Crashing

by Eliot Wilder

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He was saving his best lines for last
Just like money in the bank
He stood before us in his Sunday best
And said, I have you to thank
We took pictures
Of the people taking pictures
And posted them on the internet
And we believed like we always believed
But mostly we were all wet

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released March 9, 2016

Cover boy: Larry Kusnitt, whereabouts unknown

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Track Name: You'll Be on Your Way
You said that it was time
That you leave here
Got to be going
Be on your way
You said there's no reason to stay here
No point in stalling
No reason to delay

Time to call it and pull up your stakes
Time to sell all the crap
And clean your cupboards bare
Time to rid yourself of all your records
Box up your dishes
Empty the Frigidare

If I may say so
And I will
It's been a thrill
It's been a thrill

And yeah, oh, there's one more thing
One more thing I go to say
I love you
I love you
Though I know
You'll be on your way

You said that it was time for you to take stock
And see the world
From a new point of view
You said that it was time for you to find a new god
One that's not spiteful
One you won't wanna rue

If I may say so
And I might
Hope you win the fight
Hope you win the fight
Track Name: Three Minutes to Midnight
It's getting pretty late
Near the end of the day
Running out of options
And out of food
Better think up something quick
Better find an answer, yeah
Don't make no excuses, no
Or you'll be screwed
Quit dickin' around
You dig
Quit dickin' around
'Cause it's three minutes to midnight

It's getting pretty late
And the clock is a-tickin'
Your basement is flooded
And your house is sinking down
You're still up in your den
Fooling 'round with on your xbox
It's turned up so loud
It's all over town
Quit screwing around
You dig
Quit screwing around
'Cause it's three minutes to midnight

It's getting pretty late
Almost at the end of time
Stop all of your texting
And sit up straight
No this can't go on
This can't go on like this
Your god ain't gonna help you
Don't vacillate
Quit fucking around
You dig
Quit fucking around
'Cause it's three minutes to midnight
Track Name: Crashing
The slope was slippery
Made it easy to slide
So I slid, slid slid, slid down
On that ride
I went crashing, crashing, crashing
Down, down, down, down

The sky was filthy
So black with coal
So I dove, dove, dove down
A black hole

How far down will I go

The sea was choppy
Made it easy to drown
So I swam, swam, swam out
And then down
Track Name: Orphan
My mama she went to the river
And she stuck me in a little boat
Well my mama she went down to the river
And she watched me float, float away
I screamed, Hey Mama
I'm your baby
That's your little sobriquet

She said, I don't know ya
I don't love ya
You don't matter a jot to me
You're not my baby
Get outta here
You matter not to me

You're an orphan
You're an orphan
Yes you are
Can't you see

Yeah, I'm an orphan
I'm an orphan
Yeah, I'm an orphan
There is no one but me

My daddy he went down to the river
Just to see what was transpiring
Well my daddy he went down to the river
His brow was perspiring in a flood
I screamed, Hey Daddy
I'm your little buddy
I am your blood

He said, I don't want ya
I don't need ya
You don't matter a jot to me
You're not my little buddy
Get outta here
You matter not to me

You're an orphan
You're an orphan
Yes you are
Can't you see

Why oh why have you forsaken me
Why oh why have you abandoned me
Why did you bring me into this mean old world

All I wanted was a little attention
All I wanted was your love and attention
Why don't I matter a jot to you
Why don't I matter a lot to you
Track Name: Damned Old World
You struggle against the good
You struggle against the bad
And in the end you get nothing at all
And it makes you downright mad
Doesn't matter if you're right
Doesn't matter if you're wrong
There's always someone with more power and clout
That's the short and the long

You're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
You're damned if you do
You're damned, damned, damned

You kick against the righteous
You kick against the pricks
You go up against the sophisticates
And you go up against the hicks
Don't ya bother to even try
Don't ya bother to give a shit
Someone will always shut you down
That's the short and long of it

Yeah, it's a damned
It's a damned old world
Track Name: I'm Not Done With You Yet
So you think you're gonna get yourself away
From my cold hard hands so easily
So you think your gonna slip yourself away
From my iron-clad jail so weasily

Well I'm not done with you yet, little man
No I'm done with you yet
Well I'm not done with you yet, little man
Not even close you bet

So you think you got a pretty neat plan
For you to tunnel your way out to the other side
Well I don't mean to be a drag but let me say
That there is no good place for you to run and hide

So you think you're gonna bury me
Way out behind the fens deep in the elephant grass
Just know this that I will come back one day
And I am here to say I will kick your ass
Track Name: Inexplicable
This was your house
This was your home
Threw it away
For the unknown
What did you gain
Never made clear
You had it all
Have you no fear

Do what you do
Inexplicable
Nothing gets through
Inexplicable
True and untrue
Inexplicable you
Inexplicable

You had a wife
Chased her away
When I asked why, why
You could not say
Was it for love
Was it for change
Was it for naught
It's all so strange

Are you not scared
Precarious
I fear for you, yeah
Vicarious
Track Name: When We Was Young
We had us a pretty cool look
That no one else nailed
And anyone who dared to try
Epically failed
We ultra complicated
Quoted from Keats
Listened to Nick Drake records
Latter-day beats

We had it all
When we was young
We stood ten feet tall
When we was young
When we was young

Those were our glory days
That's back when we peaked
All of our wheels they turned
And none of them squeaked
We wrote our poetry
We challenged the norm
We lived by our chin-y, chin, chin
We weathered the storm

We were pretty fascinating
We would readily admit
And after all the years gone by
Not sure why we quit
Well we had the whole wide world
In the palm of our hands
From the comfort of our own backyard
To strangest of lands
Track Name: Makin' the Best of a Bad Situation
I can't make no headway
I can't get nowhere
No one I know is pulling for me
No, no
You know they just don't care

Makin' the best of a bad situation
Doin' the most that I can
Makin' the best of a bad situation
That's the plan, Stan

I can't get no satisfaction
I ain't no Rolling Stone
No, I can't get no girl reaction
I'm out here all alone

No one gives a whit
No one gives a shit

I can't recall my last good time
I only remember the rotten
You can call me a three-time loser
A lifetime misbegotten
Track Name: Fractured
He was saving his best lines for last
Just like money in the bank
He stood before us in his Sunday best
And said, I have you to thank
We took pictures of the people taking pictures
And posted them on the internet
And we believed like we always believed
But mostly we were all wet

Fractured, fractured

Well we trotted out all of our slogans
We scribbled them all over the sky
And you, you embodied the best of us
So bold, so brash, so sly
You would make us great once more
That's what told us time and again
We haven't be great in a long, long time
Not great since way back when

You had all the money in the whole wide world
And you liked to spend it wildly
You talked about all your accomplishments
You loved yourself to put it mildly
Yeah, you had power and you had wealth
You owned half of New York City
You showered yourself in sycophants
And your girlfriend sure was pretty