The Weather Here

by buttercup

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1.
if my cicatrix could sing of the dying of the day of the day inner milky stars outer breaches blips on the chart my little scar with broken guitar might say “peel me like a little bark past the dermis to the heart of the pain i’m only in the way, it’s O.K.” my my hey hey when all I know just fades artifacts remain it’s in the way it’s in the way it’s what you hate it’s in the way get out of the way hidden keloid scars outer breaches rust on the cart i went walking in the street where the river meets downtown i went peeling layers of bark past the dermis to the heart of the spark it’s a geography quiz do you remember where you live? where you lay my my, hey hey when all we know just fades artifacts remain it’s in the way it’s in the way it’s what you hate it’s in the way get out of the way where the river meets josephine
2.
“consensus chalice” get in the van put on your seat belt someone’s gonna have to drive but who are all these strangers in here tonight? then a german with eyes wet with tears starts to drive a coup d’etat, teutonic smile your hands your hips your plunged neckline watch your back oh watch your back take a sip and nod off consensus chalice consensus eludes us consensus chalice you held you passed you stayed you voted you chose you caved the road grows ugly it’s a fact that a faction cecedes not standing but really leaning hard on a miserichord beauty is fleeting but you are perfect pass the glass for the 13th time JFK at the free throw line watch your back o’ watch your back a fleeting feeling, flimsy trust consensus chalice consensus chalice you held you passed you stayed you voted you chose you caved consensus chalice consensus chalice you sense this malice you feel this sky these clouds are unstable and whatever joy or charm they had has been replaced with a coup with a coup
3.
Superior 04:55
you fall in two minutes you’ll loosen your grip on the will to live but think of your kids think think of your wife as you swim for your life but it’s so cold it’s so deep oh oh oh superior the beach is an open suitcase the sky is a golden watch you fall in you’re sinking deep going down losing ground but she’s so cold as she sings oh oh oh fallin’ oh oh oh superior mermen yawn they fiddle with their cellphones they swim up to someone winding, now finding new watery clothes where silence is simply a condition of lake-soaked clothes
4.
Destiny 03:07
destiny is not what it seems destiny is fickle destiny is not what it seems destiny is fickle alright if it feels alright if it feels alright it still could splinter this diamond is semi-perfect but this girl is much closer to god your destiny begins with a kiss consequences just pick one alright if it feels alright if it feels alright it still could splinter miralcles are miracles miracles are irreversible
5.
I Am a Tiger 02:57
if not there oh where does it fit? stare into blue eyes that flow from me to you to something newer lips your hips that shake this room i am a lion i am a tiger je t’aime complet je suis un petit tigre with eyes that know your bath or floor bed or miserichord or hands that shake like milk i am a lion i am a tiger everything just changes in a second everything just changes in a second picnic! hey! lightning! hey! picnic! hey! lightning! hey! waiting, what are we waiting for? je t’aime je t’aime
6.
i need to print some letterhead that says in advance of my bad behavior my actions towards you reflect in no way my feelings towards you you that i love i need you here by me not wrecked hurt tossed aside pushed away by me oh god please stay this night won’t be as darkening as those that crack the ugly nights that break our hearts of course it was my fault! always alcohol oh of course it was my fault always alcohol oh just waiting for that bomb to fall so I apply myself all night as eyes grow red everything fades to black i coulda written you a note i shoulda written you a note written you a song too if there’s a song here pick up truck jail country song wails across bad TV bad idea now it’s too late i need you here by me not wrecked hurt tossed aside pushed away by me, oh god of course it was my fault always alcohol oh just waiting for that shoe to drop always alcohol
7.
can we talk here? i think i need your ear but if we’re talking low i don’t wanna whisper you know more like peel off my shirt and show you where it hurts but if we’re talking down i got a deep sea trench i found staring into outerspace like some kinda broken doll with the pull strings cut i just mutter “what happened to us?” what’s happening to us? oh i think I know bah-bah please help me if you can move me i’m long overdue wake me shake me pull my body from this tomb oh walkin’ down the street with my head slung low there’s advantage to this stooped vantage you can sweep up the trash the shit sometimes a treasure trove picking up a broken doll pull the string watch him sing a song called “I’m the moon in the teardrop sky” i’m the wayward son in a mother's eye i don’t wanna disappear tonight no but oh here i go bah-bah please don't leave me if you can move me I need to feel you wake me please shake me pull my body from this watery womb oh i’m betta i’m better since you found me betta so much betta thank you
8.
what does this mean to you? why does it have to be this way? how are we both supposed to get by? consolidation how are we both supposed to get by? how are we both supposed to live? and now it's time to say goodbye consolidation
9.
Kite 03:43
all day my kite flew up in the sky tightly pulling its wire from my chaffed hand to my broken heart my slowly sinking kite you whisper that the weight of the soul is the weight of a mouse i wait for more but i’m so at a loss my hand pulled up to the sky but before this kite comes crashing down into the trees come here and feel the weight of grief stand in front of me and feel the pull and take the strain all day my kite flew up in the sky all day my kite my kite
10.
The Butcher 02:39
insert a knife tracing the spine it's hard to picture but she's a butcher it's a delicate form, albeit foreign, of the execution of an execution you're better off without her kind i find this operation happens time and again as the weapon approaches the fin it's the end a routine performed with merciless grace by a butcher with the accoutrement what little she hides the rest is denied by the butcher unable to contend her nature it's a design forged over time and procedure a myriad of cadavers lie in her mourning wake and the more she traipse around your dorsal wing it's the end
11.
i’ve seen this white graveyard sunlight on a spanish beach on a girl’s bare thigh i fell for it hoping i’d get in i’ve sent forth armies north i’ve clung to pictures of you please please hurry we’d better go whispering hurry but your eyes just say oh no me in madrid oh no no no that picture is empty of what hit her what did i leave out? what is better unsaid? something bad is about to happen that’s the way it just goes that way the train’s departing perdido so broken hearted madrid oh no oh no me in madrid oh no no no madrid oh no
12.
Underground 04:04
underground so alone it makes sense to throw dirt on the hurt but you know it won’t go plastic phone sits so serene it makes sense to change a kiss for a hiss but you know it won’t ring you’ve got to take easy man but she won’t let you be those changes have all come she won’t let you be but you know don’t you know man underground so damn cold a flower cannot grow if you mow it too close to the ground a chamber full burns so damn sweet when i think of the shot burning hot it rattles my seams you’ve got to take easy man but she won’t let you be a golden age is gone she won’t let you be but you know but you know man “it’s your face that i see and morning’s praise of you is a ghost’s phrase of the choice filtered thru the roots of the effacing grass”* i knew it was you *W.H. Auden

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released July 31, 2009

produced by salim nourallah.
recorded october 2008 thru jan 2009 at pleasantry lane studios, dallas, tx. engineered and mixed by salim nourallah, assisted by rip rowan.
tape bouncing by lars goransson.
mastered by jj golden at golden mastering in ventura, california.
art and layout by Chris Sauter. layout assistance by Michele Monseau.

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