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Pick Me up with Yr Suction Cups

by Pith

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1.
The Curse 03:18
But all good things have to come to an end And you’re not a good thing, so you’ll come to no end. The seeds you plant so long ago Get covered by the ash that we call snow Throw no flowers here, because If heaven is a stop, then I’m a bus Everything you do has a secret price in the great advertisement that we call life. Can I walk with you? My friends are gone They diverged from this path we’re on I’m happy to see that there’s still some left Submerged in the pond we call “bereft” If you get farther than me I will fall for your ruined knees Cause whatever self-respect I had Got drowned in the puddle that we call “sad” If I walk that way then my heart will stop Cause the ground that way is a homemade prop The only cure for my lightless eyes Is to touch a flower and watch it die There’s bad successes and good regrets And the biggest failure is to just forget The softest lights on this dark earth Are you and me and our respective births You are neither many of many nor one of few You are the choices you acquiesced to You are the thunder on forgotten hills You are a large amount of pills You are a great quantity of seaweed You are death, life, rebirth, and the banshee. Knee-deep muck on coastlines in your nightmares Is dragging you ever closer to a mystery called “right there.” You accept facts like banana stickers You reject lonely, generally kind house sitters And room shakers don’t tickle your fancy The pounding speakers are making you antsy. You sleep and wake, over and over constantly listening to “seems so long ago nancy” was it so long ago or was it just last wednesday was it just last wednesday when you fell into that trap, see, i know how to know when I’m dreaming, but if chance be against me, i’ll slip into a bird’s eye view land sweep of the huge valley of life from the cave of the centipede to the red mould that asks “do you wanna dance please” you deny thoughts and feelings simultaneously i’m praying that your list of names nowhere mentions me i am staring at the wall, i am whistling absently i am whispering: “seems so long ago nancy”
2.
Self-reflection; your favourite hobby It wasn't just Jesus who was sick of your body It was the bees in the branches, the falling-down mansions And every single member of your great expansion In your mouth and in your nose The smell of her neck and the sight of her clothes Scattered round with yours, on the floor and the painted chair The black and the white and the blue blue blue blue Healing you with a healing touch And the feeling of her teeth doesn't hurt too much You're a carved up carcass to her scavenger bird You're an open ear to her precious words And if you wake in the morning with a shower on your back And a hole in your head that you mistake for slack That you're giving yourself, that you think you need better Look closer at her, like the day you met her So you won't need to be hanging around After class, don't need to stay downtown She is here and she's holding you The sweetest terror enfolding you I-I-I-I-I-I- I'm looking at your face through several screens And I feel that, and i know what you mean When you said you were extreme in other ways But i close my mouth, and we roll into day Off the tall platform of my tall black bed With the side of your face on the top of my head, and, The weight of arbitrary pain unfolded, Lies are free, and lies are golden, and Everyone is happy for us But not so happy as to cause a fuss And not so happy as to say it's so But happy enough to see us go And i think i could love a face like yours If you can love boredom and battered shores That too many waves have broken on And another’s looming, let's go, come on You should try to get better sleeps As the wooden woman forever weeps She is here and she's holding you The sweetest terror enfolding you Should the beach become a pond She'll just wave her magic wand She'll be there, she'll be holding you The sweetest terror enfolding you If I get to see you again Don't want to see another I could simply listen to you Like an older brother Hearing you and caring that you Do not get murdered Screaming at the shadows, no- No don't you-don't you- hurt her Maybe if the sky ever breaks And corpses get enlightened Maybe I can lie here again And not be-not be- frightened As I hold my head in my hands And moan my idiot moaning You just put your hand on my back And give me melatonin I know that I said before That I'd be happy just to Ever have kissed your lips But that was just a costume I know that it might be alarming I don't want to be an Inconvenience or a dead weight But these eyes are for seeing How can I be looking at you And hearing you talk And think that I could walk away That I could even walk If I tried to get up and leave My body wouldn't follow Just a floating heart and a person Clear and hollow There I'd remain next to you Skeleton in ecstasy You in all your fullness persist There lying next to me Oh Self-reflection, Self-reflection, Self-reflection, oh self-reflection, It’s your favourite hobby, Your favourite hobby
3.
Spiral Shell 02:29
Smelling sweet as a flower Losing minutes and hours You wanna pin it to your forehead just to feel powerful, in the powerful, green growth rings of success and red growth rings of failure Tie your hair like it’s a green, green reed Even the marsh can bleed, and I know all I need is You with all your creatures in tow I don’t want you to go, I want you very very close So it is Demonstrably That you’re Jesus nailed to me Smelling sweet like chlorine And you know what that means Cause we don’t use love as a means of Reaching peace, but then again at least, the love we made was seen by the self-dividing east Soap and water are our only friends This could be where it ends, but it tends to not end It seems to come whether you try or chill, seems like it will come over and over again So it is And so you see, That you’re Jesus nailed to me And that’s exactly where I want to be
4.
Bog Myrtle 03:57
Is it real or an enchantment? All I can feel is disenchantment Can I stay with you, can you unfasten The cords that hold the thunderclouds crashing? One off to the left and one off to the right One right in the middle shining on you like night They cover you like blankets and you fall asleep It’s just another truth of the body All this self-immolation is starting to define you More than you'd probably like it to Don't shave your hair, don't be scared, There's a night stretched across the sky and you're out there Huddled among the same piles of rubble that she died in Drinking the same amount, with the same nice grin You peek at the snow, through the diffuse orange glow, At the waterfall to see if it still flows And you see one off to the left, and one off to the right, And their green glow turns wood-coloured as they cover your sight They cover you in a blanket of moss As you bury your dreams in loss I’m fascinated by the sky, i’m okay with this town everything’s more okay than it sounds, everything except confusion and anguish i am a candle, i’ve been extinguished and as i lay and lay on mattresses here and there i couldn't help but think that someday you might care my love for you is a scratch on a cliff face my love for you is the vastness of space my love for you is like a parasite it kills you my love for you isn’t the rain at night it’s the morning dew
5.
Bat 04:38
At a recent social event I was forced To flee as if from the scene of a crime I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt worse Time, time, time Because pain is time, and time is real, And pain is not relative, nor do your feelings Measure up on the scales of suffering All your heart needs is a toughening All your head needs is exclamation All you need is the cure of sensation All you need is a square of drywall To stare at with your reddening eyeballs Pain is love, and love is dusk, And the change in the seasons is eating you And you’re eating the impending widespread rust As it’s defeating you So time is love, and grass is nails, That you will fall upon when you inevitably fail Tales of your sacrifice will be sequestered Into the mystery of forgotten information Cause you are having an ok time As the weight of the forest commits its crimes On the soft shuddering tissue of your strange Totality In the gloom In the gloom Of your vacant room There’s a mark Made by Lightning When the lightning strikes, when the lightning strikes, You will feel the way that you felt tonight And you’ll change your so-called essence Once again
6.
Past Lives 03:54
I’m colder in the summer than i am in the winter i want my headstone to be this old white printer I want all my nights punctuated by mornings every daybreak just gets pinker every sunset just gets wiser as you cough on gin instead of wiser’s and there is no darkness, only warnings the hollow lake needs no advertisers i saw a life and didn’t call it shit i just dug for a means to represent it and in the hours spent digging the sun must have sunk i guess the sun, too, quit. I guess the sun, too, quit. I grew like a bush and rotted like a fox whether at tow hill or at the locks i, like the water, remained so still despite the electric shock we had our heads down when the lightning struck so it was only by our good luck that we didn’t have to watch the beloved hill burn, like memories of fucks You slaked my thirst with Gatorade, and took me in, and got me laid, You showed me your knife I don’t act like I’m disgusted by the depth to which I trusted it I guess I’m you in some past life I guess I’m you in some past life
7.
150 Days 04:12
One hundred and twenty years Is not enough time to explain Specifically, the precise way that I love you and your salt stained Boots and your salt stained Cheeks, and the soft peep Of the creature that lives with Us and watches us sleep I have a lot Of catching up to do I have a lot Of things to say to you One hundred and fifty days Is not enough time to tell Whether i'm going to see you In heaven or see you in hell I don't know whether i'm bad Or you're bad or we're both Bad, and I haven't had time to see Whether my only sin is sloth I have a lot Of catching up to do I have a lot Of things to say to you I have a lot Of catching up to do I have a lot Of things to say to you I love you I love you
8.
Pregnant clouds in the sky raining little grey diamonds Beating on our backs without rhyming or timing Conditions being broken, truer words never spoken, They broke in my hope when they stove in my hymen They came from the back that had been wet by thick storms Ice cold destruction that came in so warm and so playful, they pilfered all of my garbage, power blackouts in their trail, they don’t fail, they brainwash you through porn In the night’s rotting darkness the harness is tightened The red marks on your soft pink flesh are not frightened They’re way more chill than your cruel, cruel brain Shooting rain out your eyes, and inside your eyes, and down your Cheeks Does it hurt that much? Do I really need to walk with a diamond crutch? Is it acting or reacting when I cringe at the touch Of nature’s little finger? Does it matter if life is a sick sick joke Or if my only real friends are water and soap? I’m me, she’s her Blankets of fur, forever soaked I said so much but it was wrong No less so in this pigeon that I call a song No more so when my veins sang with me All night long But they didn’t even sing when it really would have counted Flesh falling off, my bones still amounted to more than I’d hoped, and my new way to cope Is a ghost of “here we go”, around we Go We’re back again Starting up at the moon at ten You can cut my hand but the blood within Doesn’t show, cause it doesn’t flow no more Oh I asked him to hold me Because I was cold, see My hands they were shaking My land was earthquaking I did what he told me I held him in My arms doing Nothing doing No harm but he Pushed me so far away Leaving no time to say “Please don’t, I love you so I do not want to go If you say so, okay He held me in his arms laughing Cutting strips from My flesh flashing Lights from his giant eyes Breeding like fireflies Filling the night with green Of all the things I’ve seen Nothing was so serene I lay back in the grass, cold and wet, looking up at a soaring Shadow that floated a- -way up to heaven, it paused for a moment, Turned back and withered and Fell down a thousand feet Splashed and sank in The water, I Took one look and Went inside and You were there sleeping I Curled up beside you and Burned all my memories in- side me, and tears sprang out Greeting your frailness and We fell deeper Sleep our owner Loving deeply Forever soaked You are my shadow and You are my emptiness You are my blood clot for You are the blood that will Never flow away again Never flow away again Never flow away again Never flow away again Never flow away again Never flow away again
9.
four years later turquoise water trees like bones the cruel north's daughter sun falls softly highway cries open the door close your eyes you go one way i'll go nowhere you say one day i'm gonna grow there still remember what it feels like when the weeds are really lifelike crushed under some superimposed maps forget all that with a firm slap please restrain me if i self-harm please rain on me like a thunderstorm i'm not saying i have any kind of supportive structure, no no no i had no cell walls when i fucked her noo i had no cell walls when i emptied now i burn the stuff she lent me you sing sweetly i'll just vomit you go crazy i'll just calm it down and i don't know why and i don't know how and i don't know why and i don't know how the rain Falls through the air And rinses the pain From whatever happens to slip between our forked tongues and our light lips you say this line i'll say that one you go smoke this wasn't that fun? yeah

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The tale of the great flying salamander, the eternal confusion, the things that will never change so you have to embrace them (fOrEvEr), to meet dracula, to kiss the blood clot itself, the burning hill, the bus stop, the bad morning, the ghost in the hallway, the mouse's death rattle in the lost forgotten ceiling, the pile of sticks and leaves with no bottom (the abyss we fell into), the wrist recovering, the blankets, the inverse horizon over the lake, the courtyard, the red heat lightning, the turquoise water, the salamander, who cuts you, changes you, and either: (A) Leaves you be, or (B) Picks you up with his suction cups and carries you away

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released December 19, 2020

Composition, arrangement - Chris Love and Andrea Finlay
Lyrics, vocals, and guitar - Chris Love
Production - Chris Love and Andrea Finlay
Mixing - Chris Love and Andrea Finlay

Additional composition and production by Alexandre Michaël
Additional production by Dylan Sullivan
Recording and additional engineering by Jonas Bonnetta at Port William Sound
Digital mixes bounced to reel-to-reel by Jonas Bonnetta at Port William Sound

Cover art by Chris Love
Special thanks to Nugget, Phoebe, Jasmine, & the dougs & the hounds

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