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St. Annie

by Nick Nihil

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1.
My hands are stronger Than the fear that Grabs your hair And holds you dear You separate my Head from time I’ll take your lies And make them mine Your home becomes You like a curse You’ll look much Better in my furs Slumber safely In my sound In falling tunnels Underground I will help you Light you up and Leave ‘em falling Bound and chained And caged and howling Never asked and Never used Come drink my Lifeblood from my shoe My hands are stronger Than the fear that Grabs your hair and Holds you dear Pinheads bounce On feathered beds You’ll find me near Or find me dead I will help you
2.
Two Girls 04:11
I have two girls On my shoulders Picking through my hair Talons drawing seeds of blood I have two girls On my shoulders Looking almost the same Fusing with my bluing veins (girls): You never know, boy Never know never know What we’re gonna say A riddle or a love poem Derision or devotion They look and sound the same You never know, boy Never know never know What we’re gonna say One is the harlot and The other is the poet But we look and sound the same Two girls Minor seconds Between the time Between the time Two girls Molting blues I have…
3.
St. Annie 03:10
I’ll kneel at the alter of your Sensuous grace And swallow every breath you breathe I’ll drink of the wine-colored lips Of your face I’ll be good to you if you be good to me I’ll be the John to your Billie But I don’t quite believe me I look but I’m too scared to touch Cigarettes in halves and some fleeting laughs I lost my feet before I learned to walk I’m a two-time dropout twenty grand in the hole But I’ve broken more hearts than I can count On my whiskers to feel if I’m trapped again I could kill myself if I couldn’t be with you But I’ll sway to your song and make love to the mist, I insist I’ll always be true When I need to be true So drip that poison in my ear And I’ll dream forever Wear your daisies in your hair Say you’ll leave me never I’ll hold the doors for you Annie When our house is burning down Let it burn, let it burn, burn it Right down to the ground I’m clawing up the walls when I can’t hear your voice Rejoicing at the fall of the Others who demand you You’re the tower of Babel The sophisticated snake Wrap me in the evening All my atoms I forsake You may think I’ve gone A little crazy That’s ok baby Nothing you say to me Will ever lay me down down down I want to say I broke your heart About as much as I wish you’ll break mine In a fit of despair that’s purely by design But I’ll be good to you If you be good to me
4.
My dog leaves a trail of feathers That cuts from town to town My dog sleeps in the glow in Front of me and doesn’t make a sound My dog could be chief of police And sings with sirens in perfect key My dog is always around Even when I let him be My dog doesn’t like you No Release and catch the birds Sweep the feathers down the drain My dog doesn’t like you No
5.
No Jazz 06:20
Where do we go, Now the lights are out? The singer’s words Have scattered and The burning tempo stalled Unease is a knife In the alley Your grace is overturned We were beautiful Now just ourselves But, man, those players burned Where do we go, Now the lights are out? My radiator’s broken But you can stay a little while I danced you to the bottom I held you towards the sky The airwaves rumble empty So kiss me like a lie There’s no jazz here tonight, my friends No scat, no swing, no cats Just dogs with chains and bones Howling at our backs There’s no jazz here tonight, no no You lovely boys and girls Get home to your records and rotgut And get yourselves unfurled
6.
Crane 03:55
The crane that built the empire Is the crane that’ll bring it down Turning over the buried one by one And then never to be found And in the scablands That echo with teeth The lone bird set Down to a rest Lazily you crossed Your legs across the Absence of my chest The veil of optimism Held by the promise of the new Misconstrues the text And intentions In a holy feverview And this crane would Touch us and lift us out Of our burning home’s remains Moving summers with The ease of a barrel Rolling through the barren plains But the operator chokes and Walks away from the switch “I’m not paid enough,” he says, “life’s a bitch” And the crane that built the empire Is the crane that’ll bring it down Don’t look for answers In the sky The crane has settled down The crane that built the empire Stately, long and tall A beacon in the lonely night That all empires fall
7.
All the talent All the brains A back full of aches And pains Your eyes will blaze And your head will twirl Still, he’ll be nothing more Than a cigarette girl Toe the division Dance on a fencepost The song fades With the evening breeze Call like a crow And hide behind the trees And lure the mind Of the cigarette girl Out at first A dream deferred Fractures crash And scatter like rain It’s all the same In gutters and in fame The princess Or the cigarette girl Sweeping Central Park Asleep in a bookshelf Til she rang The cigarette girl A Spanish balcony A blackened summer pool Two notes are the space Between everything Scam the last bit of Lucky we can find Tuxedo tails, smoking jackets Loaded dice She followed me The cigarette girl Prayed above my shoulder And never knew the price We had the life of a matchstick In a burning bush Inhaling our breakfast Saying grace with a cough Play from the rafters Rattle the floorboards Toss the nickel Into the empty trough The blood drained from our heads The band had gone My axe in a coffin A forgotten song Stumbling late Onto cold and empty beds Look right through My pale and naked cigarette girl Stand me up with scissors And stain me by the sink Don’t ask me if I care Or think of what I think The lantern’s dying And the flies are in a panic Sing to me, whispered The cigarette girl Tango down on Pike And disappear into the lights Smelling my fingers And flashing my knife The dress was perfect Now buried in a bin it hangs like age And your arms are too thin Plexiglass at the Kent A Bowler checks us in Hang low from the bars Of a rusted iron vent Years inside of minutes Talk an endless drone Lips bloom like flowers But smell of fish and of bone And from the boxcar My bags were thrown I jumped and the gravel Stayed around to catch me I know your moan From every corner of this world And my shadow, my shame My cigarette girl Back at the game Washed up, bleached, and shamed All I want is just One more cigarette
8.
Olympia 03:01
Between the Northern And the 4th Ave I’m looking for change To give my shirt a wash I woke up at the Greyhound Station On a bed of Leaves and rocks My eyes they itch so bad I scratch an imposing mote And a pickaxe digs for coal At the bottom of my throat The streets they all end Before they begin But sirens coat the night Like paraffin Between novelties and tanks A thick summer dust And a vague sign indicates The National Trust In the funnies They called me Charlie Brown Drawn an abstraction Of a nondescript frown In town for how long God knows Maybe How long A metronome ticking out My day and night But I’m losing sense Of wrong and right It’s ill advised to pick up Girls inside of lint screens They crumble in your pocket And reappear an incessant itch And if my dick fell off it’d be all right With me All right All right with me The streets they all end Before they begin But sirens coat the night Like paraffin Between novelties and tanks A thick summer dust And a vague sign indicates The National Trust
9.

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released August 21, 2012

Produced by Nick Nihil
All instruments recorded and engineered by Adam Prairie at Hoot House Recordings.
Vocals recorded and engineered by Tim Mendonsa and Nick Nihil.
Additional bass recorded and engineered by Nick Nihil
Mixed by Adam Prairie
Mastered by Vincent LaBelle at BOOM! Studios
Artwork by Caroline Roosevelt
Photographs by Jeremy Mendonsa

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