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Hunger Artist
02:30
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Lord Darlington: “No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
-Oscar Wilde, 1892
“During these last decades, interest in hunger artists has declined considerably.”
- Franz Kafka, 1922
So you want to touch bottom?
You want to kiss the gnashing teeth of death.
Flood the gates of Sodom
And scrub your hands until there is nothing left.
So you want to know madness?
and kiss the feet of the malcontent.
Crawl on your knees like an idiot
And autograph your love into wet cement.
Yes, everything you’ve ever done will mean nothing,
We are all just specs of dirt on the glass.
We chase figures of power and money.
Hoping that something we create will last.
But we are all just beggars in training,
Wanting validation that we never got.
But all our efforts are soon wasted,
“We are all in the gutter so why not look at the stars?”
I can’t explain why my life is a mess
in 50 meaningless words or less.
I guess I just want to create something
I want to feel loved and I want to feel trusted.
But I’m bitter, angry, and maladjusted,
At fair-weather friends and pedigree artists.
If merit is determined by your relationships
Then here’s your song, you fucks,
I hope you hate it.
Yes, I’m a hunger artist.
With loser lady luck
Drawing on inspiration
from the fisticuffs and pity fucks.
So cheers to wedding bells
And fresh new baby smells
and all you Peter Pans
Stuck in “forever never” land.
Oh, we are so fucking fragile
The way we parade our hearts
Shoot the moon, shoot the stars
Still vastly miss our marks.
There is strength in numbers
But armies fade with time.
So gather your wits…
It’s ok to go it alone sometimes.
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2. |
The Wolves of Paris
02:36
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Sit and dine with the rats of the world,
Fold in your chair like a factory mold.
Kill the lights let the speaker explode,
Kill the mood let Cupid’s arrows erode.
We’re loosing light, so I’m burning bridges.
I’m loosing friends and I’m loosing interest.
Another year lost to history,
Another year of it’s not meant to be.
And all your friends say ‘that is just the way it goes.’
So sit and drink alone to the radio.
I hope they play your song, I hope the spirit stays.
And all your friends say ‘that is just the way it goes.’
That is just the way it goes.
You won’t be dry for days.
On dirty sheets, I will be on my knees.
Begging “baby baby please don’t leave”
But all colors will turn to grey.
Last words: “Don’t ever change.”
It’s strange now how I begin to ask:
Death by hemlock or a heart attack?
So holdfast to that letter from me.
“Oh what me worry?” I’m just a memory.
Now I know what you mean,
When you said you could do better than me.
So pin your heart to your sleeve,
And take that sleeve and pin it to me.
Because,
Through dog ear’d books,
Through record skips,
Through broken glass,
Through pouty lips,
I gave you space.
I gave you time.
I gave you everything.
Your heart was mine.
So take all my money,
Take all my time.
Take everything.
Take my mind.
Take all my money,
Take all my time.
Leave me nothing,
Except this bottle of…
(whine)
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3. |
Quietus
02:53
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“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end”
-Hamlet, William Shakespeare, 1600
Is this as far as we go?
Is this as far as we go?
Is this as far as we go?
Oh how we age.
We had such promise in you.
We had such promise in youth.
We had such promise in youth.
But now we’re caged.
See these fires we fed?
See these fires we fed?
See how the fires are dead?
They’re all dead.
There is a point to this all.
There is a point to this all.
Because there is a point where we fall.
And we all fall.
Hallelujah to Gods!
Hallelujah to Moms!
Hallelujah to Us!
With our paper wings,
We are cursed to follow the sun,
Cursed to follow along.
Like lemmings to the ledge,
We are drawn to the edge,
And we’re prone to jump.
Feel that knife in your chest?
As the blade makes a mess,
As it pierces your heart.
(we’re unscathed)
Feel that noose on your neck,
As it pulls on your head
As you stiffen like lead
(we’re unafraid)
See the mountain erupt,
See your veins open up,
See the coffin door shut,
(we’re unnamed)
See the blood on the page,
See how the letters arrange,
Into a song that seems strange,
(we’re unfazed.)
To be or not to be
To be or not to be
“To be or not to be
That is the question”
To be or not to be
To be or not to be
To be or not to be
Forever THE question.
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4. |
Waterlillies
05:21
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"Life is a four-letter word."
-Lenny Bruce
Did it hurt when landed,
facedown on the floor?
Do you still get confused,
when you can’t find the door?
In a palace of nothing,
we created ourselves.
We question our motives,
of why we burn in hell.
Did no one give you, the attention you need?
See the stars in your eyes, how they lit up the night,
But now they just stay cloudy for days.
Where do you find courage, when the party leaves?
Maybe there, on the corner of your bed,
You can find a little sleep.
Did you choose not to answer
when they knocked on your door.
Did you open your skin
to see the color of war?
In spectra or in secret,
We burn ablaze in limelight.
Just actors in guild,
Just patrons of night.
…so did your pray for help or did you pray for death?
There’s nothing left.
There’s nothing left.
After this, there’s nothing…
…and when I get home,
I’m going to sleep.
Force myself to breath,
force myself to eat.
Sleep is charity for a mind that leaks.
In dreams of fantasy, I see with clarity.
But when I wake up,
it’s a new day to care.
A new day to try,
A new day to fail.
And when I get home
No letters, no knocks, and no phones.
Just four white walls to remind me
(that I am all alone).
….when I get home, I am going to sleep…
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5. |
Never Understand (JMC)
03:54
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