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Reasons to be Tearful

by Olympians

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Holed up in a padlocked spare bedroom Holed up but your eyes are firmly set on something else You're something else If you'd hold up, so much I need explaining Did we do wrong? Can we start over? There must be something we missed something unpleasant that was said Now you've a diary date set, with a river bed So you're holed up, for the time, in a locked spare bedroom But the door may as well not really lead to anywhere at all Rene Magritte painted foliage black and the sky blue Now he's spray painting hideous cocks on my house I plied a honest trade, safe from a cruel life Earning just enough to keep the bailiffs from my door I felt like the tourist here, washed up on the shore one night Too old for staying drunk but too young to call the shots and fight Oh, life, I'll paint myself free till I'm old, sick, drunk and blind A year of a life unkind to me reads like a selfish meter-free infinite poem Months bleeding from weeks fingernails near bitten off Wincing through each dumb meaningless word And here is the part where hourly the poem recedes You repeat your sad case through the door You're making doomed pleas to an old dry feelingless dead hollowed out cold bundle of bones
Here in the kitchen with a notepad and a sigh, narrating my gin-soaked strife Caught in a trap inventing relevance and meaning Like your tired dismissive sighs were some obnoxious neon sign That you were there screaming out for room to breathe I smothered you, I get that way sometimes. Cos underneath my ribs my heart starts child-sized And as it grows it gets harder to fill so I feel like it's draining completely sometimes I guess I'm hoping for my life image to match bright sitcom scenes, so subtext-less Am I too blind here to receive messages loud, clear and completely obvious The cinema was the only place she didn't need to fight for air She could lose herself entirely there The cinema was the only place she could escape unseen at night And return to sleep without a single word said back, Slip under sheets, silent, unchecked But I am frozen under here hoping for a word or the breeze on my cold out-turned hand Something real, and fine, and broken, and rotten I cried over the sofa, stained the settee, wrecked my loafers I tried calling you over, but your battery's dead, and I'm so hopeless.
Rosa Lee 03:23
Rosa Lee Tell me, have you changed your mind? Cos I could stand and wait all night. Cos even when you're cosied up with him I'll be waiting patiently blanket tucked in For just a slither of your time You left me pens and sweets You tidied up my doorway every night You clean my filthy sheets And put up with my lies Tell me have you changed your mind? Cos I've been hoping You'd hold me close and take me back inside Your boyfriend came on down He said “staring through the cafe window's really freaking everybody out” But he's a fucking dick. Because the girl I dream of's not afraid to tell me what she thinks Don't need a mealy muscle man to tell what is right We'll meet by the service station bins And party every night
Battery Neck 03:24
Do you take the batteries out of your neck to reset your memory each morning? Do you take the batteries out of your neck? Cos I've seen this things and can't endure them Moments in life, that should be sliding away Are coming back round to haunt me like season repeats for the 40th time And I know it's not right, to be sad that they stayed But nostalgia's a killer, leave only your turds and your teeth behind Hey old man... If you could unsee, what you've seen, start again, open up, to these "brand new" things Would you take your own batteries out? If you could unfeel, what you feel, start again, open heart, naive honesty, yeah I would take my own batteries out Hey old man You look like you tired of this all first hand
Shuffle Pops 03:22
Nestling, deep in 3-year financed furniture, hoping Men and Motors preview hour is still on Real life is long and unkind so learn nothing watch DVDs stay quiet Friday night with the lads sometimes, at the emotional 8th ill-advised pint When all the beers and bad feelings catalyse, fake vomiting, run out Keep your eyes on a safe prize, burn no bridges, wait for the green man If we cry at the same time and our angles and positions stay right Will all our tears and bad feelings cancel one another's meanings out?
Hey, put the guitar down I'll take you to a party on the other side of town They've seen worst states, they'll pick you up They'll teach you how to think, and how to look What's going on? What's made you feel so horrible? You're shitfaced and won't leave the flat Hey, I promise it's not all bad They're not all out to get you, although it can feel a bit like that And yes, you may have made a mess last time you went around But it's in the past Carpets were cleaned, and we vacuumed up the smaller shards So take this one last chance I called to give you one last chance at happiness.
Stumbling in and out of fights Is this the best you say you can provide? A mouth spewing endless bile and shit A face drawn like a bus drove into it You're all "Son, don't take their bullshit But can't you see how that turned out? There's no prizes for winning But you're competing for a gold
Power Plugs 04:22
Stop hovering The news is set, and remains unchanged, we've all no more to say The thing with real people thrown in soap opera plots Is that they get stuck in their roles and they can't get out again How are we supposed to act? When the weather outside is so sunny and bright but the script calls out for rain Put out a roll call to casting agents far and wide We require a player to melt the cold hearts of the opening night And you shine in the role the most bitter of critics stand up to applaud We're beside you to say that you've made your point perfectly well As you holler and yell out the awkward half rhymes of the amateur's verse We're beside you to make this a home Hold me closer to your power source I'll drain your charge Pull out each and every power plug charging your heart Still the star of the show in a hospital bed with your jewellery on And inside on that stage, I hope you're not pirouetting alone But the curtains on even the greatest of plays must eventually close We're beside you to make this a home
I can safely say, I've never truly interfaced honestly with a single soul But give me a crowd of bored faces with a long list of places they'd rather be And I'll spill it all Sing to keep ourselves from sleep, but we're tired by the resolving line Look outside! Can you see? The choice of the best of a bad bunch in front of me And I feel my dreams of owning a boat are just that And it scares me to think That being the lead character of a story doesn't mean you're the hero You still end up old, flaccid and sad. Happiness that's more than momentary's impossible When the reasons to be tearful stack up every day.
Presammàle 06:49
So? What do they know? When they say you are fine They've not had a singular feeling, trouble or emotion that didn't come bleeding straight out of their mouth Why say a word when it's so teenage and naive to think you'd change if you tried Like the dark is some mere sporting injury conspiring to spite you when you feel tired I'd say anything to sell you that tired tortured poet crap But when I took off my clothes you laughed and I guess I needed that. I woke up sweating from a dream, I'd refereed a fight Between tattered lungs, and a small dignity in quiet Darkness, I look back fondly on our time Things were much easier, when it was only you and I Then happiness arrives and says "I've been out there, it's fine, just peel your eyes up from your navel for a while" History threatened, to forget us But I laughed at the thought it had ever remembered Your mind is clear Your eyes are shut Your fingernails are bitten to the quick What do you know?


released June 24, 2016

Produced by Thomas Le Beau Morley
Mastered by Eric James at Philosophers' Barn

Artwork by David Drake


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