Good Friend Electrical

by Ancient History

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03:42
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03:48
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released January 14, 2017

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Track Name: Generator
From this generator I see it all:
car windows no one knows who broke.
When I left the comfort of the patio
you emerged out of the smoke.
You'd taken all the ribbons from your coat.
Triple-digit summers in the practice room,
from the this generator I reminisce.
When a windy day took the PA to the concrete
you pinned another ribbon to your chest
and took a drag from your jazz cigarette.
Track Name: Dirty Floor
Ready and able under the table,
down in the Rabbit Club, on a habit.
Streetlight and snowfall, back to the brick wall.
"Your friends are waiting," you were explaining.
My whole body loves this dirty floor.
My memory loves your body more.
All things in time. Girl, it's such a fine world.
Up on the Westside Box by your bedside.
My whole body loves this dirty floor.
My memory loves your body more.
Track Name: Pico & Grand
Not a thing to wear. Thought you didn't care.
All the people there felt so far away.
Took a taxi cab to Pico and Grand.
You're a little mad, but it goes away.
California air and no idea where
he is taking you. Gotta pay the fare.
In the backseat there is no beat.
Listen to the street like you always do.
And so, (Tomorrow's Saturday)
I know, (a meter click away)
where the day went
and why you spent so many hours below.
Track Name: Last of You
Baby, I don't feel like a man in the morning.
The woman I want is not the woman next to me.
Baby, don't you worry. Why would you ever worry?
I will take you in and you will shut me down
whenever you're in town
in your wedding gown.
Have they seen the last of you?
Is everything ending? Is it already over?
Am I sleeping in the car. I am parked on the shoulder.
No colder than it ever was.
We could on a rooftop, could be staring across
all the neighborhoods we lived in before they got lost.
That's the price you pay. That's the cost.
Have they seen the last of you?
Track Name: Prairie
You stood in every prairie, you stayed out every night.
You ate your poisoned berries knowing you would not survive,
but aren't you happy now? It's good to be alive.
You found your perfect body and made a fire in the pines.
Burned your winter clothing knowing you would not survive,
but aren't you happy now? It's good to be alive.
You walked down in the valley, you sharpened all your knives.
Stabbed them in your belly knowing you would not survive,
but aren't you happy now? It's good to be alive.
Track Name: Spanish Prayer Candles
Laura, I'm in my new place,
smoking on the fire escape,
and I really want to love you,
but people come and they go.
I hear voices down below.
Old men argue in the snow
and Laura, I've been working
for the devil every day.
I'll recite the same few lines
for the hundred-millionth time.
Track Name: Anhatta Poly
Sam's old apartment was gutted. Alarms went off
inside the station across from the location.
She knows the regulars, the residents, the Deathkillers.
Everybody saw you there, now everybody knows you're alive.
They saw you as you drove away, now everybody knows you can drive.
An upside-down exit sign and some girl from Texas I
washed in the rain on the frame of a diesel truck.
Everybody saw you there, now everybody know you're a mess.
They smell the alcohol in your hair. They saw the blood on your dress.
Track Name: Stripmall Karate
Jameson gave me a couple timbales a couple of birthdays back,
now they're banging around in the backseat. The Liberty Lady
has her back turned. She turned her back on me.
I see her fade away in the rearview. I try to adhere to
a series of checkpoints. A series of rolled joints, hotel in New Jersey
and I locked the keys in the van in Virginia. Well,
happy to be here, but I never could not look back.
I'm on track and I can hear the freight train.
Down by the water I saw your father. The night that we went back
and tracked down the spare key, made it look easy.
Memory had recorded the sound of the windows
breaking as we ran off. I remember the smell of the carpet burning.
Worked for a sad man that could not walk four blocks.
He talks with such violence. He thought that it made sense,
He may know the business but he won't be laughing,
dying alone, not a picture around him.
A twentieth-century fox on the skyline, she only sleeps naked.
I know I'm right this time, MTA Incorporated.
A $29.99 room out in western Texas, Potter County.
Don't say you're sorry for nothing, not holes in the ceiling.
Well, down by the water I saw our daughter.
Track Name: Maravilla
I wave to Maravilla every time I drive by.
I roll by the corner where the old woman died.
Nobody was thinking she spent the day drinking til she floated away.
High up in the cheap seats watching them build
houses up the mountains and resort hotels.
We could never figure out
why anyone would ever want to come to this place.
The lady yells, "Jehovah!" at a quarter to five.
On a bridge above the freeway but we are looking alive
and making copies of the night before.
I wave to Maravilla every time I come back.
Her bedroom window is still painted black.
We could never figure out
why anyone would ever want to stay in this place.