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Nightmare Afternoon

by Jagged Leaves

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1.
Low & Wet 02:34
Vision cast onto anything My two fingers are all syrupy The bulbs glow black And we are both spent It's okay if your low and wet I don't know what I said to you To make you think that I was through I'll play dead but it's just a test It's okay if your low and wet Thirteen doves were my first true love Dawn is the rug where I'm gagged and drugged I still have to make the rent It's okay if your low and wet
2.
City Parks 04:01
City parks are depressing as hell No sunrise and no sunset And gray skin like the hue of rotting meat That is cooking itself in the heat of its disease I know that love is not some sort of prize And that I am all alone on this ride Still I wish that you would hold me in Still I wish that you would hold me in Frozen hearts like cubes of ice Melt Evaporate A flock of pigeons taking flight And Attraction He asked me, "Is love a choice? Or does it just happen?" I know that love is not some sort of prize And that I am all alone on this ride Still I wish that you would hold me in Still I wish that you would hold me in We could sit and do subtraction Drawing each other sketches on cocktail napkins But then you will notice that I have vandalized the signs Then you won't want me around You won't want me on yr mind And I know that love is not some sort of prize And that I am all alone on this ride Still I wish that you would hold me in I still wish that you would hold me in
3.
Ziploc torso Hand in hand Mustard seed on your window sill Only an ego could stay shrunk that long The time that we spent Was the time that we spent Unleavened bread w a gourmet touch As if true suffering wasn't enough Pack the ornaments and unstring the lights We'll be hanging ourselves from the tree tonight And alms and bombs are getting old And the hearth burst out in the cold And you call me by name as if I understand When you say that getting you to love Is like a moth in the sand Syntax errors and pallbearers Syntax error
4.
In this Winter holocaust We warm ourselves round a burning cross There's no escaping But I still try Sink into the couch Pretend I died You've been letting yourself go You grasp for nothing It's all you hold A bottle of weed and a bag of ash You want for nothing except pure land
5.
With a Bible belt he'd scold her grace A rusted truck bed won't erase But drives the witches out of town And they won't come back til the churches crown The fresh cream girl in gold vinyl pants Her skin is young Like a die-cast tounge I wanted her to corrupt me But she don't know Cause she can still think Wizard Gardenia in an aerosol can The loser, the devil severed my hand With a leather peace sign Strangling my kneck Like a water baby with an exposed back I tried too hard to turn you on But you turned me in Then you broke my alarm If I never woke up for a thousand years Would you still be blowing those Pyrex tears Next thing you know You wake up dead In a vile mood Wishing that you'd wed That other mother with the skinny wrists Squat on the side of the road Taking your first piss of the day They'd say that it's your last drag But then you'd open your arms And you'd ditch that bag Then you'd be all alone W no one who cares To bum you a life Or make yours fair Don't treat me bad That's all Just don't treat me bad
6.
I don't wanna talk about what's wrong Let's just sit and light the bong And let the evening burn away I'm on the outside of you today There's gold in them there hills There's a hundred thousand bottles of pills And I have to eat every one I'm on the outside of kingdom come I wanna brick myself into my room Pretend the lighting fixture is the moon Pretend that we're not sketched on a page I'm on the outside and I'm going insane Drinking Rumple Minze and Cherry Coke Huddled in a tin roof home Smoking back to back cigarettes I'm on the outside and I'm soaking wet I don't want to count my till I don't want to have no thrills They would probably soften my glare I'm on the outside but I don't care So let's sleep late and drive all night Into the diffused gray light Then faint inside day's torching heat I'm on the outside and I've been beat And we go on to John Brown's Grave I've got a heartache the size of a Great Lake She's so far away I'm on the outside either way
7.
In the padded room where I was born With a million thorns To a black eyed boy From a cotton amnion With cheap vinyl lining How could I compete w the ancient glue The choir shrieked, "motherfucker, shoot!" I did They locked me up for being crazy From the day-glow tree's where they hung my head The maggots fed on asphalt bread Her fuzzy creepers snuff you out of habit Devil come madness You're on your own Devil come madness No one knows Devil come madness No one ever knew you I want to touch you But I can't even say hello I want to touch you but I can't even say... You know
8.
Shh shh shy shh shy shattered Alike eyes divide and bandage cocks Like florists bribe flowers The whaa n the whaa n the whaa n The witches breed in the wilds The wood is wet Diseased like his smile Toil and lie Beside the side of the toilet Gasping with your face on cold tile The whaa n the whaa n the whaa n The witches breed in the wilds The hull is rotting Diseased like his smile Starvation is passion The skin returns like infant hounds Now suckling under The heaving tits of Spring's bleeding oven Roasting The whaa n the whaa n the whaa n The witches breed in the wilds We sink the ship Diseased like his smile I don't wanna go walking out the door But I don't wanna get down on the floor I just wish I'd never been born
9.
Home 02:17
Don't be afraid Because the money you make Will buy back your soul I'd sell you mine If I still had one of my own It was paper mache You caked it with clay It cracked in the kiln And all she shreddings burned away and went home The less that you say The less you'll have to take away Home She sucks the last drag Off of your last jack Ginger tits Newport lips Orchid honey hips The beach Sympathy only goes so far Empathy is just depressing Why'd you wanna help me get home Don't shave your head Because religion is dead The pious are red But don't grow a beard Because the end is never near And death isn't real Your mourning the new day It's a test Pass or fail Either way eternal life's home
10.
Powderkeg 04:11
She said that she wishes she'd been still born That she's a junky for Christ She said she'd do anything for life Then she looked at me And I said... "And?" She said that she really loved me In like some pure kind of way She said that my eyes are tidal waves Then she looked at me And I said... "And?" She said that my cynical shit was getting old That when she touched me now that she just felt cold She said I should give it up and fold Then she looked at me And I said... "And?" I swear that I would rather be alone That I like watching you all come undone Relationships are loaded guns I'm a powderkeg n you got a match that you call love And? The first girl that I ever fuct Was fragile as the dirty South I couldn't turn her on but I turned her out And I still don't know what I was thinking about When she said, "What are you thinking about?"
11.
Calm Me Down 03:02
There are millions of tiny graves Each one with four tiny coffins in it And in each coffin is a single cell And they're all going to burn w me in hell The sound of laughter on the train The sound of laughter tweaking my brain But this constant flow of blood Leaves room to grow Become overstuffed And there goes your maid Your ease At least she left you with everything But all these flies buzzing around my head Are dirty omens of death Can you calm me down Won't you call me down Call me down And I'll resign myself to it
12.
I woke up this morning way too early Rolling cigarettes and drinking rose tea I've finally learned to accept things that don't mean anything to me I've learned to accept that I might not mean a thing to you It doesn't really matter too much Either way you and I both are still screwed So if you see me in the evening in the forest walking won't you stop and speak some words with me? Or you might find me sipping mint juleps eating peaches neath a cherry tree You might know something to do You might not care too much if I did that thing w you So when you come back To try and show us what it's really about You'd better be ready for the weary to call your bluff That death is a charm of your love I passed out this evening way too early Drinking buttermilk and eating roast beef I've finally learned to reject things that mean everything to me I've learned to not care that I might mean the whole wide world to you It doesn't really matter too much Either way you and I both are still screwed So if you see me in the morning in the mountains sleeping Won't you stop and share a nightmare with me? Or you might find me sipping martinis Eating figs beneath a walnut tree You might know something fun to do You might not care at all if I went and did that thing with you So if you come back To show us what it's really about You'd better be ready for the weary to call your bluff That death is a charm of your love

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released February 5, 2016

Produced by Vincent Cacchione

Recorded at Doh Ray Cabin - Woodstock, NY
Additional Recording at Duct Tape Studio - Bushwick, NY
Engineered and Mixed by Vincent Cacchione

Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering - Boston, MA
Mastering Assistance by Maria Rice

Cover photo by Vincent Cacchione
Artwork by Toby Goodshank and Preston Spurlock

Words and Music by Dan Penta
Published by Whisper Doll Music ASCAP

Released under exclusive license to Yellow K Records

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