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Murk Matinal

by Oh My Snare!

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1.
Have we grown wise or mild? When former allies once wild Meet their demise and comply If even Pleistocene-born mycelium fungi Bow to the machine When this bus sighs, so do I I'm done challenging, I yield I'm just not the walrus, I'm checking out To be honest, I'm a wuss And I'm chickening out, yes I'm chickening out Could there in parallel dimensions be uncompromising versions of me? How lost are my allies! The cost was my inner child Well, cynicism prevails in this world where I have signed Now sober me admits What drunk me told a thousand times to mirror me I'm not quite the fighter you admired Held this sword for years, now my arms are tired And I ramble about our glory years The adrenaline rush, the art The sense of wonder, the Liu Kang kicks Oh I'm sure the parallel versions of me are itching to share their theory: “I could be you! You could be the new me! We could totally be pulling some Freaky Friday thing You’re not cursed! It’s never too late to create an alternate universe” I'd love to meet brave me For a piece of advice and a cup of tea This uncompromising man from a world where I haven't signed He'd probably say: "Where the fuck was your spine on the day that you signed? Nah, nevermind… It's not too late save your timeline You know, in parallel dimensions dwell versions of you strong as hell You're not bound to always sell yourself short, you can still rebel I could be you! You could be the new me!"
2.
加油 01:36
All of a sudden The voices go silent Color me dead I could use some 加油!
3.
I bet you wanna see my impersonation of a jolly little fellow Let me wipe these tears and I'll come say hello Or do you wanna witness my downfall? I'd save you a seat if only you'd call From time to time Do you wanna see my impersonation of a respectable Mrs.? I'll give you some bullshit about how successful the band is How my career's blooming late and how great I've fared I know you'll take the bait, 'cause you've never really cared And when I see your blissful grin That well-fed tummy, that upheld chin of yours I got a feeling of checkmate And it gets so hard not to impersonate And when I see you do so fine I can't help but wish you shared this quicksand life of mine So I just overcompensate And slowly become this impersonator I hate
4.
Your sheets are fresh with a lavender scent But underneath they reek of sex, which is nice Leaves are rustling, you’re making coffee I’m wasting smiles in your hair, I like the quiet, I like your butt Oh I’m not in love, just glad you brought me here in this endless morning I should be home, but I fear home My sheets are full of nightmares and bedbugs, my roommate won’t sleep He can hear them pleading: “Please come home, we’re gonna eat your very soul Isn’t that what you want, familiar hands ripping your heart, ripping your heart?” But I don’t wanna go home In my bed, my motivation is bleeding while bedbug eggs are hatching And your ass distracts my eyes from the irony And your lips soothe the mindfuck I like this park, squirrels don’t judge you If you give them almonds, they won’t see the failure you’ve become I used to dream of tides and mountains, not goddamn Facebook events Tonight I’m sleeping at your place I’m not in love, don’t wanna go home I’m fucking scared, my nightmares and bedbugs I can see them breeding I can hear them pleading: “Please come home, we’re gonna eat your very soul Isn’t that what you want, familiar hands ripping your heart, ripping your heart?” Well I don’t wanna go home, no! In my bed, my motivation is bleeding while bedbug eggs are hatching And your ass distracts my eyes from the irony I should thank you for all the meaningless sex... and coffee But I’ll be on my way now Say, could I have one last smile for the road home? You should check your linens for bedbugs I might also have left all the mindfuck
5.
The thing with my cat’s paws is: it’s fine for raking, it doesn’t grab much Aghast, Batman pauses at the sight of his baneful touch Until he proceeds with a stroke of his claws But merely ruins all that falls in his paws And as the saying goes... One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how putrid a wreck Have our litter boxes become Chase, pounce, bite the stupid toy One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how hopeless a wretch Has everyone of us become Run, run, run Run, run, run, gotta catch the last bus Once a clowder took my heart captive Now it looks just like a kitchen sieve And if I stutter, enter anguish So now I’m restless, restless A flame you can’t extinguish One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how putrid a wreck Have our litter boxes become Chase, pounce, bite the stupid toy One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how hopeless a wretch Has everyone of us become Run, run, run Work, work, work, gotta work your ass off There’s a quitter in me that just wants to cuddle and purr Well, that’s for lazy-ass losers Not me, I’m an achiever Not to brag But I’m this close to mastering the subtle art of transmuting gold into lead I’ll take a break when I’m dead!
6.
Grandma, grandma could never find it in her heart to go back downstairs Not after her little boy tripped and fell down the stairwell and snapped his neck Now the world is full of her Made-up enmities Her grandson, grandson could never muster the courage to get out of bed and get shit done Not after he had a bite of the adventurous nomadic lifestyle his dull body now craves In his skull embers smoulder with his Made-up odysseys Through generations we still spiral Just in different rooms of our undoing His bottomlessness, her Quixote quarrels Her giants, his windmills She died a recluse, her sorry tale unsung Now nothing will ever fill his hollow lungs But primal therapy!
7.
Last night's gig was definitely a success Then how come I feel so useless And devoid of a purpose? It must be the evil evil carbs No more alcohol That's it for me I quit everything fun Don't invite me until I got none Of this gloom, but a purpose That should be right after I cut out the evil carbs Hey! I'm not blaming it on my friends Please don't blame it on me Hey! I'm not blaming it on my friends Please don't blame it on me
8.
We were summer kids Born on the equinox Quite the tough guys in our crib But everyone looks cool in August We used to talk for hours About our D&D campaign, about girls Leaning on this white tree midway from our homes We could never go to bed, go to bed ‘Cause that would mean we’d stop the fun See, we caved in at some point And woke up apart We were summer kids Born on the equinox Trying desperately not to skid Now that autumn is upon us We used to drink for hours Reciting lines from Caddyshack on Amherst It wasn’t heaven, but it was nice having our own hell We could never go to work, go to work ‘Cause that would mean we’d stop the fun Somehow we lost track down the road Like with every fucking soul I’ve ever loved Yet our friendship lived on, through aeons gone Though our hardships took on, leaving but crumbs But we’re back to our tree Whenever I plug in my guitar and you’re beating on your drums And our friendship lives on! And our friendship lives on! And our friendship lives on! But we’re back to our tree whenever you beat on your drums
9.
It’s been a year and I’m still playing gravekeeper Forsaking these streets like I forsook your departure Faceless commuters’ drowsy eyes are staring past me Ignoring my heart pounding a lament in morse code The exact sequence to warp me back to you Fiery tongues and chimes I take my leave Farore-style It's hard not to crack It's hard not to crack No traffic, no headlights, just me, your tombstone, this frozen river The damp, starless night, some keepsakes and a lantern Before my eyes, the uncanny vision of a child standing on the ice A gleeful spectre of brothers lost His eyes filled with hopes and dreams he glanced afar As a path of light sparked up, cutting through the fog like a chisel Through my heart ever-pounding a lament in morse code The exact sequence to finally fuse with you Edges overlap We reunite Twinrova-style Now half of me is strong enough not to crack Still hard not to crack As the ice sheet crumbles In rapids teeming with sprites we tumble And at long last let our shared embodiment Be swayed downstream That’s about when the child’s gaze prompts an eerie thought in me “This is the road we must follow” Oh i get it now If I wanna get back on track I need the ice to crack
10.
Just give me a day off, give me a damn jetpack No need for a welcoming committee For me to take off and finally come back To New York City I don't care, I don't care much for Times Square Don't wanna be another fucking tourist Proudly waving her selfie stick Just get me straight to Bushwick Where the smell might be foul But luckily the amount of fucks I give Is equal to the sum of all the towns where I wanna live That are not currently housing Freya and her Howl “Just give me one reason not to leave this shithole Before the next curve ball And teleport myself North To Montreal These looming walls, this ceiling of cables and skyscrapers The naïve herd of pledge takers Got me all confused For a second I thought I would have to settle for getting Wasted with acquaintances But luckily I met an awesome girl She plays opposite geeks in that band, around the world Well, not really the world, more like Vermont I guess she's trying to get closer” You bet I am! Well then let's get closer! Grab my mic, drench in my sweat, drown in my eyes and I won’t forget That I need you closer! Let's stop pretending that love is only for lovers I need you closer! So let’s get closer! ...before we go back home and wrinkle alone
11.
Annie, I'm sorry I wasn't there for your birthday I would've impersonated a friend anyway I know it sucks But hey, I'm not the one making the rules here Looking at you, evil evil carbs... Hey! I'm not blaming it on my friends Please don't blame it on me Hey! I'm not blaming it on my friends Please don't blame it on me

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released December 1, 2017

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