Splinter Remedies

by Rin Tin Tiger

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released 20 August 2013

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Track Name: Splinter Remedies
psycho circus owner tried to force his masterpiece into my mind
wrapped my thoughts in caution tape
tried to take my keys to the city away
when they cut down the tree all i did was yell timber
i ain't got no splinters and i don't need your splinter remedies
no, not me
my voice box is a blue whale scarred singing in a minor key
the soulless describe me their face then point to a mirror casually
don't you dare say you're better, it's gonna make you worse
time got mugged and beat the fuck up
you got caught with it's stolen purse
now you wait in a prison cell,
your pocket watch the burning hearth
the home you dug out on the beach is too far to expect a visitor
Track Name: Spit
wailing bums drink taaka laying down
then dare to ask me for a dollar
i shred my lungs for a living in the underground
and never pronounce disaster
you better raise your collar to the cold
or else be hooded like a cobra spitting out
i got a strong opinion of what my job ain't
so when they knife my mona and dip me in finger paints
i gotta drink the juniper to tranquilize the oppressive shade
i know what's necessary...
nothing makes sense and i can't move on with my life
in a dark room in my subconscious
snow falls silently amongst tiny beads of light
my eyes look like my mothers in a 1:15 a.m daze
here i am dripping with confessions
but lack conviction to clean up the messes i have made
cause i waste my time trying to humor those that will hate me either way
it's a waste of time to try and humor those that will hate you either way
Track Name: Haunted Now
interested in eagles and the weather
girls just show up and get presents
trampling around on other peoples weakness
love just makes you crazy and fucks up your breathing
you know i'm only cruel because i'm close
we let our love get haunted now
the second time's stormy sleeping with ghosts
we gotta bed full of bodies now
i'm gasping for art all night
strangled blue as a hyacinth
and now you say my kisses only clip your lips
cause i don't subscribe to adoration's feverish tricks
it makes me embarrassed
and i could feel it's lightness
Track Name: Aluminum
i think by now i'm just loitering in your heart
and i'm wondering if our love's content to starve
cause the clouds are dripping down like mercury
and they say soon they're cry out rain or spring a leak
ah babe forgive me if my hearts shivering like aluminum
though i know if i leave you with bad feelings
then we'll both get some good writing done
so i chase my love away
or subtly evade
i'm gonna chase my love away
tell me sweet pistol what good does it do for you
to remind me all the time you're capable of breaking hearts
you made it clear by now and i know that you're pleasures muse
so don't leave me in your gallery of dead lovers art
how can you blame me if my hearts shivering like aluminum
go on now leave me with bad feelings
and we'll both get some good writing done
Track Name: Bloodstains
should've never told the doctor i was a hypochondriac
cause now he never does believe me
though i keep on going back
and the library thinks i'm criminal
i lost something in the dark
so i think i'll cut my losses
and go get drunk in the park
but where's my plain colored barn?
all i got are old bloodstains
nothing makes no sense
and nothings gonna change
between here and mississippi there's a town called sweetsborough
where the water runs warm over the keys of the piano
and the rock slides in the mountain
look just like rolling gold
and i never need no zinc
to unfreeze these frozen bones
that's where i will know the truth
in my blue barn colored plain
where everything means nothing
and nothings gonna change
Track Name: Michelangelo
makeshift medical professional
honest as the priest who's a pedophile
in a cardboard confessional
i swear some people they don't wanna be loved
they just wanna get beat up
i know i'm never gonna be the one that you're scared of
but i'd hoped to love you was frightening enough
the state systems filthy
privileged children just shake up their beds
confetti falls on a regular basis
open your mouth
taste the arsenic
beautiful static so vapid and useless
ugliness swallows and shrieks like a crow
a knife comes slashing to deface this canvas
i'm your corpse michelangelo
i don't wanna be loved.
Track Name: War Veteran
dressed up like a war veteran dapper gentleman
bullshit's played out
you just wash up on the shore
and start taking pictures of yourself
talking loud bout big ideas
then shut your mouth once their out of style
you ain't no war veteran dapper gentleman
at all
Track Name: Suffer No More
the surfaces shimmer
and i shine back dull
i hate all my friends when i'm all alone
no time for the evening
the daytime's just noise
oh what i wouldn't give to be a beautiful boy
the moon makes its sad arc
and always finds me sleeping
i'm tired of these karmic revelations
the things that only i know
so pour me a ribbon of gold
i'm done planning on suffering
so i suffer no more
she's a bit mystic
she sleeps to my left
though i'd sworn love was gunned down
tonight i'm a witness
but life keeps on piling up
and i keep trying to live some dream
but no one warned me employment
was a wasting disease
Track Name: Waterfront Blues
i wanna smudge the moon with charcoal baby
i wanna see those construction paper stars
i gotta light skinned woman like a fox tail stuck to my heart
if she see's that i been fishin mama makes me face the waterfront
cause i got resolve as thin as a mouse's ears
and just as quick to run away and disappear
if i'm feeling blue
i'm gonna hurt myself if not
i'm hurtin you
so watch out
i'll pay a very handsome ransom to retrieve that hostaged sense of myself
i need help!
cause i'm tired of making you cum
from your snow capped mountain
to burn that oil drum
your oil drum love
i'm not looking for anything that's real
i want sun damaged film i wanna ferris wheel
i want no high tide breaking my stride just like i'm some chandelier
cause i'm not...
though i can be very carefree when distance makes fault lines insincere and disappear
can ya hear???
Track Name: Kill Me Rag
i would wildly swallow a smile if i
didn't spit it out as an injury...
i'm gonna get drunk like a cherub
trapped in flight on that concrete fountain
i'm tarnished and i'm chipped when i'm naked
trapped in flight on that concrete fountain
lord i've been wondering
what's it gonna be that's gonna kill me?
constantly in reverie
constant in recovery
mr.bell your thoughts are base
come looking for my wife again
she's been gone across the hall
she's been gone for quite a while
mr.bell your intellect
is making my stomach sick
Track Name: Precaution
at every turn the machine's collecting
process and redirecting
our thoughts towards what's distracting
hiding what's really happening
we perform like a herd still
though estranged from our neighbors
we trudge our vacant distance
thoughts strung up in fishnets
out of breath and gasping
broken from the struggling
entering the dark phase
and depression is searching
for release that needs no precaution
this empty food is so accessible
the quick fix the cancerous vehicle
spent all your money on accident
with pin pads and plastic transactions
and the doctor seats you in a booth
puts a stop watch in plain view
says you're the healthiest he's seen all day
the whole time he looked away
he said there's no cure just precaution
so all of a sudden you're an arson
head full of nothing
body shatter in the rain
lungs snatch for oxygen
waste minimum wage on a lunch break
obsessed with communication
attention span lies terminal in the hospice losing patience
these are the ruins of precaution
sleeping like a brown mouse in a barn
dreaming of the owl and his arms