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Going Out of Business

by Dryjacket

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1.
Joe Luck 04:25
Joe Luck Someone outta knock you down a couple of pegs. Have you heard what I said? They're gonna have to walk you out. You opened your mouth, what was that all about? Now you can't leave. I could write them an angry letter. Making things just a little better mimics loose change that's in my pocket: nearly useless and inconvenient. Sometimes half-mast is too high. I drive and get only red lights. Someone outta knock you down a couple of flights. You've avoided this fight. Then they outta steal your crown, divide the wealth, spread it amongst ourselves. How will it end? If my place goes up in flames it will last for several days, but it's okay. Rectified through insurance claims. All friends and family swarm to the front lawn as we keep warm by the fire, with no desire to move on. If my place goes up in flames they'll extinguish it the same day, but that is okay. I don't need its contents anyway. My friends and family ignore. It's just me trying to keep warm on the front lawn. Everything I had is gone. Someone outta knock you down, but I don't have the strength to make it so. Someone outta steal your crown and spread the wealth divide amongst ourselves. Wish someone would have let me know they replaced the "bad" in front of luck with "Joe."
2.
Cattle Catcher You can't tell, but there is yelling in my head to leave immediately. Help me I can't win. My social tolerance is weakening this evening. I'm leaving. We recollect in the backyard discussing car phones and VCR's. Soon we shall suffer the same fate. Several years pass then we're obsolete. But I'm glad, yeah my life expectancy is looking low. I'll die this time tomorrow. Or I'll stay, I couldn't care less either way. Well I'm here aren't I? This is the part where I fall down, pick myself up and turn this life around. Or I could sleep on the train tracks. The cattle catcher will cut me in half. We reconvene in the backyard asking each other how we are.
3.
Cease & Decease I was this close to getting what I need the most. Then the phone rang, arrangements already began. It's nearly been a year you don't have to mourn anymore. You can let go but I'm not so sure. The ones that you held dear, these aren't your friends anymore. You can move pass like you've done before. Who am I to say decisions that you made turned out to be okay? The ones that blaze the trail merely trekked along parallel. They're ambitious but afraid to fail. Initials in the pavement, chisel off and save them or forget. Who am I to say decisions that you made turned out to be okay? This is a courtesy reminder to save a seat incase you die first. This is a courtesy reminder that our survival set on timers. Though "to die for" is just figure of speech, what we live for is always out of reach. If it's man-made how is it sacred? It's all man-made. Nothing is sacred. (voicemail) "Hey Joe, I'm out here in front of a boyscouts of America. There's a bunch of hillbillies in pick-up trucks. Not sure what it is they're doing they look a little old to be boyscouts. Anyway uh when you get this message give me a holla."- Darryl Phillips
4.
Intexticated 03:27
Intexticated I think I’m finally convinced that no one exists in person anymore, but I can still feel your fingertips and the beating in my chest. So now we’re both just pictures and words, both patiently awaiting turns, hoping for the space to close, to start debating if the feeling’s worse. It just takes a little push.  If you can’t seem to slow it down, who’s gonna have to drag you out? Cemented in the ground with your wrists and ankles bound. Do you know something I don’t? Have we been missing out, in your search for substance now? You know just where I am, I’ll give you everything I can now I’m only rolling over to stop the glow that doesn’t know it’s for the best. Can’t we all sleep tonight without the everlasting light? We could’ve done without this for years and yet we never seem to get it right. It just takes a little push. If you can’t seem to slow it down, who’s gonna have to drag you out? Cemented in the ground with your wrists and ankles bound. Do you know something I don’t? Have we been missing out, in your search for substance now? I’m not handling this any better than you are. Let’s just forget or one of us is bound to hit send. 
5.
Icicle Pyramid Everyone is asleep. I'm delivering the news to them at 4:00 A.M. seven days a week. 6:00 A.M. rolls around as I leave the town. It's a pyramid and I only fit at the bottom of it. Just like a damp cloth hidden beneath the sink, you keep me in the dark until it's convenient. Everyone is awake. Go about their day with the photographs. As they smile and laugh I don't understand. Just as a damp cloth trying its best to retain, I do more harm than good ring me out again and again. I don't know how long that this can go on. Well, I don't think it's worth it. Just give our lives to work isn't really working. Furthermore, how can this be worth it? It's so far from perfect. Well, I need a vacation. Can't differentiate these weekdays and the weekends. I implore, pinch me if I'm dreaming hit me if I'm screaming. I don't know how long, that this can go on. Something must be wrong, I cannot feel calm.
6.
Decommissioned In 3 Hey. Who put the wind in your sails? Who could be responsible for filling your head with fictional pride? Everyone here’s doing alright. Nobody minds your aging out. Would you be inclined to take some time off? Cause that would be convenient for all of us. Honestly some helpful critique can be nice, but the more you preach the less they’ll all take your advice. Hey. Who put the wind in your sails? Who could be responsible for filling your head with fictional pride? Everyone here’s doing alright. Nobody minds your aging out. All things aside please take this time off. Maybe not forever, though forever seems enough. You tell me, what do you need to feel fulfilled. If the slate was clean would you take the time to rebuild again? I know you felt the wait of our eyes and you tried everything you could to be nice. We were waiting on your heart to ignite, cause it was just a matter of time. It was a matter of time. No one’s waiting on you.  
7.
S U R F P A R T Y U S A Sitting in my car in the driveway, pulled in hours ago. Thinking on where things went wrong and sister I don't know. I don't know. I'm sitting in my car in the driveway, my hands at ten and two. I'd like to go inside and lie down but mother I can't move. Although I never really like the things I know I should but just because it's loud doesn't make it good. Now I start confessing when addressing a crowd. If what you say is great you shouldn't have to say it so loud. You could just calm down now. No.
8.
Toynbee 03:24
Toynbee Don't you have enough? What do you still want from us? Keep your hands apart this man needs an introduction still. Always cold, paint on all my clothes, eating dinner over the stove alone. It's about time that I go out although I rarely leave the house. Though I don't need much I can never have enough. Wake, then work, then break. Remain unappreciated still. But who knows? Maybe I'll win big. Scratching my way into retirement, but I doubt that it'll work out. Why in the hell would things work out? Where is halfway? (I don't see it). This may be my last year. (I can feel it). Just know if I strike then I'll strike hard. If this is a contest may I be disqualified? I don't wanna hurt you badly. You got me once. I let it slide, but won't a second time.
9.
Pass Through the Night We step down off the porch and push through the screen door. An exchange of the keys though our eyes never meet. You take the car I can’t make the drive, we’ve got a long way to go to pass through the night. You alone will have to make this work before we ramp off a turn and sail off the side of the road. Plummeting towards the earth, there’s no fear left in our eyes. This is probably gonna hurt. We’ve been desensitized. You take the car I can’t make the drive, we’ve got a long way to go to pass through the night. Falling rocks will proceed at the same rate of speed. They looked still in the air before all disappeared. You said you weren’t surprised at all that there was no one around to help us pass on. There was nothing more beyond the fog, apart from the base of the cliff to help catch our fall. If I dive down how far will I get, if I try now off a single breath? If I run out how long do I get until you doubt that I can’t help open my mouth? We were running out of reasons to stay. We’re better off if you don’t ask me to wait. We were running out of reasons to stay. Concluding you were right the entire time.   We step down off the porch and pass through the screen door. An exchange of the keys though our eyes never meet.
10.
My New Favorite Restaurant Sucks Stop that useless noise. Taking the waves leaves us no choice. "But what about the ones who tried so hard?" You burn their fuel tanks and leave them charred. Be not afraid. Heed what I say: the four of us are here to stay to right some wrongs, and write some songs. Just don't remove the neutral prong. So take this lying down or stand up and stand your ground. If I'm coming across mad it's only because I am. Four years headed south. Content puts a bad taste in our mouths. "But what about the ones who took your place?" We've got five fingers for their face. We can't be stopped. We won't be stopped. We'll torch your field and burn your crops. God forbid you do the right thing. This business rewards those who sin. If I'm coming across mad, you goddamn right I am. It's out of our hands.
11.
Salt Life 03:23
Salt Life I got a really funny feeling there's a party going on without me. All of my friends are in attendance, former lovers, and members of my family. But one day I'll die and I won't have to feel this. I got a feeling that I'm late because my friends are having kids and married. I'm approaching thirty and my act remains so dirty it's scary. And I'm so insecure funny at first but isn't anymore. Perpetual suffering while taking comfort in knowing: one day I'll die and I won't have to feel this. I got a feeling I'm miswired, one minute I'm tired next I'm manic. Drop me in a social situation sit back and watch me panic. So when breathing becomes a chore substances help but they are not the cure. If you catch me smiling, there's only one thing that I'm thinking: one day I will die and I won't have to feel this.

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released April 17, 2020

Recorded by Eric McNelis
Album Art by David Garren
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