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Midnight Silent Crush

by Rupert Angeleyes

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1.
Welcome to my lonesome bedroom Home of morbid views and fear of flues I penned a poem covered in you name Wearing the lipstick you though you threw away On Halloween, you made out with me You were in character, you were very drunk Now I'm picking paint off your window pane because I'm all alone and your not wearing any clothes
2.
Police sirens Made their mating call Retrieving my teen-aged head From a lust-filled fog Handcuffs scratched my wrists As I kneeled on the asphalt Half-asleep and shirtless, You watched from you bedroom uninvolved They drove me away in a police van Hopefully the searchlight didn't wake your cat The sheriff choked on his walkie talkie As he dreamed of a punch out sheet and some coffee I thought of a Valentine's treat As I carved your name on the backseat Deep in sleep And between your sheets A serpent found you On a picnic in a dream He ate your cupcakes and stained your jeans Unforgiving fingers strangled him till he turned green He coughed up blood and a wedding ring And a pair of Chickadees serenaded in a tree The green grass turned to warm concrete And you didn't notice till your legs were knee-deep When the concrete found your tan lines it felt like sitting in a church where they served fake wine.
3.
Intermission 02:32
4.
This jail cell Has a morgue-esque tone The toilet's full Of tears for you My heartless Lunch was cold But on my pillow Laid a letter from you My lawyer said I'll soon leave this place Because there's no evidence for a court case I held a veil To my cheek As I read your speech Vacant and brief Between remarks I tasted punch And beach-side brunch On our honeymoon Hand me my flashlight I'm heading to your place Just in time for the holiday
5.
That silly county cop Dropped me off on your block Resuming my post on your lawn With thorns behind my ears And a pocket full of beers I saw you sucking on a burn on your thumb Oysters, chocolates, and hors d'oeuvres Dripped out your house in a hearse I thought that romantic dinner was mine You must have known that I was coming So I brushed the dirt off of me As I strutted towards your porch That's when I hybrid arrived Pulling silent on your drive And out walked some mysterious guy I licked my lips I licked my teeth I saw him kiss you On the cheek I jumped back in the bushes Squeezed my hands into a fist
6.
You and that's relationship Was soon spiked with bad intention I went to the YMCA And signed up for swimming lessons We were in the same class I wanted him for a friend Slowly as the weeks passed I lured him into the deep end We always had bouts of small talk Every morning as we stretched I suggested we meet up For karaoke that weekend I made him go on stage to sing And as he sang the Top Gun theme I pulled a pill out of my sleeve And slipped in his long island iced tea Your boyfriend's bad you need a savior Rat trap clap he'll meet his maker We left before the pill kicked in And I didn't tip the waiter I called up a prostitute Who owed me a favor I dragged him to a motel I ripped off his pants As she sat on his lap I took a photograph I charged room service on his tab Your boyfriend's bad you need a savior Rat trap clap he'll meet his maker
7.
The Sting 05:06
I confess last month's actions Have been lustful and unbridled I've got what I deserved Like an experienced pearl diver I'm in your house, I've touched your mouth My numbers on speed dial Your boyfriends gone, his picture's down Off of the kitchen island Speaking of pearl divers Islands, sunshine and black diamonds Our dates feel waterlogged You talk with goggles on your eyelids When you talk Your mouth's a cave with tiny tombstones hiding Like a tiger in a zoo Whose teeth fell out from never fighting I'm dumping you like a teenage slut And your make up's running like mud

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This album is supposed to be one story, but perhaps I made the lyrics too cryptic. I hope you can make sense of them.

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released July 7, 2009

Andrew Jansen played the keyboard and helped me lay down the basic tracks. Elliott Kozel helped me arrange it.
The secret song is by Tickle Torture. Thank you Phil for going to helping me cut out all the booklets.

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