| The Death Of The Sweetheart
This album is dedicated to, and is for, and about the death of the
sweetheart. In a social plane, impossible to exist, and in memories,
past defeating present. We mourn the sweetheart's loss in a disgusting
world of opportunistic, lottery ticket holders caring about nothing
that is long term, only the cheap thrill, the kick, the for the moment
pleasure, the easy way out, the bragging rights and trophy holding. The
thirteen year old tattoo, the hard attitude, devil may care, don't call
your parents, drink, insult, thank only yourself, and blame the rest if
you don't get buried in the boot of the rocker, the trunk of the car,
and they get laughs, they get home late, they missed the rent, they
forgot your money, they've got a new friend, they won't be told they
are wrong.
Burn baby burn, take the trash to the living room,
laugh at the sweetheart, you and your friend can kill it if
television's aim is bad, break it, hard or die. Hard or die. It keeps
going, you're not wrong, don't worry about it, what matters? You're
having fun right? Break the rules rebel, break them hard, help
yourself. Make yourself at home, turn on the video games, don't bother
to contact, gorge yourself, it's all here for you, take your sweet
time, if you're confronted by it, blow it off and get paid quick. This
is what it's all about, and we're with you baby, take my bite as high
supposrt, take my argument as just something that's my problem, you
don't need this, you need to please yourself. The dream is alive and
well, and we don't want to wake up from it. Ethics, morals, spirits,
breakfast cereals.
Honesty in bloom, heart on sleeve, life
ever exposed and safe, Courtesy to them and all you know, cinnamon and
cider mills part last night's drenched roof shingles, down and cotton
covered breath, out in the open with nothing to hide, mention of soft
paper and pine, soda powder and brown paper bags, angora and hound's
tooth, youth and canvas, fresh color, blind chance and forward stumble,
scarlet mood, and white ivory shimmering laugh, safe in mind and
comfort in home, absent of flies and anger, blankets of your own,
peaches in cellar, subtle hair and skin, sand and leaf, felt napkin and
clothing line, warm air from heating vent, snow on ground, reunions of
sane unforced presence, motherly intervention held in suspense,
enraptured holy sight, reception in halls, your Sunday go to meeting,
your helping hand, your summersault, your attic, your home and your
preservation, so simple, so untouched, this is as wise as raven and
easy to trust, yet have they known, and yet may they wonder, with words
and thought and thorn, this spirit and persona under.
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