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And How!

by Minor Poet

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1.
Plot Devices 03:21
Separating what you want and what you need Count the seconds we arrive until we leave I toss pennies in the fountain of your grief I blow dust in your eyes to keep your arms out of reach Separating how I hunt and how I feed Crouching quiet in the bushes while you speak I plant seeds in your head, watch them spring up to life Harvest in the home, under pale moonlight Can’t you see the plot devices, in the stories I tell to justify My incessant need to compromise. Ill disappear if I self-actualize any further Separating every word from what it means You interpret my intentions as you please I’ve been learning languages you don’t know I’ve been hiding messages underneath of your nose Separating superstitions from beliefs We collectively, unconsciously agree I was in the mirror stage, reading palms for my pay Patterns in the tea that you threw in my face When the sun shines down on the nothing new You know I’m only trying to have a little fun with you For lack of anything that I’d rather do You know I’m only trying to have a little fun with you
2.
River Days 03:06
Here comes your river days, here comes your afternoon gin-and-tonic haze Here comes your grow-your-beard-out-and-stop-trying phase It’s a miracle you even know your name Here comes the third world war, you swear it’s happening outside of your door Here comes the woman you love But she’ll never be more It’s a miracle she even knows your name You know there’s no point in trying To get off your island There’s nowhere to go And now you realize the earth is a circle A permanent ripple There’s never been more Than just the river flowing, Slowly filling your brain Here comes your river days, here comes your season of perpetual waste Here comes your throw-the-baby-out-with-the-bathwater phase It’s a miracle you even know your name Here comes the gattling gun, hits like a feeling that you’ll never outrun Here comes the woman you love, loose from the web you spun It’s a miracle she even knows your name
3.
Trying to make sense of Samuel Beckett Or my third time trying to start Infinite Jest In the Japanese gardens at the art museum I’m distracted by the patterns on your dress I seem to always be looking through the window Waiting for the hard rain, predicted by my Iphone So I can cancel all my plans Judith beheading Holofernes Tattooed on my girlfriend’s back I watch her lotus flower sprawled out on the bed Writing her thesis on the things that I lack
4.
If our words came to life We would string them up like lights Overhead, of our bed, To cure the nagging sense of dread If our wrongs turned to rights We would build a holy shrine For the games that we play Ceremonious and staid I love the doors that lead to corners of your mind I love the citronella bonfire in your eyes (In your eyes) a ballet, The Balanchine serenade Til they roll back inside Protect a fleeting sense of pride If our souls turn away And it’s us that they betray May they find what they seek In all the trails of fever dreams
5.
Two games of Sudoku later Its only 12 o’clock What was it I said I’d do today? I’ve already forgot I put a Neil Young record on And float along the lazy river What was it I said I’d do today? I’ve already forgot Enlightenment is the realization, on my cigarette break That nothing ever changes Enlightenment is my first clear thought, at the bottom of a two dollar coffee cup When will the next one come? Two lonely games of solitaire later I only seem to lose Who was it I said I be today? As if I ever choose I put an Alfred Hitchcock film on And give in to my introspective nature Who was it I said I’d be today, as if I ever choose Enlightenment is a destination That I’ve never been before I found the brochure on your floor
6.
Remembering the time you went and tore down all the curtains and cried “Mirror, mirror on the wall, please break your glass to catch my fall cause I’m the last to know.” “Why would you even try to give me hope?” I escaped into the backyard and I had a smoke to calm me down When I heard you smashing plates against the wall In your Chinese silk red robe singing, “I’m the last to know, why would you even try to give me hope?” And just like Evelyn McHale, you never looked so peaceful ‘til you fell through the air And left him walking in circles round Meadow Park Waiting on a ghost that would haunt his heart And just before the moment you hit Time expands and traps you in an infinite split That leaves him walking in circles round Meadow Park Waiting on a ghost that would haunt his heart He never truly understood, the way the colors changed every time that he looked At the photo of you sitting on a bench in Meadow Park Waiting on a ghost that would haunt your heart He bows his head in silent relief And gives into the schaudenfraude of penitent priests That saw you sitting on a bench in Meadow Park Waiting on a ghost that would haunt your heart
7.
I was lying when I told you That everything was good, I was doing fine I prefer to be obtuse in my absent excuse For the feelings that I can’t describe See I was fully formed when I crawled out Of prehistoric holes in your subconscious mind Stare into the void til it stares back And shows us something there we don’t want to find We wait for nothing to happen Why disrupt the illusion of balance? Confuse conviction with action Why disrupt the illusion of balance? I called you Kafkaesque but that failed to impress you You just laughed and said I used the word wrong There’s a poorly shuffled deck that you tied ‘round my neck It grips me tighter as you drag me along See I was fully formed when I jumped out of Helicopters circling round the damage below Stare into the void til it stares back And shows us something there we don’t want to know
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9.
Vertigo 02:12
You wear all your pearls To the “end of the world” themed party at Suzanne’s Who swears that her girls Were probably switched out at birth In a cruel game of chance But every time I turn my head too fast The room starts spinning By the time it comes back to a stop I’ve lost the meaning It’s just a little bit of vertigo Welling up inside of me It’s just a little bit of vertigo And I think it’ll never leave Jimmy and Kim ran away on a whim And got married at the beach We stood in the sand and you had one in the hand Worth two, so to speak
10.
You appeared in a dream And sang an unfamiliar hymn It was soft and sweet It’s a pity I won’t remember it Oh no Tell me how high will your garden grow We spread your ashes in the sea And sang an unfamiliar hymn It was soft and sweet It’s a pity you were not there to hear it You appeared in a dream And told me not to be afraid Cause in the belly of the beast There’s a coat of arms you carved into its veins
11.
Lillian, the rose of my lifetime I bring you the spoils of my heart Suffering with your suffragette heroes And studying the meaning of art I knew I had to have you from the start It’s safe to say, by now I’m falling apart Lillian, the clichés abound In the story of the first time we met I saw you reading murakami in the café and snickering at my shortness of breath Well I guess that’s how these things tend to get It’s safe to safe to say, by now there’s nothing left Alone with you, or alone by myself A point of view comes into focus when I get Alone with you, a sensation that I crash into Why won’t you let me be? Love is for the birds

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released August 25, 2017

Album written, performed, and recorded by Andrew Carter. Recorded in summer, 2016, in a makeshift basement studio
Mixed by Alex de Jong
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side
Photography by Kathryn Carney

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