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wandernaut
02:42
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the car is all
the car is all i’m saying
the car is all
the car is all i’m saying
the car turns you into my child
the car turns me into your father
high towers tiny towers on the farm
tiny towers high towers on the farm
shady white windmills wither the eye
the car turns the clouds into a lampshade
conversation i had a dream at six
conversation i had a dream at six
a room full of imaginary women
mom made me promise not to dream about it
security feature food coloring
security feature color on the brain
a child is the ghostliest stranger of all
i became a ghost on purpose
i’m a liar
i’m a liar
i have lied
i am the car
i am the car is all i’m saying
not even like
i am the car is all i’m saying
i feel every bird
i feel every word
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
if that’s all i can do right now it’ll be all i’ll do
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who's julian?
03:18
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sleep in a bone tree winter
my bones are blinking scaffolds
stood very close to a big screen
lights in the eyes of pavements
bored straight thru by
thunder drifting in from uncanny far
red-ribbed in the eyes i’m astonished out
i perversify i keep all i find
both pretend to try and i’m really trying
but i’m really trying
but i’m really trying
stars throw gold over a spherical bridge
test the strength of the invisible springs
raise the lampshade high something in me died
both pretend to try and i’m really trying
but i’m really trying
but i’m really trying
combine piles
dark upon dark
one color
the self seen in lacquer
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dawn boy
02:35
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i had a problem but it worked itself out
now my mind is empty like a mouth
where are all the people?
where did my power go?
reflections dance across the screen
i had a dream i laid awake all night
and nothing happened when i flipped the light
my friends were numerous
as shadows from the ceiling fan
starlight spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
i felt them watch me as i left
i cracked a window with my breath
not a word was said to me
laughter from behind the door
i pass the belfry on my left
the wind is high for miles around
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icing
02:53
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several years of this limb’s
weakness of the woken
shaped a mouth of icing
tubing on the table
watered several flowers
waited several hours
youngish on a night cruise
sight worn down to see thru
i have spent some hours
meeting my position
gift for replication
gift for reproduction
several are the gifts to friends of enemies of ours
papers on the lion but he’s not seen in the wild
never time for Julian to make his frightful noise
my claws will fade into my skin
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bell town
03:34
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i am for whom the handrail strikes its note
kicking lollipops into the street
watching sunlight climb the bedroom
i’m the projection of a famous sound
cumulative wisdom has drowned out
with the proper way to speak my name
well wishers crowd the door that leads outside
dagger games in limbo on the roof
vacant windows fading into sight
i do not pretend that there is nothing left to do
and if i were you i would be tired of me too
every time i tell myself i’m thru with being dumb
i can’t open my grapefruit cause i chewed up my thumb
i paint the cloud’s eye
he’s not your friend he’s mine
i spin the wheel
was he the cloud
who bade the age go by?
i commit the sin of envy just by waking up
laughing at old photographs is just like growing up
just like growing up
i do not have a body or a mind
i am knots that perish in the sun
let me in the shade of your white van
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the fall of truth upon days
the cock transposes his faith
my dogs are lost by this moon
the fall of truth upon days
the fall of truth upon days
the call of fruit to the plate
the basket worn as a cap
family will leave you to its mysteries
for all the proof i’ve kept faith
wandered the block seeking sleep
the fall of truth upon days
the wind in the window brace
found the proof to spite my faith
the crabapples in the street
the fall of truth upon days
floor salad broken leaves cigarettes
rap a tear-stained knuckle on a rusty iron tabletop
blue as autumn’s distant wish
a clue to autumn’s distant wish
stars let the airplanes
wear their costumes on purpose
stars use the mountain
the worthless show’s left its trace
the fall of truth upon days
necrotic wits painted red
red ghost of an apple
painted over window clanks
fall wind bright wind orange wind
newly serene dog’s face blinks
sure i’ve met him
the leaves of rich uncertainty
have found their way to tumble in
the leaves of rich uncertainty
have found their way to tumble in
tumble in
the fall of truth upon days
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it bothers me so
that my guitar
is not my weapon
or my reason
now that master’s fed
to his machine
let me run my tongue
along the edge
it can’t be sure not here
there’s papers on the lion
but he’s not seen in the wild
rustling thru my blue and yellow page
whispers on the lake wind leaves
trees
“please”
if i learn your song
which door will close?
all i’ve done for love
used against you?
throw my voice into
your words i’ve traced
brandishing the sound
of flights of birds
crabapple tree
ghost in the street
don’t you see me?
don’t you?
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up your gravel path at my back
i could turn either way to see you
faith a wave a new urgency
with all the etiquette of a chair at a party
rise o moon in your beard of fog
couch cushion crystal light
turned away from you in your sleep
tho it seems to radiate everywhere
pulse and flash recede with a turn
big midnight parking lot the sky
moon glare flutes like blue bottle glass
tho it seems to radiate everywhere
the car is all
the car is all i’m saying
the car is all
the car is all i’m saying
the car is all
the car is all i’m saying
i confess to having imposed
chatter like stars to one another
i confess
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9. |
wandernaut iv: i drank
02:31
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finger to lips in prayer
asleep on the castle path i’m
splayed out in faith to effort
so much to ask but only
wind in the face of statues
saws singing at the scaffolds
jars winking from the windows
half full of last week’s rain the
ambulance paints the far wall
this celebration will
continue long after i have
gone i’ve brought nothing with me
power is concealment of the object
makes me hate the products of honest hours
the defiant nature of this illness
fated intervention to recover
the room the hall the wind the stars
the door the pall entails departs
the car alarms of spring and fall
the route
the wheel was lifted up and then down
it skidded and skidded to a stop
sat under a heaving body black as well-worn rubber
two dreaming eyes saw shadows cross a pool of light
i shall oversleep
drown on rainfall in the rutted road
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the dualist in stasis
the spinning of the disc incessant
temptation on the staircase
the image will not hold
intelligence of interest
the rational approach to crisis
a liminal insistence
a shout into the hall to listen
lately this certainty’s suffused my gait
would that my stride could compensate
for all the things i’ve found between these doors
i fear i’m far too comfortable
i thought it would be quite fit
my wire frame in robes of sunlight
but buttoning up my jacket
my eyes were drowned in windows’ shadows
there’s goodness in this tension
the moth the candle the penumbra
it’s such a perfect staircase
but this electric light
let me under the shade of your white van
i fear i’m far too comfortable
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BOY FRIENDS Montreal, Québec
formerly THE THIS MANY BOYFRIENDS CLUB
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