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Absalom

by Donovan Quinn

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1.
Me missing her is like nostalgia for the war You get bored always fighting for your corps Absalom, god damn, Absalom She’s still waiting for 2004 So was I but not anymore Absalom, god damn, Absalom Goodbye, Wild Horses & hello Vietnam So long, Absalom “Who's your mortician? That shirt come in your size?” She had an alligator grin but no laughter in her eyes There was murder in her eyes “Won’t you look at us, we haven’t changed a bit “May have gone a bit grey but, hey, who gives a shit” Well, who gives a shit? God damn, Absalom Goodbye, Wild Horses & hello Vietnam So long, Absalom You’re the song I don’t sing anymore The dried hydrangea I hide in the bottom desk drawer You’re Wild Horses We all love someone we don’t truly know Follow them till they reach a place we can’t go But I loved you so, god damn, I loved you so Goodbye, Wild Horses & hello Vietnam So long, Absalom
2.
Deathstar over the dashboard This time I’m screwed Girl, I could hate so much But never hate you Don’t know where you go Don’t know where you’ve been My friend with the tarot pack And candle glow skin Don’t forget about us Never learned how to dance Guess it’s too late now I’ve got my blue vendettas You’ve got your vows Run off with a smoker’s cough And a cross on your chest Would’ve liked to have lived my life in The patterns of your summer dress Don’t forget about us
3.
Ubermensch underground product of experiment Spilling wine in an incense tenement Bless the road so long so black That brought us here that’ll bring us back In a game with no rules Bleached moon torn from a skeleton Rented rooms for private rebellions Daybreak dump truck still drunk blues The ghost of sheets is looking for her shoes It’s a game with no rules I just tilt my wings I just pack my things She packed her things tried to make conversation Like a well-intentioned friend If I’d known what we’d been fighting for I’d never have gone to war Paul quit smoking through hypnosis Now she wants to try that with me Paul was her ex and then I was next And now who’s it going to be? She moved her things to her brothers And her brothers going to Spain With some girl who wears too much makeup No, I never can remember her name She looks like Amanda Summers That girl who crashed in my room We’d put the bed by the window And blow smoke rings at the moon It’s another girl, another world today Amanda Summers is far, far, far away Far, far, far away She said “I hate you” with such grace You’d never know it was the end of times To look at that face So I threw down my leather jacket And quit the Ramones We’d been in the van too long It was time to go back home Summertime for the Sodomites We dance the dance We do the rites Satanic Summer Nights It’s these self-deceptions, my pretty friend That truly fuck with me in the end So I jumped into the swimming pool A cannonball, a Brian Jones Saying “I don’t want to play sitar anymore “I’m leaving the Rolling Stones” Summertime for the Sodomites I’m losing my wife You say I was untrue, but, hey You ruined my life, you ruined my life, you ruined my life Far, far, far away Amanda Summertime for the Sodomites Do what thou wilt Do whatever you like Satanic Summer Nights
4.
She slept on my peacoat On the haunted suburban train I watched every headlight Like I was 15 again If my youth doesn’t leave much for you Sorry but what can I do She said “hey amigo “Got change for the soda machine? “Let's get a cherry coke chaser For this half pint stashed in my jeans” Your youth doesn’t leave much for me Sorry for all I can’t see in you Under lamppost halos We searched for brighter lights In every bad kids backpack Was a reason to leave home that night If the child is father of the man Remind me just which one I am Everything's dancing on the haunted suburban train I’m barely breathing
5.
Bunny's Girl 03:11
Feeling like her mother’s daughter Cursed the city, payed $5 toll She comes to the city to see Bunny & me With her IOU’s & rain-wet shoes She gives me the rain-wet blues She comes to the city to see Bunny & me Here she comes in the headlights glow Here she comes Everybody knows me and Bunny’s girl She’s the girl on the stairs reading dirty questionnaires With the rain-wet hair She comes to the city to see Bunny & me It keeps on falling but I never feel the rain
6.
Zombie, USA 03:15
Me and my girl got drunk in the rain Got soaking wet, didn’t feel a thing We love it here in Zombie USA Never felt better than I do today A zombie in zombie USA Take my soul, take my mind Just don’t take this good time Keeps on falling but I never feel the rain The cities satanic streets serpentine She put her hand in my mind We danced across Zombie USA In the skateboard noise she said “deja vu” In the twilight dim where pigeons flew They flew away, they flew away, they flew away Never felt better than I do today A zombie in zombie USA Take my soul, take my mind Just don’t take this good time Keeps on falling but I never feel the rain
7.
Motel Lights 04:37
I’ve been firing bb’s into cans Listening for the cracking of a shell You know me and you know me well I’ve been looking for a light to shine In this dark motel I have known the warmth of your blanket And I have heard the birds that sing in your yard I know you always try so hard I’ve been looking for a light to shine on this dreary boulevard Where the traffic lights get hazy And all the colors blur into green You almost think that you’re going crazy And can’t even trust what you’ve seen God, this plane is bleak Where we all have a name no one dare speak I know that you can’t be weak But I’ve been looking for a light to shine On your other cheek
8.
See her smile the ghosts of sheets Swimming eyes and wine-stained teeth The girl’s alright I’m looking like old Robert Smith By way of Huckleberry Finn It’s been a long night Drugs: what do they do for me? Acoustic guitars and tambourines 1,716 saturday nights
9.
I don’t care if you ever take me back In your heart or in your sack For I’d rather be your ghost The one that haunts your memories most Me, I’ve only got one good friend But seems she no longer cares I’ve known nothing but earthquake weather Since her last footfall on the stairs The bartender played “Landslide” all night I cried “have mercy, even drunks have rights” Felt like a photograph, stuck in a pose (dressed in a stranger’s clothes) With oblivion an inch from my nose (honky tonkin’, I suppose) Baby, I wanna be your ghost
10.
I got a trick to make it through the night It’ll be alright I know a way to make it through the day It’ll be ok Well, hey, alright Always such a bore Well, hey, alright You can’t stand it anymore
11.
Wintering in a windowless room At the end of the city proper It has a charm, an antique gloom Well, I’m through with puppy love The dirty rug and frying smell I’m told it’s the first ring of Hell The bastard son become the man undone There are many and I am one “No one’s love, no one’s heir” I’m through with teenage kicks Built my world with mud and sticks When I couldn’t buy the bricks Hard to laugh at 3AM When you look into the eyes of your own best friend And he says “whatever happened to you?” Holed up in my rented room Put my affairs in order But I need a friend in the government To get me through the border There is fire in the well Here in the first ring of Hell Lost in the twilight dim With the window shoppers I sometimes still think of you At the end of the city proper With tenements in endless facsimile Slow traffic and barren trees.

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released December 5, 2019

All songs written by Donovan Quinn
Mixed by Ben Chasny
Recorded over several years & many locations by
Jason Quever and/ or Donovan Quinn
Artwork by Joe Roberts

The band:
Jason Quever, Ben Chasny, Elisa Ambrogio, Jessica Roberts, Eric Amerman, Michael Tapscott, Donovan Quinn

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