Showing posts with label ep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ep. Show all posts

Saturday, September 30, 2023

The Stars At Noon (2022)

First released on Knights of June LP (2015), this version has slightly better fidelity.

Summer was a psychic blast till autumn drew her fangs
Winter came all white like diamonds in a glitter range

Through all the losses we've known
Through all the cuts we've sewn

April washed off dust and kicked it toward the moon
Dusted off our shades at night and gazed upon the stars at noon

Safety Hawk at the Miranda

From the 608, to the 520, to the 928, to the 520
From the 305, to the 505, to the 666, to the 999

We started first we meant to last and put it to a song
And now we know the love we had we knew it all along

Safety Hawk at the Miranda

from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022

https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/extra-track-the-stars-at-noon-2022

Epic Winters

Written in 1997 yet first recorded in 2022.

There's no love like the love I have
For someone other than you
Do you know of Canadian grove
Or the turmoil that's come into view?
Liars say that it's difficult to pay back
But I'm no fool to believe
All the ships, all the sailors in the port
They have a another thing coming, have another thing comin'

I've got epic winters
spoiled splinters
Soiled tears
Someone told me that you hold me
But it's only in my fears

Epic winters in my head

Is there a price to pay
For my ambivalence?
When the walrus does its tricks
I domesticate the world
And the soldiers who deny it
Have a hard time getting by it
The extremes of re-creation
The choice cut, the unmowed lawn

Epic winters in my head

Ghost Inventory

The ghost settles in the salt grass.
I see the ghost and, for once, the ghost sees me.
Early July, and I have been swimming.
The air is warm, but the water is not.
The water is prickled coolness.
I open my eyes beneath the surface.

I think of my father, his ashes.
I think of my mother's green teeth.

I see the ghost. The ghost sees me.
I lost too much. I ache and . . .

To the surface, I take blue air.
The wind flits over skin.

I see the ghost. The ghost sees me.
I lost too much. I ache and creak.

Out here on the flats the alkaline dust kicks.
Hardened hills reflect still water.

from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022

https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/ghost-inventory

Shallows

you act like you're drowning
but we're in the shallows
the sound of the school bell
is no call for the gallows

i bet my hand and won
in the summer of the train
the forest flames licking
the pine and barbacoa men
taking time in swamp-dry caves
to get their flavors right

i bet my hand and lost
in the spring of hanging
birds and broken bikes
along the street where we
fought to see a world
so worth the fight

Lick My Flip Flops

Blinded by desert dust
and the heat and weed.

Late nights in Tucson
before the crossing.

We order beers
and drink them here
with salt and lime
until the darkness disappears

Lick my face: salt
Lick my flip-flops

Soft lull of dawn
I sing this song
with windows open
to the lilt of mockingbirds.

from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022

https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/lick-my-flip-flops

Crooks 'n Books

i hid in the golden gate
with a stack of words & a
fountain of birds 
filled with black ink

songs about killing
songs about doves
songs about crooks
and the books that they love

i got tied up, wised up & fried
by the light
by the crying jags of time
where we slept in the weeds

wrote a river of trout that clotted the violence of men
wrote a season of hymns from the sorrows we hide in our head

Drinking Shack

out back in this
stolen country
is the runner up

to our drinking shack
staged like broke wood
& bloodied pistons

I woke up at 4 AM
and poured a whiskey
to pretend it
was still night

He will think
of the woman
he loves lost
in the misted anise hills.

And I won’t be there
and sister won’t be there
and the black haired Greek woman
who tells him to leave
his pants on the porch
because they reek
of turpentine
won’t be there either.

Everyone spends their life
dying in parking lots.

from tourniquet dreams EP, released March 20, 2022

https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/drinking-shack

Sunday, January 9, 2022

Edible Clinic

Edible Clinic

i'm in love with the

i'm an edible clinic
my heart's in my hand
& i'll be free in a minute

i'm in love with the
i'm in love with the
i'm in love with the

i'm an edible clinic
my heart's in my hand
whole wide world of catastrophes--
i'm in the thick of it

i'm in love with the
i'm in love with the
i'm in love with

i'm in love with the city
i'm in love with the land
in love with a 1000 hearts
fast as I can

i'm in love with the
i'm in love with the
i'm in love with the

i'm in love with the city
i'm in love with the land
i'm in love with the edible hearts
fast as I can

lotta love in the sewer
lotta love for the land
i'm in love with a 1000 hearts
& i do the math

i'm in love with the city
i'm in love with the land
i'm an edible clinic
& i'm open for visits

from all of our songs are demos EP, released January 7, 2022

Grievers

Grievers

wind fire day
snow fire night
all alone
in the shed
with the harshest light

grieve the seed
in the husked
& swollen vine

ghost on my mind
ghost on the mend
ghost in the heart's asylum
where we play pretend

from all of our songs are demos EP, released January 7, 2022

Indigo Witch

Indigo Witch

hey hey where you goin?
i'm all out of stars
the dust and the weeds
are a stones throw

a million miles . . . away from love

hey hey where you goin?
i'm all out of stars
the dust and the weeds
are a stones throw

a million miles . . . away from love

indigo dreams
in the ditch
long lost love
for the wanderlust witch

indigo dreams & a life on the lam
american schemes & american scams

from all of our songs are demos EP, released January 7, 2022

My Mouth is on Fire

My Mouth is on Fire

we had a reason for the season but it was wrong
we held each other in the shelter for a song
look at the light
what's wrong with our eyes?
see what's wrong but we can't gather our own minds

our first look at the light
our first light look was wrong

we had a reason for the season but it was lost
we held each other in the sentence at what cost?

tear out the wires
slash the tires before we're gone

light the fires
find the hearth where you belong

mouth is on fire
mouth is on fire
mouth is on fire
mouth is on fire

we had a reason for the season but it was lost
we held each other in the sentence at what cost

from all of our songs are demos EP, released January 7, 2022

Tunisian All Stars

Tunisian All Stars

hard to circumscribe
these golden isles
in a boat made of sand
all these burning silos

we love to feast
on these fruits & seeds
in the milky white
metabolize our dreams

in the driest floods
are the wettest fears

in the milky light
were we hardly sleep

the tunis all stars & their magic beats
will help us to endure all our defeats

sold off my dreams
for a mouthfool of lessons
learned a lot of about holes
mediterranean sessions

hard to circumscribe
these golden isles
in a boat made of sand
all these burning silos

all these burning silos
all these burning silos

from all of our songs are demos EP, released January 7, 2022

https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/tunisian-all-stars

Ghost Asylum

Ghost Asylum

cigarette schemes
heard it once before
in doerhoefer park
by the big brown door

the boy in a poncho
with teeth like a shark
asked for a light
i hadn't a light
afraid to be wrong
afraid of a fight

bringing honesty
when you lay on the floor
bringing honesty
when you open the door

it's a ghost asylum
it's a ghost asylum
it's a ghost asylum

Sunday, February 23, 2020

kick out the jams

got a knack for shaking like the locomotion
we got the sunburn we'll dissolve it in the ocean
hot on the beach
with my credit card scams
FM radio will kick out the jams

give you my number
you will study my glands
sand in my hotdog
and a stick in my pants
hot pocket romeo
full of mason dixon bloat
he don't have time to gloat
a bigot with a boat

black marks
american sharks
top of the charts

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/kick-out-the-jams

the 1970s

the 1970s
in the red rock heat
there's a dog
in the street
in the neon glow
is the shape of your face
is the taste of your lips
is the spark of your sex
abolitionist texts

we are doing all right

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/the-1970s

fuck off, jack

fuck off, jack
that's not an attack, it's a threat
you can see how the words
you slur make me upset

fuck off, jack
behind closed doors you show a lack
incompetence
foam at the mouth amnesiac

fuck off, jack
you act like you're some
rhetorical acrobat
but it's a joke
cuz your tongue is forked
and your wool is wet

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/fuck-off-jack

sax metaphor

sax metaphor

looking for a sax to blow
looking for a heart to hold
looking for the prairie lights
where i got a napkin with your number written twice

got a pile of pancakes
a mouthful and it feels right

several seasons of wedded bliss
a single phone call will tell us what we missed
a lovely moon and circle 'round the fire
will wash ashore in oligotroph desire


looking for a sax to blow
looking for a heart to hold
got a napkin with your number written twice
in the prairie lights

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/sax-metaphor

joel grind is all right

digging up the crucifix
digging up the swastika
pale faced terrorists

not even a riot would make them blink
not even a riot would make them shrink

monochrome kids and their solid gold sorrows
sitting with you in the deepest dark hours

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/joel-grind-is-all-right

seven seasons

seven seasons
seven sorrows
watery drought
on your false tomorrows
reddish haze
on a garish palace you gaze
your time is up
your heart is blank
your gut's a grave

sinking cities curry no favor
how to profit off a scientist savior

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/seven-seasons

we've got the chemicals

we've got the chemicals
we've got the spaceship
we've got a heart on
for sexual relations
you are the cream
i am the crop
you are the scarecrow
with the mop on the top of your head
in the emerald city
you are instead, the boy,
the toy with golden sockets
the chemicals heroic & unleaded as the locket
i lost, the cost, is losing my lead
we've got the chemicals and in this metaphor
we end up dead, the fittingnest tomb
for the tome in my head

the fittingest tomb
for the tome in my head

we've got the chemicals
we've got the spaceship

from execution drone ep, released September 26, 2019
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/weve-got-the-chemicals