dying utah man finds heaven on earth by living in the present

by KONKLIN

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seven songs about death made by twenty-somethings. enjoy.

thanks...

to michael briggs and ari edwards
to all the artists devoting time to the physical release
to the houston texans
to anyone listening

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released May 20, 2015

scott - guitar, oral shouts
sean - bass, backup shouts
alexi - drums, backup shouts, theremin, toy piano
michael briggs - sound wizard
ari edwards - cover art

all songs written by KONKLIN and booze

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metta world punk suburban apathy salts

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Track Name: zebra cakes
I was rattling off some junk about the bible
No one was listening
I was all alone on the grocery aisle
I grabbed some pizza,
a stick of butter, and peaches
I told the clerk to ring me fast
I said my work was urgent
He looked me right in the eye
and said, "You're just like all the rest."

And that's when I realized...

I don't want to die in Denton
I don't want to die too slow
I don't want to die a Christian
Those bastards wouldn't let me go

I met a girl the other day
And I met her husband
They're pretty cool
We're hanging out on Sunday
We're going to try and summon
the dark lord Satan with a seance
We made a Ouija board
with her daughter's crayons
And the flames roared!
And the couple started
fucking on the couch
And as they moaned
I understood there was no way out
Track Name: your art sucks
Wake up
Get drunk
To work
Take lunch
Call up Suzy see if she’s got nothing to do
Let her know that I am up for doing nothing too

Couch locked
Sharp daze
Say love
Rephrase
In the morning both our heads hurt, stomachs churning
Broken windows, spilled some milk and carpets burning

She can/but I won’t
I will/but she don’t
She feels/and it hurts
We kneal/in the dirt

Take out
Chinese
Split up
With ease
When the tree falls does it even make a sound
If it lands on me is there anyone around

These days
last forever
No need
for another measure
I would advise you to ignore any other advise
which will prove difficult. There’s a lot of wisdom out there
Track Name: spooky halloween
Another hot one
Sweltering day in the summer
I had a cold one
On a bed I could lay with a lover

She said, “The center of the soul
The absence of a hole
Is substance don’t you know
Is substance don’t you know”

Another bad joke
I’m well acquainted with blunders
Take a sip of coke
And dream of our nuclear bunker

She said, “I want to see it all
I want a southern drawl
Or the voice of monsieur Marceau
Or the voice of monsieur Marceau”

She came in on a rocket
Ain’t that something
And left on Hailey’s comet

I had a shed
I hit my head
And all the puss spilled out

Another long night
This one’s gonna be a bummer
We’ll have a big fight
And we’ll leave this life for another

She said, “I saw god again
He says He needs a friend
We spend hours on the phone
We spend hours on the phone”

Another blown load
I’ve had my fair share of lumber
I was in off mode
She was an irrational number

she said, “Death is elegant
so cold and defiant
It’s fine to go alone
It’s fine to go alone”
Track Name: fat rondo
I will die here
I think
With my legs in the air
Some other body parts in the sink

I will live there
The Sphinx
Until my mouth starts
Spewing black ink, GOD DAMN

Constructed piecemeal in the image of Jesus
I want to get drunk and smash tables to pieces
My body is a temple that no one tends to
And so when I drink I intend to erase you

Covered wholly in the blood of the lamb
I want to get TOASTED and live off the land
When i check, I want eight sets of footprints in the sand
I just want someone up there to respect my demands
Track Name: fake anthropology terms
Johnny carved a cross in the table
Right beside his name
He believed he stood for something
That would bring him fame
Deborah always took what she wanted
Now, there's nothing left
Johnny asked her out on a date
She just stood bereft

Colder, getting colder
There was nothing left to do
Colder, getting colder
Whenever I wake up with you
Hotter, getting hotter
Getting high to watch The View
Hotter, getting hotter
Complacent next to you

Barkley tends bar, works hard,
And holsters his cellphone
Always saying pseudo-intellectual shit
Like we're all going to die alone
Juliana was a tarot psychic
She predicted Cleo's death
She confirmed Barkley's suspicion
They never spoke again
Track Name: god jr
Dissonant shades/disparate parts
adequate size/comparable length
composing system/expanding distance


Desolate shapes/desperate hearts
Bodiless eyes/vanishing strength
Transferring friction/meeting resistance

All of my means of measuring youth are
Dying slowly, dying slowly
Every part of this strange frame is
Rearranging, rearranging
Who will find my body when it's
Decomposing, decomposing
God is watching from a distance and it's
Terrifying, terrifying

Distinct motions/deviate thoughts
Versatile course/synchronized drops
Burrowing under/following instinct

Debilitated/Disengaged plots
Going nowhere/Getting faster
Pulsating horror/breathing gets harder

Forming unfolding standard revisions
Track Name: kentucky mountain moonrise
I’m a little bit wasted
My ride home got wasted
He says he can sleep this one off
This night is definitely wasted

I just thought I’d taste it
But sensation has long since gone
No, no I am not a bum
Disregard the notices pasted

I’m a god-fearing man
I remember being born
Underneath the moonrise
My mother’s blood got me wasted

That’s how I started off
Someday soon, God’ll call me up
On flames, on angels wings
Up to his holy kingdom
Then you’ll see, then you’ll all see