comeover comeover She smiled

Blue sky stained grey from smoke.
Every backyard this afternoon
A fence containing barefoot children
A grill filled with meats
A patio…
From the speaker I carry with me everywhere
Comes sounds from twenty years past.
Smoke clouds surround
     “Have you heard ‘Trainspotting’?” she asks, billowing Camel smoke.
     “No, but I’ve read it.”
     She pulls a CD from her hemp purse, slides it in, skips to thirteen.
     “Just listen.”
     We drive south, to a campground where everyone awaits.
     We’ve beers and whiskeys and wines in the trunk.
     Summer sun falls to our right and, if you don’t know,
     Summer suns in Kansas City melt your mind and your face.
     She is barefoot always and sunlight spills into her lap.
     My car is a failure and insufficient in every way except its stereo
     So this is what she shares with me:
     A song
     This song
Here now with me
Me with spatula in hand, overlooking smoke and fire and flesh
Looking out over other backyards with baseball-capped men
And pony-tailed women and smiling, bouncing, barefoot children, all possibilities laid out on the trim, green lawn before them.
     Synths
     Drums
     Voice an instrument
     I’m no longer driving but being driven
     Being driven into a future frustrated by a stale, ignorant history.
     Still sunlight spills into her lap and she dances as fresh as she can when contained by a torn, bucket seat
     “Don’t you love it? I knew you’d love it.”
     She knew I’d love it, knew I’d love barreling down a two-lane highway to nowhere, really,
     But rather to everyone we knew at that time.
     Eighty-five miles-per-hour driving rhythms in my ears,
     Driving lyrics in my brain,
          Let your feelings slip boy but never your mask boy
     To everyone who cheered us as heroes when the alcohol arrived,
          Shouting lager lager lager lager
     To everyone who ran through the campground fields, barefoot and wasted,
     To everyone, everyone, passing out in lawn chairs by the quiet lake,
Some of them in backyards of their own.
Some of them heating dead animals for food.
Some of them lost in songs from twenty years ago.
Some of them remembering barefoot children stomping through the naked grass.

comeover comeover She smiled

Listen of the Week: David Bazan

Blanco, by David Bazan

From Pedro the Lion’s Control to Strange Negotiations, Bazan has proven himself a master storyteller through his songs, so it’s no surprise that he continues his craftsmanship on this latest album. Blanco’s most notable difference from other Bazan collections is its sound, which is primarily composed of samples and keyboards. But while fans anticipating the usual rock aesthetic may be disappointed to hear the synthetic wash of “Little Motor” or the programmed drums from “Oblivion,” there are plenty of traditional elements if one listens closely.

http://exclaim.ca/music/article/david_bazan-blanco

Listen of the Week: David Bazan

Friday Lyrics Mash: Fireworking for the Weekend

Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
It’s always been inside of you, you, you
You better start from the start
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe
Everyone’s hoping it’ll all work out
You better start from the start
‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework

Baby, you’re a firework
C’mon baby, let’s go
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
And when it’s time you’ll know
Baby, you’re a firework

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?
You don’t have to feel like a wasted space
Everyone’s wondering will you come out tonight
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
Everyone’s trying to get it right, get it right
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Everyone’s waiting to hold you out
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

You want to be in the show?
You want to be in the show?
Come on, let your colors burst
‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
And now it’s time to let it through-ough-ough
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
You want to be in the show?

Everybody’s going off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You better start from the start
Everyone’s watching to see what you will do
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe
Everybody’s working for the weekend

Everyone’s looking at you, oh
‘Cause there’s a spark in you
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe
You want a piece of my heart?
You want to be in the show?
Come on, let your colors burst
C’mon baby, let’s go
Just own the night like the 4th of July
C’mon baby, let’s go

You want a piece of my heart?
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
If you only knew what the future holds
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Everyone’s looking to see if it was you
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You want a piece of my heart?

Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
C’mon baby, let’s go
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Everyone wants you to come through
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
Just own the night like the 4th of July
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re original, cannot be replaced
Hey!

Everybody wants a new romance
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
You better start from the start
Everybody’s working for the weekend
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

You want a piece of my heart?
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Everybody’s going off the deep end
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Everybody wants a new romance, hey yeah
Screams but no one seems to hear a thing

Friday Lyrics Mash: Fireworking for the Weekend

With Streets Like Arms to Hold Us Tight and Never Let Go

Like a lover during make-up sex,
I enter this city aroused and angry
with something to prove.

I grab it by its gray hair,
pull its big head close to my mouth.

Into this city’s ears I whisper filthy things like:
“Your infrastructure is crumbling,” and
“Your politicians are corrupt,” and
“Your schools have lost accreditation,” and
“Who do you work for? Say their name. Say it.”

And oh! how this city takes every bit then
gives it back to me with an always-increasing exuberance,
beaming bedlamite, crooked teeth and all.

With Streets Like Arms to Hold Us Tight and Never Let Go

Nothing Makes Sense Except the Light in Your Eyes

your worm tongue burrows
into my loamy brain
fertilizing, making
porous and loose
my thinking

your dance body slithers
around my unlimber limbs
jazzercising, shaking
source to juice
my muscle twitch

your market breath crawls
into my lucid lungs
advertising, taking
course to noose
my hemoglobin

we are pioneers
     in bioamorology,
endeared
     to tender flesh

Nothing Makes Sense Except the Light in Your Eyes

Listen of the Week: ANOHNI

Hopelessness, by ANOHNI

Hopelessness is a wholly electronic album that puts ANOHNI in the role of beleaguered revolutionary. The album’s 11 tracks cast a wide net, taking on topics such as drone warfare, climate change, criminal execution, the failures of representational government, and — more pointedly — the failure of the Obama administration. It’s both a thrilling record and an occasionally confounding one; a statement that often invokes tightly controlled rage as a means of slapping the listener out of what one imagines has become our collective stupor. In short, it’s a protest record.

 
http://www.spin.com/2016/05/review-anohni-hopelessness/

Listen of the Week: ANOHNI

Friday Lyrics Mash: Baby Got Back in Black

Yes I’m back well I’m back
I won’t cuss or hit ya
And tell you that the butt ain’t gold
Yes I’m back in black
And I pull up quick to get wit ’em
And kick them nasty thoughts
‘Cause I’m long, and I’m strong
Yes I’m back in black
Baby got back!
Yes I’m back in black

She looks like one of those rap guys’ girlfriends
A lot of simps won’t like this song
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang
I been too long I’m glad to be back
Take the average black man and ask him that
Cause I’m back on the track and I’m beatin’ the flack
So Cosmo says you’re fat
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Well I’m back
Back, (I’m back)
And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’

Shake that healthy butt!
Cut loose from the noose
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Cause I’m back
I like big butts and I can not lie
I want ’em real thick and juicy
In a bang with the gang
Well I’m back in black
Back in black I hit the sack
Tell ’em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Well I’m back, I’m back
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring

Baby got back!
Back, (I’m back)
Well I’m back back
Baby got back!
Well I’m back back
Well I’m back yes I’m back
Yes I’m back in black
Well I’m back in black
Baby got back!
Back in black

Now here’s my scandal
I keep looking at the sky cause it’s gettin’ me high
My homeboys tried to warn me
I’m tired of magazines
Till the break of dawn

Yes I am

Yes I am

Yes I am

Friday Lyrics Mash: Baby Got Back in Black

Like a Good Bonfire, Leave No Trace of Yourself

You were on fire
Acid-washed Wranglers® smoldering
And this isn’t a metaphor

But you were on fire
Having just plowed
Through the camp’s only light

Then you were on fire
Muddy, brown VTGs melting
Southern Comfort, Corn Nuts on your breath

And you were on fire
Marshmallow screams
Flesh charred and flaking

You were bright fire
And those still awake
Watched from their lawn chairs
Having no gumption
To smother you to safety

Like a Good Bonfire, Leave No Trace of Yourself

You can now order Joe’s KC BBQ online and have it delivered anywhere in the country — Sneakhype

If you’re not from Kansas City or just haven’t ever experienced some of the best BBQ in the country, then you’re now in luck. Joe’s KC will send you their high-quality BBQ ingredients to make some of their best dishes at home. Whether you want their classic Z-Man sandwich or just some good ol’ ribs, […]

via You can now order Joe’s KC BBQ online and have it delivered anywhere in the country — Sneakhype

You can now order Joe’s KC BBQ online and have it delivered anywhere in the country — Sneakhype