Bardamu

by Mike Huguenor

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released August 1, 2012

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Track Name: Agues
When I picked myself up off the bathroom floor I was
still shaking with agues and unsure
of how to push myself
through the indignities of the day.
So I went back into the kitchen,
where my friend from the previous night was still drinking,
and with his glassy eyes and glass in hand he turned to me to say:

THIS HAPPENS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER

And in the cruel daylight
we moved to different rhythms, to fight different fights.
I was looking for a job that I didn’t want,
he was looking for some kind of grave to haunt.
And when I got that job it nearly tore me apart:
I WAS DESPERATE FOR A DIFFERENT WAY.
But the truth springs from that awful place in your heart
that wakes you in the night to say:

THIS HAPPENS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER
ITS NEVER OVER UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD.

When I laid back down on the bathroom floor I was
still shaking with agues and unsure.
Track Name: Great Plans!
Oh, I’ve got some great plans
that will never come to fruition.
Yeah, I’ve got some great plans
that will never see the light of day.
I could make you change the way you see
if I could only see it through—
and I’m not talking about the Petrarchan “you.”

You’d be surprised what you could find if you opened your eyes under a broken porchlight
sputtering its conversation poorly,
as we stagger through the days inside this purchasable world filled with earthly delights.
And, yeah, I’m fucking talking to you.

Oh, but I’ve got some great plans!
Oh yeah, I’ve got some great plans!
You’re gonna love these great plans!
I’ve got so many great plans!
Track Name: Montreal
I don’t want to leave
Montreal,
because there is
nothing waiting for me at home anymore.
No, I don’t want to leave
Montreal,
because there is
nothing waiting for me at home anymore.

I’d like a drink, but I’ve already been drinking.

I slipped down the stairs to wander where
to wonder where to wander next.
At the end of the night there’s a day that looks
a lot like the one that you just left.

I’d like some hope, but I’ve ALREADY BEEN HOPING.
Track Name: Bourgeois Food Culture
Waiting on the line,
static like smoke hanging in my ear.
And it never takes much time

at all
for me to just want to
disappear.

And like bourgeois food culture and
furniture stores,
it always succeeds in making me wish that I had
never been born.

Waiting on the line,
tethered to a point out in the darkness.
And I’ve been groping, blind,
and feeling out the grooves
IN THE MIDNIGHT CLOAK ROOM OF THE HEARTLESS.

And like bourgeois food culture and
furniture stores,
it always succeeds in making me wish that I had
never been born.

I’ve been born, I’ve been bored, I’ve been born, I’ve been bored.
Track Name: The Silver Sword
Put one balloon inside of another.
Put one balloon inside of another.
They’re going to feel you when you step inside,
but pretend it’s my hands on your thighs and
put one balloon inside of another.

Cause I’ve got this recurring dream where I’m staring
at the blade of the guillotine as it comes down,

So we’re gonna split these drugs
and we’re gonna let them take us home.
We’re gonna split these drugs
and we’re gonna go home.

I wish, I wish, I wish
that I could stay alive just long enough
to see the warden’s face when he finds me.
Yeah, I wish, I wish, I wish
that I could stay alive just long enough
to see the warden’s face when the trusty finds me.

Cause the barking from the muzzles of the firing squad
can’t touch your heart if we’re already gone,

So we’re gonna split these drugs
and we’re gonna let them take us home.
Yeah, we’re gonna split these drugs
and we’re gonna go home.

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