here comes the wine and here come the barbiturates
the conscientious objectors and a tour bus full of white elephants
while you were killing all your idles i was making a shrine unto myself
and both of us know we should have been pursuing something else
lock up the keys and throw away the door
and see if we desire to walk through it anymore
what's worse - you me or the dice
or the fact that we don't know what we wanna be in our next life
here comes the whining and here come all our parting epithets
i've got a list as long as my arm of all the credit that i didn't get
while you were putting on your pants i made two full-length LPs without the in-house producer
and both of us have a talent for creating then living in illusions
lock up the keys and throw away the door
and see if we desire to walk through it anymore
what's worse - you me or the dice
or the fact that we can
belt out tunes like slugging a softball into the wire mesh
but there's nothing coming out the other side
looking at each other's watches asking if anything has happened yet
and if it hasn't by now
it won't
it won't
credits
from CATHETERS,
released October 2, 2015
simon outhit - guitar; andrew wiseman - harmonies; jon - everything else
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022