even my dumb dog in the heat of the summer has lost his passion

by R. Turner

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dedicated to my dog, Kokoro

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released December 31, 2012

drums by zeno pittarelli (demons), second guitar by matt zotta (god hates the world, fertile crescent)

© ricky turner 2012

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Track Name: jed
dear old friend,

the night is long. everyone is sleeping, yet here i write.
a lot has happened since you've been gone, and i'll tell you if you wouldn't mind.

i got my first girl who i never really met, and then some other girls came and went. it was dumb, you know, but i was such a lonely kid. i'd run through the woods right past your grave, hoping to get lost and i'd need to get saved, but i always found my way home and no one ever came.

i remember waking one morning. i thought you shook my bed...but it was only an earthquake; i'd forgotten you were dead.

i traveled across the country. finally left this town. as you can see, i didn't get very far cause i'm back here for now. i made some new friends now, and i think they're the kind that last. now i'm just praying i don't go crazy...keep my mind from moving too fast.

i hugged you on the table. you went and hit your head. what was i supposed to do? they put a needle in your leg.

i woke up early this morning. i thought you shook my bed...but it was just a lousy earthquake and it made me miss you, jed.
Track Name: vietnam
sometimes i wish i were a bird so i could fly to you in vietnam. i'm all alone and i want to go home and visit my mother. she has a sickness in her stomach and i've got an aching in my soul...my sister is so young and i am feeling much too old.
Track Name: god hates the world
[indoctrinated child singing illegible bigotry]
Track Name: i'm not shy
people always think i'm shy
they tell me i need to loosen up
they try to give me advice
just because i don't talk enough
but i don't want to talk
i don't got nothin to say

people ask me if i'm bored
"are you feeling very tired?"
i just don't want to live anymore
i'm feeling so uninspired
i don't want to talk
i don't got nothin to say
i don't want to talk
i just want to get away from you all
Track Name: any takers
i only wish i had someone to make me coffee in the morning
i only wish i had someone who i could make some coffee for
if i woke up first
Track Name: demons
there’s demons in the foyer
there are demons in the halls
there’s demons in the kitchen
and demons in the walls
don’t expect to fight them
you’re just too small
just try not to invite them
they listen for the call

cause there are demons in your records
demons in your books
there are demons in your television
and the demons have you hooked
they have you sucking on the nipple
of the devil’s filthy breast
and his milk will leave you crippled
in a sinful rotten mess

i see the devil in your eyes, brother
don’t think i can’t see through it
i see the devil in your eyes
just what have you been doing?

there are demons in the shopping malls
demons at the skate park
demons in your alcohol
and demons at the sports bar
don’t ever leave your church
don’t you ever step outside
demons gonna snatch you up
there’s nowhere you can hide

there’s demons in your cartoons
demons in your dolls
demons in your action figures
don’t let them make you fall
don’t expect to fight them
you’re just too small
just try not to invite them
they listen for the call

white washed tombs
whose doom to whom?
dead man’s bones
hang without a groom
Track Name: the moon
the moon hangs its head
over old, crooked rooftops
a familiar friend;
you sit by the donut shop
as I drive home
from work…
as I drive
home from
work…

O full moon
much more than a sliver!
you’ve improved—
so increasingly clever
I can hardly see
what you’ve done to me

when I get home
you’re still there above me
I gaze into your glow—
your silence is chilling
like there’s nothing left
to know—
it’s unexplainable

O full moon
much more than a sliver!
you’ve improved—
so increasingly clever
I can hardly see
what you’ve done to me

you’ve waited for me
since I was but a child
you spoke unto my Grief
with the words of the dying
I’m left without a choice—
what’s a singer without a voice?

O full moon
much more than a sliver!
you’ve improved—
so increasingly clever
I can hardly see
what you’ve done to me

the moon hangs its head
over old crooked rooftops
as I quietly tread
to my eternal resting spot
I’ll die without a word—
I will die without a word
Track Name: unsure but certain, too
lava in my head
feathers in my feet
such a funny life
when god is out of reach
and there's nothing in my soul
my soul is sinking deep
deep into a hole
dug by children at the beach
and that is where i met you
playful and aware
the moon was loudly shining
you had feathers in your hair
and your walking stick was dragging
tired from the dance
you poked yourself into my hole
and dug deeper with your hands
and o, the light! so blinding!
when you swallowed up my soul
but it's warm here in the cradle
of your stomach's selfless glow--

now together waiting;
unsure but certain, too
yes it's warm here in the essence
of the mess i have with you
Track Name: when we fell
When we fell, and clumsily
we bruised all our knees
Hiding our tears from the
sting of defeat
Swelling with doubt until
we couldn’t see—
Our eyes, to fiercely be opened!

When we danced, and fearfully
you tangled yourself
in desperate acceptance,
All too often you felt
if you weren’t among them
You’d be better off dealt
to a slave trader in a far-away country

When we laughed, and so freely
our minds would agree
on the humor of living—
a satirical dream!
Of course, it’s all very different
since we no longer speak
but it’s easy to live in my memories
Track Name: let myself go
whenever my phone rings
i want to throw it out
i don’t want to watch a movie
i just want to leave this town
but it’s not that easy for me
to let myself go

i meet people all the time
but the conversation is dull
it’s not that i don’t like them
it’s all just getting old
cause it’s not that easy for me
to let myself go

i feel completely sorry
to all the girls that i have known
as soon as things get settled
i want “some time alone”
cause it’s not that easy for me
to let myself go

suicide’s an option
but a bad one, i’ve been told
still i’m always left believing
that if i could be so bold…
but i’m not quite able
to let myself go
Track Name: the tide
i'll write my name in the sand
i'll write my name in the sand
and i'll smile while the waves
wipe that stain from the land
when i write my name in the sand

i'll dig a hole in the dirt
i'll dig a hole in the dirt
and i'll take a nap eternally
buried deep beneath the earth
when i dig a hole in the dirt

don't bring no flowers to me
don't bring no flowers to me
i don't need nothin pretty to look at
when i'm buried deep
don't bring no flowers to me
Track Name: fertile crescent
when you're feeling mighty low
and you got no place to go
don't hesitate to get ahold of me
take off down the road
and put my number in your phone
meet me at the fertile crescent

at the fertile crescent
we can let our cares flow out
sailing down the river
with a harpoon in my heart
we can do just as we please
split a pack and shoot the breeze
meet me at the fertile crescent