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

by R. Turner

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1.
jed 02:30
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.
2.
vietnam 01:27
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.
3.
[indoctrinated child singing illegible bigotry]
4.
i'm not shy 02:04
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
5.
any takers 01:02
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
6.
demons 03:42
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
7.
the moon 02:37
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
8.
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
9.
when we fell 02:36
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
10.
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
11.
the tide 02:24
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
12.
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

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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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