Magnet School

by BOY FRIENDS

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1.
02:06
i am a believer in unmade beds i will not pretend i am unwell read the ones i have loved neither left nor dead live on in the madness around my bed please don’t mind me speaking so softly it’s not often friends come to visit me the air in the room perforates with ease but these walls are shelves lined with enemies can boredom mean more than poems can when every breath tries to understand hush throttles my fear with your steady hand thus i will not question your smirking plans thoughts are products of contentment that’s why i have no thoughts this moment if i’ve made you smile with your clear consent you’ve let fall the anchor of your intent i am truly as i pretend to be but you’ve shown more interest than honesty you’ve learned it’s easy to believe things you never considered questioning
2.
02:02
as nature’s all around the city dream floods me like a shadow in a valley crackling underfoot glass like snow but the tomcats’ still cry is always friendly the sky is cloudless with breath and crawls like a cricket the song will keep its own watch some prefer the view from up real high like a balcony or a rooftop or a tree i’ve run in circles all day here but look no one leaves unless you meet them in the street the fear of safety in groups is what keeps us violent the shops retreat from the street with their floor-length glass skirts the treasure glows from the ground to pique my attention but now who’s been here before? it may be i am surfing corners turning to get in the way to watch shadows in the street move back and forth in perfect time but i’d rather walk beneath a brick umbrella than a pane of glass i’ll amble down the underground and watch the block fade as i pass
3.
02:46
“i can tell you’ve been sleeping enough” you say in your coffee-sour tongue you look at me laughing “i can tell you’ve been breathing enough cause not that you do think it’s funny but look at you laughing” if i’m aware of its tendency to depend why did i come here to make friends? if you’re still talking to me don’t walk away i can tell the best parts of yourself are the parts that you never had to fight for and it burns you up everything that you’ve built is a joke but everything that you are is a miracle don’t take it personal
4.
03:30
in plaintive sighs you sang to me your shape and your dimensions you left yourself printed in air as clear as a reflection you walk between two walls made of slowly unfreezing water you stood atop my molten feet and sang away the hours show me the mountain to which i’ll retreat i beseech you, have mercy on me i have a sense you’re not the rule nor simply the exception i’ll never fall asleep again but under your direction your eyes are like fermented peach their gentle apprehension quiet as ripples on a lake i’ll trust in your intentions you don’t understand, it isn’t up to me you have deprived me of any agency show me the mountain to which i’ll retreat i beseech you, have mercy on me
5.
i’m innocent but not unfamiliar gone parallel to south for the winter i had dreamed of darkness in springtime now my only light is the cloudshine if anyone comes art’s length or closer can only try to smile as if sober i can feel the weight of their jokes but i am not the company seeker don’t have the throat to explore if i was cold i’d burn all my paper if i was flat i’d crinkle and wake her rip the wire cage from the window hang it in my room like a photo i’m losing track of all of our dishware washing a fork to comb an angel’s hair to tell the truth i’ve never been so scared you know what they say fail to prepare
6.
02:16
i would give you anything if it meant you would kiss me on my unshaven face fingertips are all i’m not afraid to show you i need you to find them a place if you ever felt like i did when your right cheek met my shoulder am i the one who’s wasting time here oh my lisette you are my most indolent lioness you can play without lifting your chin you are my deer fallow in my headlights’ path i’ll slow down as fast as i can if you ever felt like i did when your right cheek met my shoulder am i the one who’s wasting time here oh my lisette i would give you anything if it meant you would kiss me on my unshaven face
7.
the daily soliloquy’s cracking the whip at me braced for emergency, cursed with the urgency games are sustaining me awfully precariously the lesson’s that victory’s never truly complete you’ve scrawled in the paper of your feeble hands a nightmare of rain to make your inky blood run you’re useless to hold her in between your sides your two brains are gnashing and they’ll tear you apart you swallowed your eyes after you promised me that once you stopped seeing it you could start listening and trace out my shadow with a silver tine i am not afraid of papier-mache i’m no motorcade i’ll lead you astray my face is a shade of empty ashtrays so what do you say? or are you afraid of rain? the light of a memory’s frightened the bats away a window and not a screen second floor of our place i am the only one doesn’t know how to smile but i’ve been around since then
8.
i’ve made it very clear i’m where i wanna be elizabeth my dear i still feel you when i’m asleep you are the pressure in my chest you are the stinging in my eye you are the warmth in my head i’ve got a funny way of being lied to i’ve got a funny way of being lied to i think that it’s okay for me to like you i’ve made it very clear oh come now don’t be sad elizabeth my dear although i move in circles i always fall behind my knees are weak and i hate the cold and so the circles get smaller and smaller i’ve got a funny way of being lied to i’ve got a funny way of being lied to i wish it was okay for me to like you i’ve got a funny way of being lied to (repeat)
9.
02:47
i’m a schoolkid singing stock phrases in giggles and i feel safe and warm and wet like summer rain am i blessed by a life lived above ground? as dewy streetlamps breathe the air into my city listening to the rain, know what i noticed? the sound against the street’s from higher than the sky and makes the ground look wet and unfriendly even when it’s dry i’m a loser cause i wanna laugh you’re a failure cause you wanna run we’re both failures forever collecting freckles from the morning sun the street sign’s fallen now and reaching heavenward from the sidewalk bouncing like a magnet do you know where you are? this lamp is old and cycling hard i picture teardrops crawling cross a frame of frosty glass step into that puddle watch it lift my face up a different kind of surface tension up in the sky
10.
the i will choose who’s implicated in my happiness hear there the bells’ bloom frozen echoes of a vacant nest and when she seems sure she’s a pillow in a prickly place she sleeps on the floor where the flat and straight recalibrate i miss my old room when i wake up late and miss the sun my pallid cheeks prove what is obvious to everyone irregular food is how i consolidate control ignoring the truth is the cushion of my vitriol at twenty three feet above the ground how can i dance without looking down? if i’m at home in your skinny town how can i dance without looking down? the wine in our eyes describes silhouettes of a son look at me real close i’m trying to give you a choice see now, you see how you got the sweetness in your voice see now, you see how you got yourself a hell of a voice

about

A true wellspring, she has drawn diligents the world over membranously through her to the city on her other side. Recently a shudder from the city washed through her like a wave, and though a passing bat was flying too low to note the epicenter, it dutifully reported the news and before long the word spread.

As for the city herself, the local legends say her famous monstrous fiends are nothing but a memory anymore, but city dwellers of any sense know: if you wait your turn, you can throw some real mess around, but you’ve got to pay attention or else you’re fucked where you stand. Creatures will occasionally be of assistance with soothing music, but by and large you only get what others drop. Collect detritus in your triumphant idle moments for later reassembly into charmed objects:

1. Position yourself perpendicular to the screen, that is, parallel to its walls. Rest chin on knees for optimal endurance.

2. Wait, watch and listen to be sure of when the participation of the player is demanded as opposed to simply requisite.

3. If you haven’t been playing already, tap to start.

credits

released October 23, 2015

recorded by Marshall Vaillancourt at The Oven/CJLO
mixed/produced by Boy Friends
songs written by Kaplan/Boy Friends
art by Higu - swamp-monster.net
special thanks: veronica, lara, nat, will eau, garrett, hank starrs, archery guild

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BOY FRIENDS Montreal, Québec

formerly THE THIS MANY BOYFRIENDS CLUB

you can find our old music at thismanyboyfriendsclub.bandcamp.com

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