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Bummer Summer Ballads EP

by Good F*ck

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I am the demolition meanderer behind the crushed and collapsed facades I add up revealed stairs If we can see with clarity at last we can finally know the questions to ask of our pasts All the scenes seemed to mean nothing have added up to this— staring some statue in the eye Its brute force smirks at my righteousness Each day I make do with my swarming doubts But I’ve always preferred a candle blown out Nothing to say between two stupid tools whose uses can’t be paraphrased away I’m just some demolition meanderer among the demolition meanderers scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape in the ruins we play scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape away with the day
2.
WTF Is Death 03:45
My old friend got an ambulance chauffeur Its siren styled traffic Like a smiling lion tied to a spike lacking the language to explain its own rope’s circumference Death doesn’t make any sense Death doesn’t make any sense still God’s indivisible indifference Is a win-win situation There’s these really silly Big Mysteries in the middle of everything Like what the fuck is death It doesn’t make any sense so long as you continue to do the best you can possibly do at being you Death doesn’t make any sense
3.
True Song 09:46
Many many moons ago in my string bean speed years We’d zoom midwest plains to make sunrise anywhere There must’ve been a year some people came to see us play How else to explain how my expectations abate Sam made me a mixtape back in 89: Front 242, The Cure, De La and Bad Brains into our 30s we crammed a loft concrete too fertile and too chipper to admit defeat High all the time with Dave's Robot and Everyoned Our sleeping patterns flipped our constellations prolonged Love of Everything wrote all our favorite songs Just a decade ago I was a dopey Romeo indulging my fleshy desperation to try to feel real Now the whole civilization’s serotonin’s depleted Will Amitabul shutter? Will Rainbo be defeated? Maybe 5 years I swaggered two clicks too clever I’m starting to wonder if that shame will ever shatter 6 weeks one spring, it wasn’t even a thing But as if she meant what she said But as if she said what she meant the words still sting But now me and Jen have bunkered in Lecce my cousin’s kitchen has the highest ceilings I’ve ever seen we sat eyes closed and listened to impeachment hearings Somehow still shocked by disingenuous villains We each dipped a toe in an Italian hospital Now we’re finally home and its unanimous everyone everywhere’s everything’s cancelled, All day we all hearsay about doomsday stats So maybe it’s OK I indulge and glance back Long ago at Casey’s, I sang this line: “I’m singing this in my friend’s kitchen.” 15 years now in Australia he’s living He introduced me around and shared his deep cut fortune That old song continues with Sam singing backing "We keep beginning again and again, longing to belong to only each new beginning" Sam’s feeling at home in the desert he’s living All our past lives don’t reveal that they don’t last until they do “We keep beginning again and again, longing to belong to only each new beginning” So I strut past and continue, scrape away residue Strut past the residue scrape away and continue Turning down cash for reunion shows I wish were possibly possible more than anyone knows
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Completeness 05:01
I can’t understand why I can’t understand who was that man I became in response to you I am not that way You made me that way And I still can’t understand Ah the goddamn completeness of the image of my beloved But I still can’t understand how I can’t understand and it was true— we did or we didn't we could or we couldn’t but it was true I was that me that I still am Are you still that you? Ah the goddamn completeness of the vision of my beloved I get it now how you told me how time deepens in each other’s presence and now later, slowly, so much goddamn later I also now I get it how time also deepens in each other’s absence

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These songs were recorded in Carrizozo, Puglia & Chicago from Fall 2019 to Spring 2020.

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released June 5, 2020

Portrait by Chris Strong
Mastered by Neil Strauch

Thank you to Bobby Burg, Mark Davis, and Paula and Mike at Momazozo

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