10x10 print booklet with fully annotated lyrics, original prose, photos, and more.
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lyrics
I slammed the door in your eyes.
How nice.
Dido, your friend,
had just died from a joke I read.
You all knew I was on strike from the word,
and luring me out with a light
like a moth I stirred.
In Carthage harbor,
where crown clerks, courtiers
talk like marchers
and drop like martyrs.
Well I’m their Arthur,
their colporteur, yeah,
but I’m not their guy—
Oh!
No sentiment for a month, just Donne.
Lying at length in a bath
with the clergyman.
Ressentiment for a world without
your testament.
What a joke.
What a cruel cry-out.
Our love had value—
still, St. Matthew walks the earth
but I’m without you.
I’m aphonic, anhedonic now
that I’m not your guy—
Oh!
I came home that night,
stormed back inside,
and fell inept apart.
Even failed that.
No luck,
no time,
no suffering signs—
I’ll just attempt to be
someone who can’t die.
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