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Face Forward, Don't Be Untoward

by Reykjavictim

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When you wake up all alone you know the feeling When you wake up on the stone you know your dreaming Feel the snowflakes on your skin down by the water When you know it’s coming down you’ll bring your daughter Two purple bags and a trace of fear Staring at my face in an infinity mirror I’ve got a cracked windshield and a stain on my shirt The black grain fields and the wind in the dirt And I fell into the garbage bin Black suits the state I’m in And I once bagged a heroine From my passion for recycling Your life strikes 12 and you ask yourself Just what’s the fucking point of taking care of your health But come on snap back you’ve got people to feed You know a moondog pie is whatever you need it to be Can’t read the traffic sign Thought my prescription was doing fine And I fit the description unrefined Bold letters underlined And i thought as i was getting dressed Who am i trying to impress Signed a contract under duress Have to settle for second best Workin for the man for a third of your life You want to die by the fire but you live by the knife So pack your steamer trunk and you head for the east Because the dreamers drunk and he’s feeding the beast And i want to make a massive change Stepping off the broken plane Three layers of air exchanged Key players re-arranged So you dream of a massive change Stepping off a broken plane Inner workings that you’ll never tame The rotten apple core that will always remain So we stop to hear the audience gasp And i try to keep it critical But art is inherently political And i start innocently centripetal Spin a yarn heretical Adrenaholic fires that erupt in a flash Euphoric moments nature never meant to last But we’re still having a blast And i stop when i hear the audience gasp Stunt doubles remove their masks Take a sip from the communal flask Aren’t we all having a blast? Pull the wool over my eyes I’m not coming back for you Not coming back for you Too old to be young and wise I’m not coming back for you Not coming back for you Listen to the people sing
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To die a death unfit for such a prince, But Oh! to live a life so wildly remiss! In each word writ, the of such flow'd forth, And with such life, the pleasure of one's youth.              But cold and dark amongst his years of thought,              The joys of this: his one final ticket bought. The years so pil'd on our sweet poet's head, All generation of contemporaries dead, And yet, our sweet ren'gade liv'd a life on par, With which he wrote; a life of guttered star.           And finally, to all of us advised,           After ticket bought, take this, his final ride. For us to ride, our outlaw poet did succor, Tormented Angle, laws of riders so abhorred. And thee, of all my influences have remaine'd To me, the spark of such a sparkling life ungain'd.           And in his mind, climactic chances to expand,           Did lead his conscious heart to force his heartless mind. And in his final vigilante act we see The final truth of the, his reverie; A chance to quit this too-long world by will, By choice, with choice of time, and place, and final thrill.       No sympathy for him ever deign we to bestow,        And to him and Him, the Devil, bid our outla poet go. Take your time they don’t mind And I’m sure you will find That they are all friends of mine And we’re in this together To Institutions, Youth and Expectancy, Our hero stands averse. No privileged position No heightened standing, Feels he an asset. And so, departs. Upon return, Sweet embittered youth Becomes pretentious sod. Superior inflections to "phony" world. Encounters she of ill-trade, Yet necessary conviction lacks. And to him and we, the readers, Unfulfilled climax Then in and to familial fortune turns, Where comfort resides, Lies our hero's final chance: Repent and acquire saving grace. . .  Results in offer spurned And "Catcher" flies in Phoebe's face. Focus on the setting sun Focus on the setting sun The road stretches like a spine, Serpentines through valleys, Rainbows over mountains, Arrows over fields, The endless vertebrae. Rivers chase us and run along our sides for miles, Darting back into the land, mischievous in their disappearance, As suddenly as their arrival. And we smile, our hands fighting the wind, Our hair blowing, our little nests Nestling each, And the cans pile, and the music plays, And we laugh.  Careless. Focus on the setting sun It’s alright, she said But you make a noise, And nobody notices, A shudder, But we do not stop. You muffle your sensations of pain  And they go unheeded, And we carelessly let you bleed. After endless speeds and gears, And stops and gos, We pull over to find your silver skin smeared in your own fluid, And we blame it on you. For not working, For not keeping up, For not helping; But mostly for not knowing how to fix you. And our heads hang as we listen to the neck-tie drones Report their own oil spill, (Although it's much more serious,  We'd never know then) And the sounds of us arguing  Mixes with piped-in elevator music, And seems oddly fitting as I look at you raised above my head, Knowing it will never be the same, Knowing we can never leave, When all I want is for you  To take us far far away. I can’t see what you see I can’t see what you see I can’t see what you see
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What you see is what you get You’re not locked in your sequence yet Your labour’s all you have to give Your life’s prorated perforated Breaking up is hard to do But don’t think that they care bout you You just go where they feed you best Everyone will understand It’s true Each according to their ability Each according to their greed You have to calculate net present value Based on future needs The index ticking by you better Jump aboard this rising tide The ship is sinking but we still have some time Please enjoy the ride Im drinking single malt in Dublin Business registered at Ugland And these bank accounts be doubling While I’m doing next to nothing Why do we all just put our nose to the grindstone It all starts as a lark, a shot in the dark, Just a way to pay bills, cheap thrills, become the daily drills Put your head down, dont look around, dont frown, turn it upside down Just keep moving, face forward, dont be untoward, be friendly Unending, pretending, unascending, but not falling You don't have a calling,  Face forward, head in the game This is a family, bro, part of the team You sink into it, the future's lit, just keep showing up and shoveling shit Day by day and bit by bit, in the blink of an eye the years fly by No reasons why but your still alive so dont ask why Dont cry, you're getting by You're getting by
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It’s got everything you need But nothing you want In Beaumont Get me outta here Stuck in Beaumont
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Black marker messages are scattered across my bed Can’t figure if it’s real Or if it’s all something in my head I need to leave this place But the sun it never sets here I’m taking a step back For every one that I move ahead Everything I do is somehow all related back to you

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Putting the band back together across both time and space. Treasure hunting while making Nostalgia last year turned up some unfinished ideas that have now been elevated into art with the help of my longtime friend and collaborator, Isaac Macdougall.

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released July 19, 2021

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