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Machine gun the carolers and a Happy New Year
The Nile once carried a baby through here
Now the bachelor’s short arms keep the top shelf away
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
The day that you married bombs fell from your cunt
Cut pictures of models for the hair that you want
And the leather seat luxury stapled and plain
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
Everything you flush now swims in our mouth
We can swallow it down, but we can’t spit it out
Your beauty was anchored to a ship that had sank
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
The hands of the carver have whittled us thin
The world’s fueled by blood— What do you think makes it spin?
And the orgy befalls the dull look of your face
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
It’s been a cold decade since lovers could touch
The lone, broken horn of the new garbage truck
Brings to mind a song that I wish that we’d sang
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
You’re long in the tooth and we’ve followed you well
You made death into Heaven and life into Hell
You came like a stutter’s long forgotten refrain
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
There used to be artists and dancers and God
Can friction make fire where nothing has caught
And grandfather’s ghost keeps on fishing the tank
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang
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Seven flowers in her casket
Put there by her friends
O, she was pure magic
She disappeared again
Her mother’s left in shambles
Her father cannot stand
Her boyfriend’s come unraveled
But they say we’ll see her again
And if you believe in Heaven
Today you are in luck
You see, looks can be deceptive
Her soul has come unstuck
Now she blossoms with the morning
Now she sparkles on the lake
‘Cause if you’re telling me she’s ended
God’s made a mistake
She talked of having children
Four or maybe five
But that door won’t ever open
She’s on the other side
She thought she’d travel Europe
Backpack through the Alps
But that foot has lost the stirrup
We could not save her
We could not help
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Stephanie was dancing because she wasn’t over it yet
She’s just trying to forget
The laying of hands on her younger flesh
Turned her heart to trash
It hasn’t left her yet
O, give me peace
I want it so
Come unlock the door and let me out
To the blue skies and the bluebirds and the blue-eyed boys and girls
Now just a kiss of her neck
Just a loving peck
Can send her straight for the knife for the rest of her life
To open the cage just let some fucker take
Like she’s back in that house
Like she never got out
Every man on the street is out hunting for me
In the desert of sex God made me to drink by every mouth in this world
Unlucky born a girl
It’s a shame you had not left me dead
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Harness my heart in darkness
Not usually how I’d dress, but I can if you’d like
Put on a mask-face
Buy the cards that Hallmark makes
Man, you drank the Kool-aid and thought it tasted alright
And there’s nothing wrong with feeling right
With getting along or bringing this world a little light
But I’ve heard ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ one too many times
Of course I’ve been divorced
But betting on a losing horse don’t make you blind
Humanity as far as the eye can see
Dead faces staring into screens
Trying to crawl towards the light
The night wins every time a life ends
But don’t you go off knifing the love from the birth
‘Cause you need a shadow
It’s the only way you’ll ever know
(outside of the shit you own)
that you were even alive
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Driving you down to the house on the lake
From the rafters of Heaven down to the planks
From the fresh lit morning till the setting sun
A rumor, a black heart, a dog on the run
From the tree falls the peach
Sister of mercy, what led me to this?
A swing, a swing, a swing and a miss
Hang down the branches of the willow tree
Two bodies in the dark singing ‘Maybelline’
In the gutters of your dreams, you’re down to hop the fence
Just a breath to find the rhythm
Just a hand to grip
Ain’t got no ship to sail my words to you
In the stitching of your jeans
In the world you knew
Tension sat boiling for the wave to break
And you showed up just in time to graduate
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It’s been a hundred years
And now I hang from a string
You see the age in my face
You hear the way that I sing
I don’t want your fountain of youth
Go fuck your Maybelline
I want the open sky
I want the rolling sea
Come on and give it to me
Come wake up
I’m trying to give it back to you
Door slammed shut
A basement you could live in nude
I say enough shark fins on the open sea
I gave my love
Come on and give it back to me
Live like a criminal
Good luck keeping it clean
Eat till your stomach’s full
Eat till you burst at the seams
I don’t want your monster truck
Go fuck your gasoline
I want the mountain peaks
I want a forest of green
Come on and bring it to me
All the world for you
Is soil for dying seeds
A ghost you’re trained to feed
To live and love in truth
What else could you need?
O, come on and bring it to me
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For the Devil it came his wedding day
And he went downstairs to the bar
A reception to celebrate with dancing
“Come do the electric slide”
But he kept fucking up the steps
Feet soaked in Ballantine’s
And he said, “All I want is wings
To get above the sting.”
He said, “All I am is meat.
And if you call the dogs, they’ll come to eat.
If you call the dogs, they’ll come for me.”
He got in late with Rachel from the club
Drunk and laughing, she led him by his tail into the tub
Started kissing the water from the spout
And all too soon he slipped into the darkness her mouth
It was dark and lamp was out of reach
Marvin Gaye sang a song of love from an apartment down the street
He woke orphaned to the sulphur smell of eggs
And when Rachel saw his eyes she knew that Heaven fell away
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Sixteen years old, and she does her hair in the mirror
And the river, sure it flows, but it does so to be near her
And I haven’t yet to quit
I’ve got a carton from the Natives
And my hands they smell of sex and perfume still undetermined
And stolen beer from up the road by a rainbow that is fallen
And if you’ll come pick me up I bet I’ll fit upon your shoulders
Like my father used to do before time had bowled him over
And you’re afraid…
But all the power they have is all the power you gave away
Bad Religion, I have listened
I’ve got all your tapes in my car
And when I am old enough I’ll dye my hair and join the grand march
The prom is coming up and it’s looking like I’ll take her
And if my eyes are burning blue then I’m delivered from the maker
I’ve got black kids at my school, but they haven’t acclimated
And I’ve sent them all a wish, but it hasn’t yet been granted
And I’m standing by the edge of the future’s only forest
For the horoscope believes that I’m a Virgo you’re a Taurus
And I came inside the heart of a shadow cause I loved her
But I woke up alcoholic on the bridge of knowing better
And I tried to sing a song across a chasm growing wider
But my voice was fallen leaves for the crippled kids to gather
A basket of fallen stars spilled across an oily puddle
To a father growing up to the pencil growing shorter
Till it only can erase the markings of beginners
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Winter at the ocean
Tucking in at the lodge
Order a cup of coffee and nod off
The waitress she tells me there’s no power where she lives
Her husband is a logger
She’s got three kids
The gift shop’s selling handmade hats somebody’s mother knit
They’re selling fast, but I got what I could get
And how long have I been coming here?
I guess I was sixteen
Smoking cigarettes
Leaning on a dream
And I once passed an old man walking on the beach
I looked at him and he looked back at me
O, just leave me here
I’ll be fine
Standing here shivering might slow the passage of time
Nobody knows me here
It doesn’t matter what I think
I could be thirty-four or I could be sixteen
I could sign the guest book
Write someone else’s name
I could jerk off in my room or walk in the rain
There's a painting of a grand old ship hanging in the hall
Pointing bravely onward through the squall
Isn’t there another place to hang this?
A bathroom or a garage?
Or over a bonfire like a log?
And how long must I return here?
Don’t I have better things to do than to walk around aimless, sand in shoe
And there’s plenty of young lovers here getting keys to their rooms
Some look like me
Some look like you
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The world was smoking cigarettes when the ice broke on the pond
I thought I’d stare into the crack, but I must have stared too long
God sure loves a flounderer
He has many of them I’m sure
It may be a spiritual disease, but what’s the cure?
Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark
Is it true what I hear that you’re gone?
That as soon as love grows wings it’s flown?
Bring the car around
I’ll pull the baggage from the trunk
And I’ll haul all these old memories to the dump
Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark
I built all these sandcastles like waves just don’t exist
It’s as if you wrote my whole damn life and me I wrote you this
I’ll move somewhere so far out there where they don’t even have a store
It may be a spiritual disease, but what’s the cure?
Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark
Is it true what I hear that you’re gone?
That as soon as love grows wings it’s flown?
Bring the car around
I’ll pull the baggage from the trunk
And I’ll haul all these old memories to the dump
Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark
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Produced and mixed by James Holden Resch and Kye Alfred Hillig. Recorded January 20th 2017-September 25th 2017 at The Loft (Buckley, WA), The Bagley Lofts (Seattle, WA), The H Estate (Sumner, WA), The Blankenship Residence (Bremerton, WA), and at various outdoor locations around the town of Wilkeson, WA. Mastered at Resonant Mastering on October 7th 2017 by Rachel Field.
released October 8, 2017
All songs by Kye Alfred Hillig
Additional Musicians:
James Holden Resch
Bill Nordwall
Lexington Hills
Cameron Arneson
Stephanie Anne Johnson
Pete Jordan
Angela Marie Cross
David Britt
Album art by Dewey Saunders
Album design by Barry Blankenship
www.barrytheartguy.com
