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June Ep - TW Walsh

by Guy Capecelatro III

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1.
Inside This Balloon I was wrong when I first tried to describe her Her blond hair looked red from the light of the fire And you’re always looking for proof Feels like fighting in a telephone booth There were stars and the sound of the crickets conversing For that moment I suddenly felt so deserving And I’m sorry you seem so betrayed We’re a product of choices we’ve made There are times when it seems like I’m floating in space Like a rat vacationing inside a maze There’s the sound of the air as it’s sucked from the room I’m a needle hovering inside this balloon Feel my pulse as it beats a meandering tempo You whisper that your head is about to explode And there’s never a way to maneuver As you tug at the strands of my sutures See the light as a string that connects to the moon Like a path to the faith I’ve already consumed And I watch as you’re washing your hands As the universe contracts and expands There are times when I feel like I’m floating in space Like a rat vacationing inside a maze There’s the sound of the air as it’s sucked from the room I’m a needle hovering inside this balloon
2.
I Could Use Some Help I stay up way too late laying on the couch Watching stupid shows I don’t care about And the moon is out there somewhere Laying in my bed wishing I could sleep Thinking all these thoughts I can’t really speak The sky opens up outside Help me hate myself I could use some help When the morning comes I stay in bed to long Playing stupid games staring at my phone The sun doesn’t give a shit I can’t watch the news I get too depressed How’d we end up here mired in this mess And you are still so sick Help me hate myself I could use some help
3.
Reckless Architect I can’t believe the way god’s testing me All the hurdles I stumble through A reckless course growing worse Try my hardest to stay true You won me over with your reckless behavior You wore me down with your foolin’ around I can’t conceive that I’d be deserving Of all the mess that comes my way This winding path has taken me aback Now I’m tangled in decay You won me over with your reckless behavior You wore me down with your foolin’ around I watch the sparrows balance on a line Marvel at the way they’ve been designed You presuppose an architect so powerful and just But he just hangs on high there in disgust I flood the room with sunlight from the moon Spread a wrinkled map out on the bed Plot my escape from choices that I made Excise the demons from my head
4.
The City Eats Itself They’re tearing down the neighbor’s house And hauling it away They built the thing in thirty-three It’s gone in just a day As I watch the workers in the Bulldozers and trucks I wonder where the line is Where I should give a fuck Every morning I watch as The city eats itself I know the fat are hungry They can’t help themselves They’re spraying down the rubble To keep the dust in check Asbestos oil and lead paint All that you’d expect Sometimes in the mornings When I cough myself awake I think about the circumstance And choices I have made When I walk to town I feel A stranger to this place Watching people move around I just can’t relate I know that you left just in time I’m glad that you made it out alive Walking through the cemetery Reading all the names Remembering the families I wonder what remains I think of all the changes That happened since you left I reach up for St. Christopher Who dangles at my chest I know the door is closing and I might never leave Knowing that you’re out there somehow brings relief
5.
Inside This Balloon I was wrong when I first tried to describe her Her blond hair looked red from the light of the fire And you’re always looking for proof Feels like fighting in a telephone booth There were stars and the sound of the crickets conversing For that moment I suddenly felt so deserving And I’m sorry you seem so betrayed We’re a product of choices we’ve made There are times when it seems like I’m floating in space Like a rat vacationing inside a maze There’s the sound of the air as it’s sucked from the room I’m a needle hovering inside this balloon Feel my pulse as it beats a meandering tempo You whisper that your head is about to explode And there’s never a way to maneuver As you tug at the strands of my sutures See the light as a string that connects to the moon Like a path to the faith I’ve already consumed And I watch as you’re washing your hands As the universe contracts and expands There are times when I feel like I’m floating in space Like a rat vacationing inside a maze There’s the sound of the air as it’s sucked from the room I’m a needle hovering inside this balloon
6.
I Could Use Some Help I stay up way too late laying on the couch Watching stupid shows I don’t care about And the moon is out there somewhere Laying in my bed wishing I could sleep Thinking all these thoughts I can’t really speak The sky opens up outside Help me hate myself I could use some help When the morning comes I stay in bed to long Playing stupid games staring at my phone The sun doesn’t give a shit I can’t watch the news I get too depressed How’d we end up here mired in this mess And you are still so sick Help me hate myself I could use some help
7.
Reckless Architect I can’t believe the way god’s testing me All the hurdles I stumble through A reckless course growing worse Try my hardest to stay true You won me over with your reckless behavior You wore me down with your foolin’ around I can’t conceive that I’d be deserving Of all the mess that comes my way This winding path has taken me aback Now I’m tangled in decay You won me over with your reckless behavior You wore me down with your foolin’ around I watch the sparrows balance on a line Marvel at the way they’ve been designed You presuppose an architect so powerful and just But he just hangs on high there in disgust I flood the room with sunlight from the moon Spread a wrinkled map out on the bed Plot my escape from choices that I made Excise the demons from my head
8.
The City Eats Itself They’re tearing down the neighbor’s house And hauling it away They built the thing in thirty-three It’s gone in just a day As I watch the workers in the Bulldozers and trucks I wonder where the line is Where I should give a fuck Every morning I watch as The city eats itself I know the fat are hungry They can’t help themselves They’re spraying down the rubble To keep the dust in check Asbestos oil and lead paint All that you’d expect Sometimes in the mornings When I cough myself awake I think about the circumstance And choices I have made When I walk to town I feel A stranger to this place Watching people move around I just can’t relate I know that you left just in time I’m glad that you made it out alive Walking through the cemetery Reading all the names Remembering the families I wonder what remains I think of all the changes That happened since you left I reach up for St. Christopher Who dangles at my chest I know the door is closing and I might never leave Knowing that you’re out there somehow brings relief

about

This is the June edition of a series of monthly eps for 2017 in which I have invited friends to take my songs and "produce" them. I recorded the songs to a click track and sent the producers the raw tracks along with chords and lyrics and gave them free range to do as they saw fit. It is as much about their vision for the song as mine in writing it. I've included stripped down demos to get a sense of the arc each song has taken.

All proceeds from this series will go to either Planned Parenthood, Southern Poverty Law Center or the SPCA. Just message me with your preference.

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released November 10, 2017

Vocals and guitar by Guy Capecelatro III. Arrangements and all other sounds by TW Walsh.

Cover photograph by Michael Winters. All rights for artwork revert back to Michael Winters who is generously donating these images to the series.

All songs © Two-Ton Santa Songs.

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