who's steering this ship, anyways?

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a mess of things from the efficiency shed that mix as poorly as whiskey and wine

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released June 24, 2017

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human resources Rochester, New York

independent publisher, interdisciplinary artist, and a girl with a guitar and poor sense of compo/sure/sition

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Track Name: shipments
I will tell strangers bits of
my life story
just for something to talk about
just for something to talk about

it’s an empty gesture
isn’t it?
is it not?
It’s a fucking lie

have you been told
love is empty?
have you been told
love’s a lie?

(it is)
it is

let me play these broken chords
on this broken ship
on this broken tide

we aren’t sinking (no)
I am not
(I’m not sinking yet)
sinking yet
just trying to get
the shipment in on time

I’m just trying to make the deadline
trying to make the deadline
and the contents unknown
what good is it?


102984 is here
read me
read me loud and clear
read me loud and clear

part of this shipment is missing
it’s incomplete
it’s not there
so where the fuck did it go?

what good is it?
what good is this?
what use is this?
what use is it?

and I, or we lay on the floor
remember what nothing is for
and remember what it is

and you pass through me
and I very well pass through you
probably not
I’m not accessible anymore

nothing I’ve said is what I mean to say
there are wires and they used to bridge distances
and they left two hearts on the end

so what good is it?
what good is this?
what use is it?
what use is this?

nothing I’ve said is what I mean to say
….
now when we can transmit in an instance
just in an instant
we choose not

we choose not to bridge the gap
we choose not to bridge the mile
and we could not
we could not
we could never bridge
dimensions

but I’ll try
oh I’ll try
because I can’t stand
this anymore
Track Name: matter of pronouns
I want to
tell you a story
about a girl
about a girl

who moves from town to town
because she doesn’t know
where she belongs
anymore

she likes her coffee black in the morning
and it doesn’t matter what time it is
what time
it is

it could be one o’clock
it could be ten a.m.
cause she doesn’t have a schedule
so to speak

so to speak

she doesn’t have a schedule
she doesn’t need commitments
she only has these ill-defined
spaces in her mind

and I want to
tell you a story
about a girl
about a girl

who has seen a lot of showers
who has seen a lot of dirty sheets
she has seen a lot of bars
and she’s really hard to keep

because we’re alone
in this world
and I
tonight

we’re alone
tonight

and she takes her whiskey neat
and she takes her socks off her feet
so here’s the story about this girl
about this girl, about a girl

we should change the preposition
or be grammatically correct
we should change the composition
of this pronoun to reflect

because i
is to her
is to
me

because i
is to her
is to
me
Track Name: wallet, keys, phone, whatever
don’t you come into the bar
don’t you come into that bar
unless you’ve got something for me
don’t you come in for me

i’ve been here all night
i won’t got home tonight

don’t you send me home alone
i did not wear enough clothes
(don’t be gross)
it’s simply fucking cold out there

i'd rather just stay right here

the winter light is not flattering at all
the winter time will kill us once for all

wallet keys phone and lighter
(i forgot my cigarettes)
wallet keys phone and lighter

don’t let me leave my cigs at home
that would be a travesty for someone else
(not me)

the bartender’s nice
he likes the same drinks
the bartender’s nice
to me
to me
Track Name: this is normal, right?
one day I showed up
and you just crawled up against a wall
and we had coffee in the morning
and pretended it was normal

just as it
as it was before
just as it was
before

one day I showed up
and you just crawled up against a wall
and we had coffee in the morning
and pretended this was normal

just as it
as it was before

my friends tell me
leave early

one day I showed up
and suddenly you just crawled up against a wall
and I tried to ignore the void
drawn between those sheets

but I wanted to get away
on holiday
on holiday
on holiday

I took the bus home
the man seated next to me
he took up all the space
you used to take up

and I thought to myself
this is normal
this is normal
this is normal

one day you showed up
and I just thought to myself
fuck this guy
fucking this guy
(just fucking fuck this guy)
(just fucking fuck this guy)

because
fuck holidays
this isn’t normal

this isn’t normal
this isn’t normal
this isn’t normal
Track Name: dropped
you were alive
a body
a pulse
a strong signal

electric
even your tongue lay still
and your voice was silent
but a current moved through you

you were still as still water
and your thoughts contained
by the banks
of a physically deteriorating physicality

…oh
(how could we know)
(how could we know)


you were a network
of dropped lines
quietly dropping
into the night

quietly dropping
(they were quietly dropping
(how could we know)
(how could we know)

while we were sleeping
while we were sleeping
your body retracted
with all its might

(how could we know)
(how could we know)
(how could we know)
what we couldn’t see
and we couldn’t hear
and we couldn’t see
oh, we couldn’t hear

there’s all these numbers…
they don’t correspond to anything
they’re just binaries
they’re nothing concrete

they were nothing like us
they were nothing like us
they were just particles scattered and
we all just get lost in
them

(oh, how could we know)
(how could we know)
(how could we know)

you were shutting down
your body retracting



and I want to feel a current move through me
like all those fluids moved through you
and I want to know
when it’s falling down, but…
how could we know
what we could not see / what we could not hear / that everything was falling apart

but I always here
(quietly dropping)
but I always here
(watching you fall away )
(watching you fall away --------------------------------------- ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )

(one line at a time)

and

you were a network
of dropping lines
I was the cold ground
you saw passing by