my grave
Find in me your body slave
Tell me ‘bout that cold kiss
that keeps me hot all through this

All I wanna be is your beastie, baby
All I wanna be is yours
All I wanna be is your beastie, baby
All I wanna be is yours

Will you brew to the brim?
Will you brew to the brim this me?
Will you brew to the brim?
Will you brew to the brim this me?
Track Name: 012
Savah don’t care ‘bout the couldie in your good life
Savah don’t care ‘bout the honey in your windpipe
Savah don’t care ‘bout the way you treat your daughters
Savah only care ‘bout your wary pauses
Savah don’t care ‘bout the duty in your poll strike
Savah don’t care ‘bout the ethos in your lecture right
Savah don’t care ‘bout the way you burn your garbage
Savah only care ‘bout your data dollars

And I can count on my lonely broken finger
how many tries it takes to cook a clinger
and oh your surprise when you come to realize
that what you despise is Savah paradise

Savah don’t care ‘bout the virtue in your vixen
Savah don’t care ‘bout the affect of your diction
Savah don’t care ‘bout the penis in your panties
Savah only care ‘bout how you like to be teased

Savah don’t care ‘bout what you think is true
Savah don’t care ‘bout your pride to taboo
Savah don’t care ‘bout how irony your diet
Savah only care that you don’t stay quiet

And I can count on my lonely broken finger
how many tries it takes to cook a clinger
and oh your surprise when you come to realize
that what you despise is Savah paradise
Track Name: laydut
In the den of cool light
I fix myself a different number
that I might feel right
and calculate a mode of slumber
where I can be the kind
of coercive familiar lover
that you seem to like
to warm your back and still your shudder

But I’ve got words of hope
that I can’t leave alone
and I’ve got timebomb pink components
that’ll snap your back and fuck you lonely

what you got in the back for me?

Oasis dream in the back of a magazine
I see what I
wasted dreaming ‘bout the back of a limousine
And I
Track Name: 013
In the back of the cab with the foreign lockup
I’m asked if I know where they pour the cop blood
I been on my way since I was a baby
even though I feel a bit lost lately
I asked her back if she knew the way
It’s a different path for her every day
They keep changing the stairs around
Some go up and others down

Have you seen what they’re doing to the kids in the show?
Have you seen the way they’re making them glow?

Little pink badges on the dashboard
Little pink badges on the dashboard
Little pink badges on the dashboard
Little pink badges that you ask for

And in the full bowl I see my reflection
scared but thirsty for digital detection
Nothing’s changed since I was a baby
Even though I can’t seem to feel much lately
What’s it look like from where she’s sitting
Another soul soaked in the candy kitten
They keep wrapping their lips around
Some breathe in and others out

Have you seen what they’re doing to the kids in the show?
Have you seen the way they’re making them glow?

Little pink badges on the dashboard
Little pink badges on the dashboard
Little pink badges on the dashboard
Little pink badges that you ask for

Let me check your ID
Track Name: 006
And in the junkyard, a different kind of melody
a little bit coarse but nonetheless heavenly
of things that never lived, but still managed to die
stacked in magazines like bullets waiting to fly
One by one I appraise each curiously
The vacuum, the gun, and the elevator key
Different links from different chains
and the way a smoothed edge means greater pains
I sort by color and wonder if they did
the way better logic seems so evasive
how when life gets too scary
we look for something to lose
And then when it’s all in order
I’m left ill but at ease
so I go mix them all up
and bury them in the leaves

And in the hotel, a different kind of melody
not so warm but nonetheless devilly
of things that never lived, but will manage to die
stacked in elevators like cum on a thigh
One by one I appraise each curiously
The man, the woman, and the whatever it wants to be
Different links from different chains
and the way a smoothed edge means greater pains
I sort by function and wonder if they do
the way bad logic seems to get into you
how when life gets too scary
we look for something to abuse
And then when they’re all in order
I’m left ill but at ease
so I go mix them all up
and bury them in the leaves

Anything can be trash if you throw it away
Anything can be love if you treat it that way
Track Name: 007
I lean over the sink in the bathroom and watch the glass vibrate me into something softer but more immediate.
My mouth is dry as though I’ve been speaking, the way a muscle is weaker unworked.
I feel the sub through all my contacts, but more in my bellwether guts, these slick spinning pouches in dead and polluted sunset hues which bounce with anatmospheric velocities through blood somehow classically scarlet and default web green, DVD player screensaver endocrinology.

Above the sub a gaussy whorl of antialiasing importunement cedes and grades with the dumb blunt hashes of a detuned rotary against a flat wet rubber which misconducts the choir into sixth echo returns, returning all at once, a discharged battery of billions. O billions. The billions on my skin, skinny billions skinning billions, my softer skin, me more immediate. The door opens and everything is just a song again and a woman takes this chance to ask why I’m in here and I explain I used to be a whatever boy with static pages full of killers and killeds scattered on my bed, floor, whatever, and that I am now a whatnever man with a desk that extends to both walls, covered in a desperately clinical tessellation of dynamic pages full of lovers and money-lovers who live so good it hurts me in unnamed places. The woman laughs and then uses the bathroom and then kisses me and then leaves and then the door closes. And then more above the sub a gay seraphic boomerang tears the balm and forth from it a hot blue open of precisely terrifyingly yes exactly thank billions exactly and forever exquisitely this yes—and then cooling, and then closed, and then no, and then what.
Track Name: 014
Wasn’t it you who was telling me just last week
some little bit ‘bout how you’re feelin’ incomplete
and now I see you with this half-cash prophecy tonight?
Yes it was you I remember it all too well
the dirty diamonds in your eyes and that desperate kind of smell
and now I see you with this white-trash casey tonight?

Won’t you come and get a bit
a little bit of etiquette
mama’s gonna set you right
and help you keep your drum tight

Wasn’t it you who was telling me just last week
some little bit ‘bout how you’ve filled you diary?
No more room for another cheap fuck tonight?
Yeah it was you I remember it all too well
the ink on your hands and that autoerotic kind of smell
and now I see you with this dick-stash stacey tonight?

Won’t you come and get a bit
a little bit of etiquette
mama’s gonna set you right
help you keep your drum tight

What’s a bed of lies ’til you lie
’til you lie down?
Track Name: 002
A certain kind of surfer
can tell you about where he’s been
all the different waves and ways
without shame
A certain kind of surfer
can take you into the ocean
away from everyone you think
is to blame
But I can tell you what they won’t down there
that yeah it’s a little darker but there ain’t much air
so if it’s thrills you want but you feelin’ scared
trust me when I say there’s no such thing as prepared
And I can’t tell you what they want from me
But I’ll bet you that it’s everything
And I can’t tell you what they’ll get from me
But I’ll bet you that it’s everything
So if you want to come around tonight
I promise I’ll turn up all the lights
And if you want to come around tonight
I promise they’re gonna see you right
A certain kind of cop
can tell you about who he’s killed
all the different babes and ways
without shame
A certain kind of cop
can take you under his shield
away from everyone you think
is to blame
But I can tell you what they won’t down there
that yeah it’s a little darker but there ain’t much air
so if it’s thrills you want but you feelin’ scared
trust me when I say there’s no such thing as prepared
And I can’t tell you what they want from me
But I’ll bet you that it’s everything
And I can’t tell you what they’ll get from me
But I’ll bet you that it’s everything
So if you want to come around tonight
I promise I’ll turn up all the lights
And if you want to come around tonight
I promise they’re gonna see you right
Track Name: truesthiipe
Hundred different ways to wake up today
But I chose the one with the body play
Jack that sphincter black the tincture
Suck all of my blood out
Data drippin’ like a morphy Mozart
Every night brings brand new starts
Catch my tongue and turn it back in
Lick my teeth and taste the plastic

I can tell you everything that’s happening inside of me

Head-dropped running with a cell to call it
Sad-sack fat-suck metropolit
Watch them killies with the paper wallet
Short-stack half-stack never full-stack
Diamond delts and femmy felts
And how your face feels when your brain melts
All my friends are doin’ it
All my friends been through it too

But while I don’t live alone in the city of shit,
sometimes I feel like I’m the only one ashamed of it,
so when you open up your mouth to give me a kiss
know it’s not just me that you taste on your lips

How we kiddies gonna ever know
If the ugly things turn pretty people
Track Name: 007 2
A hundred lives away
I am of wealth and riches
A hundred lives away
I own homes and around them ditches
A hundred lives away
I find a kind of pride
That one hundred lives away
I might carry into the fray

A hundred lives away
I pluck fruit from the trees
A hundred lives away
I eat it as I please
A hundred lives away
My feet sink in the dirt
A hundred lives away
I am cooling in the clay

A hundred lives away
I sleep all through the night
A hundred lives away
I dream of my own life
A hundred lives away
I am fucked only when I want
A hundred lives away
I less dread every day

A hundred lives away
I am a better man
A hundred lives away
I am better with my hands
A hundred lives away
I put them to work
Because a hundred lives away
I don’t need them to pray

And though I’d rather bribe
I am not above to grovel
And though I am alive
I am still sub-larval

And though I know I’m ill
I am nonetheless tenacious
For though I lack the will
I am desperately ageless

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