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Going Exthinkt

by The Good Hard

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I askt her to show me a smile a day But that’s not the way that she walks I urged to stay at my side in the fray But that’s not the way that she walks So I sed it’s over N she sed it never begun So I sed I’m leavin N she sed u left wen u come How can I stay When all that I say She spits it right back In my face like that It makes me cry But how can I go From a woman who knows I live for the tears Only she can uprear Gets me hi I told her to let me go free now and then But that’s not the man that she wants I told her that most of my moods r pretend But that’s not the man that she wants So I sed go find him N she sed he don’t exist So I sed so take me N she sed u don’t exist How can I live With answers like this They twist up my hed Turn desire to dread Gonna die But how can I leave A love so deceived It gets me back to The things that r true Wonder why I begged her to say that she luvs me a bit But that’s not the way that she talks I demanded she tell me that she wd commit But that’s not the way that she talks So I sed yr crazy N she sed ain’t I with u So I sed I luv u N she sed I know u do But how can I luv Such a mean ruthless thug She kicks me n tricks me Mocks me n shocks me Wanna fly But how to despise A woman so wise She keeps me alive On the luv she deprives Ain’t she sly?
my humy run down to Death Palm Beach to bang da moneysuckle man he got a yacht say life's a bleach and an ocean for a bedpan he's such a plucky honky, took the birds rite outa my south she's his gill raker thong key lay her waste n fill er up with luxury assault buy-ho spillage from the reviscerated mass fault bio-pillage of his methamobesity drouth house i can see them in his godsend chumming stingaree as he injects his molder into her snails of clover make her my hands to hold her that she may contain the colder ain't got to be this way but this the way it's got to be one long flagitious heyday of errata cum laude every mother-fucking building is a gravestone on my kind (n yr kind too cuz my kind's u) haut gout catastatic geldings sportin dearth first bibs at a bled squid dick shuck on status joe's scatty patio overlooking the phoboholic bottom line O my sister twerk yr fister til he breaks his free don't gimme that extirpatory summertime all my fun's the luv i feel from the life i mind gonna dance the nite so gently thru the intertwined that wen the dawn comes on O bb we gon' fuck like peckers suckin on sassafras fuck like manatees in the sweet grass fuck like jaguarundis on wildcast O til we blow their homes away gunnin down to Death Palm Beach to pull my humy from the haze take her by the tan n teach her the terror of her daze she's such a punky smacky i'm bound to bite the brick but i'm so kicky backy n my heart's a hevy stick we will wrangle til our tangle saves or graves the sea O sinkhole
Half My Life 04:04
i've wasted half my life on the only thing i care about. cast my dyin words down an autofill that hocks me out. once yr best is bust all's a shudder that u can't unshout. who runs the wind? luvd yr very move wether i did or not. held yr mouth in mine til yr billow's blew the shit i shot. we used to shake the space now we just cam a lot. cut to the mend. subscripts for endophones slave ships in astrodomes i hate how i sneer that box they put me in's the same box i tried to win by fallin on my spear cough in my face i'll ask u wut u'd like with that. burn down my house i'll thank u for the habitat. i hit the muzzle's gag so it can spot just wer i'm at. cue violin. now i climb on my broken voice thru the rime wer those smokin boys thrash in time to the token noise call me inshell guess i cdn't rite the wrong a bein left for live. how'd i ever thunk freedom cd be memorized? don't get mor dum than actin like u can't decide wen to say wen. O ya we had sum fun tryin to be number one at tryin again. but we're so over now in our wite hybrid disavow. happy has not been.
Night Light 08:55
Someone stares From the stars tonite Into my unknown And like a shape In a child’s mind Stillness takes me home. And I finally feel Like a part of the living, And I’m finally healed By thoughts of my dying As I fall apart Into the shimm’ry, Cuz someone stares From the stars At me. Someone cares In the stars tonite For my spoken wish. And like the rains In a dried-up land Letdown gives a lift. And I finally feel, Like I might greet the morning. And I’m finally healed By my crazy adoring As I drift away Into the shimm’ry, Cuz someone cares In the stars For me. You long for the sky When you’re long for the ground, And the more you look up The more you fall down, But even when you stray You’re still homeward bound Cuz we’re made to return to the stars. Someone calls From the stars tonite To my broken love. And like a nest By no hand toucht Nuthin’s just enough. And I finally feel Like I might forget her, And I’m finally healed By feelin’ no better As I rise asleep Into the shimm’ry, Cuz someone calls From the stars For me. Cuz someone’s there In the stars Maybe. Cuz someone stares From the stars; You’ll see.
all the great hermaphroditic cleavage dreams are back at work, stuck phrases in a leave-no-trace extreme daughter destruction snore for the hottest happy victim cage fuck ever, His and Hearse, bout a man bravely gettin off wer every man’s got off before. i’m student of the weak an antenatal freak i’m hot as tank shit my gunner cranks it populate the cracker prior to consumption do not run while running from doing the current thing if u lose yr feel, stay put in filmic gumption fight for the privacy of yr auto-muted public longing u wur born in a barn n that barn is ok. it’s ok. now u live on a farm n that farm is on a runway. c’est la mainstay. all yr means all yr genes all yr memes all yr built on butter schemes r so yesterday i’ve come to see i’m simulated by a payful hate that the beacons of my overdrive now emanate from spermandalas that set me on to procreate with the obstacles my monuments exuviate, yet thru the muscles of the body that i’m phasing out gush aboriginals down awe-all drifts that never drought, bearing mothers for the beauty murk my pain’s about n all I gotta do to knock em up’s not lock em out. one nature, under gawd whittle kids with smog take a fear abroad uganda mystagogue seeing the good in ppl built a road thru my heart so i stood in the road n got run over by my heart now there’s a roadside memorial to me in my heart that sees the good in ppl as they roadhog thru my heart.
Demagine 05:49
somewhere nowhere, dawn. the motorboats r gone. it’s the perfect time to be a swan. pose for audubon. blonder than a blonde. it shd be a crime to mow the lawn. all u need to be freed is the flaxen creed of the alpenglow. yr one with the sun ‘fore the day’s begun if u give it a show. welcome, disarray. u’ve come, i sense, to stay. as the motorboats in thr drunken pilgrimage to cut the throats of the cygnets ‘fore they fledge make me wanna throw myself away. O it won’t be long ‘fore the swans r gone. it shd be a crime to carry on. but as the lines are drawn tween the seen and sawn it’s the perfect time to share yr awe. cuz no one sees the catastrophes thr celebrations cause til a love lament for the innocent deadlocks thr jaws. to live i must believe, tho the day we seize, there’s a gentleness in every grasping hand that craves recess from the endless death demand in the harmonies of the seminal reprise: I’m alive again today so let live wut may.
Again 05:33
Awash in lush lucidity The whims of nature changing me I wander free the rift tween now and then. And as I near to hear the sound Of how we truly wild abound Seclusion smiles and I go to town again. Exuding irrealities That proffer new divulgencies Of perfect crackling wisdom nectarine Exquisite lifting narratives Concur me systems transitive Til flesh starvation drags me down again. That all emerge confused and sweet And take to violence thru defeat They suffer at the fists of desperate men Who can the gifts of peace perceive If shown them slow, I so believe Til fear incites my warful rage again. In self as set as time in dust I swap desires in open trust With all who care to share thru thick and thin, But somewhere in this fair exchange That asks not who is sick or strange My doubt uncoils and I close off again. The gorgeous rich and generous day Wherein no child’s restricted play Swells full my heart with its precious oxygen, Til sadness like a bug immune To all we know my strength consumes So I get high on filth and I crash again. The endless edge whence none can swerve Whose mystery all the world unnerves I welcome with a godless cool amen For I’m a dream in matter’s mind And need no sense but its design Til the lies of life make me fear death again. How like a corpse in roiling surf I bang the rocks with every surge Of my unconscious sea-old regimen, Til my love walking long the beach Beholds my body in her reach And with a breath she revives my soul again.
Father 06:17
Dark is the amber round my agency. Lost are the records of my injury. Too sweet the savor of my bitter me. But what of that? I know the church from the chat. And round me the good times shall gather When finally I walk with my father. Unmet the promise of my policy. Disdain the quarry of my dignity. My furnace feeds upon the weeping tree. But I don’t care. To be is not to beware. And anarchy shall be my brother When finally I dream for my father. False are the factors of my jealousy. Self-fed the wellsprings of my agony. Each night I burn myself in ecstasy. But damn it all. Ya can’t get up til ya fall. And lies shall be dear to the lover When finally I sleep with my father. But is this longing just a sign Of all the meaning he’s denied? Must you inveigle his distant glare To see the loss you know is there? Sick is the science of my remedy. My life but handicaps my progeny. How hollow rings my self-sung victory. Yet so, I say. Rome is built every day. And there shall be ruins to discover When finally I die for my father. As I look out on what’s inside of me, I see the future’s what it used to be, And I am stuck in opportunity. What then to do When memorials rust with the dew? O all shall be one with the other When finally I rise as my father.
I hide my yelk in theramones But I can’t fade away. I mold my lak in pyrofoams But I can’t fade away. I liv belo the ded Who’ve sed al I hav sed But this boot upon my head Smells strangely of the sanctums I have tred. I crawl into a crashing car But I can’t fade away. I brand my brain with oubliettes d’art But I can’t fade away. I breed with voyeur cams In sitcom sonograms To forge deformity But my stillbirth keeps outperforming me. I lard my loathe with the illth of plath But I can’t fade away. I stash my past in the aftermath But I can’t fade away. I drop my pants in class And calculate my ass But the havoc I conceive Aspirates the failure I receive. I key my code in an open source But I can’t fade away. I trace my gaff to fillop’an sores But I can’t fade away. I permeate my niche A decorated ditch Now nothing's left to eat Save the prey that walks on my had feet. I post a fake impersonal But I can't fade away. I look like some new visual But I can't fade away. And al I really want Is sum old mindless spot Wer mind is all I got So I can be the hot shot I am not, So I can pass this diagnosing clot, So I can seep into ur retro-twat.


All songs written by Kirk Wood Bromley and recorded at The Home Of in Bklyn unless otherwise indicated. Ain't She Sly - produced & arranged by John Gideon, with mixing assistance by Kevin Blacker, recorded at Poe Studios, NYC; Night Light - piano by Kevin Blackler, drums by John Gideon; Father - female vocals by Stephanie Dodd, organ by Kevin Blackler, drums by John Gideon, recorded by Hank Wagner at Madhatter Studios; some vocals and instruments by Sandstar. All other instruments and voices by Kirk Wood Bromley. Mixed and mastered by Kevin Blackler.


released October 1, 2015


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