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Saints of Disaster

by P. Everett

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1.
Long gone lovers Under covers, My Days drip by Just like long goodbyes. I was a diver And you were an anchor I tied to my wrist Back when we first kissed. Slow down Selfish darling Let me drink it in. There’s nothing That I hope for But plenty that could’ve been. A common summer Oh, what a bummer, This tongue-tied year Slowly disappeared. Waiting on something That sure isn’t coming I’m spinning the wheels To forget how it feels. Break down My darling Let me watch you fall. There’s nothing that I’m wanting Nothing at all.
2.
Your eyes are like ice Diluting a drink. The whole world melts The second you blink. We lie underneath An oblivious moon That waxes and wains If your sick or immune. We’re howling Howling We’re howling Howling The full moon shines bright With a bone colored glow That swallows the light From the faces below. Like an eye in the night The oblivious moon Dictates the tides And enslaves womb. We’re howling Howling We’re howling Howling
3.
Headlights Shine like Constellations Through the night And over pavement. They flicker and fade And disappear through the rain To some place. Rise and Fall like Breathing out and Then into some Lung to simmer. You hold it in tight And start to feel high It’s alright. How did Memories Work before The movies— Probably just some sepia feelings That you forget But you loose all respect for Eventually. Headlights Shine like Constellations Through the night And over pavement. They flicker and fade And disappear through the rain To some place.
4.
All that you got And all that you know Don’t count for much When the night’s curtains close. When all the best places Have locked up their doors And the one track mind children Walk home with their chores Then their road, Their road home is closed. Seems to me now As the days creep past All souls survive In the heart’s looking glass And the saints of disaster Know not what to think When some graveyard shift Romeo Smiles on the brink Cause he knows No one’s alone. A line it is drawn On a tightrope on high. Death sometimes comes Years after we die. Your ghost’s like white smoke In a lung in the sky That exhales a joke In the red of her eyes. And we’ll laugh, Cause we all gotta laugh.
5.
A Part Apart 02:58
Where to begin? I am lazy as sin. While the world falls apart Her excuse is the art. I feel I feel I feel a part I feel I feel I feel apart Some girl, she smiles Quixotic and wild While the world falls apart My excuse is the art. I feel I feel I feel a part I feel I feel I feel apart
6.
How you gonna make it right? How your gonna make it? Are you gonna stay the night? Are you gonna fake it? Give me something I can use For when the night is cold. Give me something I can use For when I’m alone. Is it wrong to think of you? Is it wrong to think? When the night is cold and dark When I’m on the brink. Give me something I can use For when the night is cold. Give me something I can keep I can’t be alone.
7.
Jabberwocky 02:19
Will you? Won’t you? Will you? Won’t you? Will you join the dance? Will you? Won’t you? Will you? Won’t you? Will you join the dance? Who killed the Jabberwocky? You killed the Jabberwocky! Who killed the Jabberwocky? You Who killed the Jabberwocky? You killed the Jabberwocky! Who killed the Jabberwocky? You ˙ǝqɐɹƃʇno sɥʇɐɹ ǝɯoɯ ǝɥʇ pu∀ 'sǝʌoƃoɹoq ǝɥʇ ǝɹǝʍ ʎsɯᴉɯ ll∀ :ǝqɐʍ ǝɥʇ uᴉ ǝlqɯᴉƃ puɐ ǝɹʎƃ pᴉp sǝʌoʇ ʎɥʇᴉls ǝɥʇ puɐ 'ƃᴉllᴉɹq sɐʍ┴’ Who killed the Jabberwocky? You killed the Jabberwocky! Who killed the Jabberwocky? You Who killed the Jabberwocky? You killed the Jabberwocky! Who killed the Jabberwocky? You
8.
Spark from a fire Starts a new flame But you never You never You never Love it the same Love it the same Love it the same. Look at the clock Man's cruelest tool. It's tickin It's tocin It's tickin It's tocin Like flint across steel Flint across steel Flint across steel I feel the heat I see the cold smoke Rising up Just like some kind of ghost. I'll show you fear Sharp as a spear-- Dead lilacs in the dooryard. Hands full of dust Covered in rust Oxidized and used up.
9.
Tonight the streets are all almost empty. And the sky is colored insomniac blue. You and I are just a part of the whole thing- When we die, some part of us stays part of it still. A thousand little songs Rattle through The gutters along the street. Your eyes shine like cubic zirconia And you hips shake like dry leaves in the wind. Other guys they just want to own you But me I just need a place to begin. A thousand little songs Rattle through The gutters along the street.
10.
The evening has come And the darkness now covers Like an itchy wool scarf round your neck. It's scratching and burning Like an angry priests sermon That cuts you someplace you can't protect. I'm trying to kill off This thing in my mind that Always comes out this time of night. I pace the beige carpet (It's the color of vomit) And I'm losing my grip on what's right. Nothing's right. The hours go creeping There no way I am sleeping I can't have that dream one more time. But if I leave the apartment There's no telling just what Kind of mishaps I will find. I'm trying to cut off The flood of the spill off From some overfilled cup from my past. I was trying to break even But now I'm just breaking Fuck it all here comes my best laugh: HaHaHa. It's four in the morning The cabinets are snoring They're creaking like some old man's bones. As I stare at the ceiling I'm struck by the feeling That some nights I'm better off alone. I'm trying to kill off This thing in my mind that Always comes out this time of night. A lump of cold silence Turns sound into violence And makes every effort seem trite. It's alright.

credits

released October 31, 2015

Produced by: P. Everett McPartland
Recording Engineer: Myles Rodenhouse
Mixed by: Matty Green
Recorded in various bedrooms in NYC and Los Angeles
and finally at Douglass Street Records in Brooklyn, NY

P. Everett McPartland - Vocals, Guitars, Synthesizers, Keyboards, Samples, & Programming
Jim Mellish - Guitars, Slide Guitar, & Vocals
Bruno Smith - Electric Banjo, Crystals, & Vocals
Shawn Carney - Bass, Double Bass, Vocals
Arthur Kapp - Drums, Percussion, & Vocals

Additional Musicians:
Myles Rodenhouse - Piano on Lump of Silence
Alex Spoto - Violin on Lump of Silence
Penn Sultan - Accordion on Baffled Saints of Disaster
Kevin Sullivan - Additional Bass on Jabberwocky

Thanks to our families, Ray Smith Studios, Douglass Street Records, and Reggie Rioja

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