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the decline of stupid fucking western civilization

by jordaan mason

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"if your body's sore i will make some more
i will clack my teeth up tight to yours
comb lint, come less, check for burs & beasts
starve youself for weeks
thats a bible, belt, breathe--" Favorite track: evidence.
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1.
god i want these freezers empty, she said so i killed my wife and all my friends instead i took a greyhound bus to my parent's house and slept in my old bed only then i had two sisters instead of brothers and they spoke softly, cooking creams for supper a waitress cut my hair and left me somewhere and now me and every lost dog looks the same she said: enough ejaculating, alright you and every dog killed in the light my plans are all laid out and i am going to the woods one large egg of me was actual parts of my body that i saw from the sky struck please yes i built this catastrophe i curated this disease i architect the suddenlys and sell them now as packaged meats in diners for the dogs like me he asked me if i had a gun i answered: naturally this is a dangerous war, i told him he said he knew a place to hide a hotel where husbands go when they forget their wives so i met him there for a good time i cleaned his bones and he cleaned mine
2.
pharmacy 04:59
all you are is pharmacy as in: you split the good parts open don't you remember? a good husband and a bad boyfriend i got hit so hard i saw horses and we filled the swimming pool with piss we couldn't hold it after all this medication we all know the end is coming they're setting fire to the orchards and all the teenagers are gathered in the woods they're drinking bleach, it's alright another box under your bed filled with pieces of elephants a school teacher, a good letter grade sleeping all the sun out facing the door of your house
3.
of hospitals 09:18
look: i ate all the books in your bedroom and they took my blood and tested it in small doses as in: over time, they pulled it out see: they took me from the savagery and the surgery of my own body we break in threes, i swallow these: ______ i sing my own gallimaufry and when sister says call the police: that wiseacre ain't gettin' me! she said they held me down until release and i scratched my head into the streets there's fragments now (all in me) of hospitals (all in me) but they can keep my blood for as long as they damn well need it they can break into my house at night and listen to my secrets i've been through the fire yes, i've seen it so what are we waiting for? we've wolves, we're willing to waste and we slice each other into steaks - yes, oh yes and we slice each other into steaks - don't we, yes
4.
suddenly, suddenly: like a brick to the head caught in bramble, cut my knees compass clasped at three degrees she whispered softly just to me the difference between wasps and bees and we sucked the venom out of one another as if to pierce the skin on me: a hymn comes out, so quietly i memorize the dictionary though diction has all but failed me i have read the novels in your black eyes, your zebra stripes he had my sister in the night, again i heard her howl loud and stark we made snow angels in the dark he reciprocated when he took his cowl off he dyed my hair to match his we had to hide our erections he put one hand near his head and made the shape of some weapon i can't forgive him -- no, not yet she filled the grocery bags up with lizards i put the drill to my head, she the scissors my sister is screaming and no one believes her the mattress is glistening with blood and with sugar and we all will sleep at the bottom of the river
5.
so what of connect: we could have it if we want it i had what was yours, you had mine, we celebrated the language we talked was - yes - a conversation and then we cut each other off and lost the arrangements and there's a room filled with men all trying to sing and by sing, i mean: all in the dark they could say all their names out loud for once to each other but instead, they'll stay strangers, and i won't even bother with all the lights off, i can barely brush the beards away i'm tackled and taken from all angles widely and where can i plug myself in for the warmth i need is it just through the skin i experience only only only only only i do not want this thing that i carry with me i mean: this museum, this illiterate history like an extra liver, as though i might need it someday i don't need it - tell me, i don't need it i want to witness it right in front of me and be swallowed by it entirely i want to forget the difference between the sky and the sea i want to stop walking around and start swimming yeah, we're all walking around, but let's start swimming and just have all their heads glued to me in a long line (i don't want a private life)
6.
eulogy 08:58
please take these clothes off me this thickness is unseemly and the sunlight is too dark don't wake me, i'm sleeping my head is brim with peach trees and this crown doesn't fit until these acts are these acts and these acts can be done we'll skim the milk & break our backs & panic none we break bread, so holy a silent ceremony of wonderful creatures and men his funeral is done, now let's worry and sleep in the old house and sing til the fever goes down until these acts are these acts and these acts can be done we'll breathe with shallow breaths & hang our heads & hum until there is a word in these thousands of words until there is a word until there is a word the illness is everywhere
7.
evidence 12:54
so goddamn this devil we made it on the bevel can't he break a brother down? so bereft and beaten we got through this season treading snow and headed south all these rhymes and vowels across creeks and cavils his blood can barely fill me now so what: they call us nelly we stay belly-to-belly i put this ring into his mouth and i pissed the bed again and he held me warm and wet and he tried to be tender but he could not make it better and he tried to be tender but he just could not make it better and i tried to be tender but i could not make it better and i tried to be tender but i just could not make it better my bones can barely make a fire and i can barely make a fire there is no need for ten gallons of water the dirt in my head will never grow sunflowers i do not know you, i am filled with shame there are peach pits in my mouth again there's no science for it i don't understand a prick of blood a cylinder of sweat to keep you strange i will stay away i will get so close i cannot escape some fact is fiction, he is cleaning the kitchen shed sweaters, linens, some sexual positions can we switch instead, can we share some bread can we please never get out of bed sing a eulogy to erase our sins find new buttonholes where your skin could begin if your body's sore i will make some more i will clack my teeth up tight to yours comb lint, come less, check for burs & beasts starve yourself for weeks that's a bible, belt, breathe -- a body for every beard chopped straight and his book coming out in black lines on my face some dog to be bedded, his genitalia slang, see? he does what she does as they does (please get off me!) this winter is a goddamned shit what about: tender! tender! tender! wake up hard, wait to wilt scrub out all the silk, and hug harder you are too close you will never be close enough i know it's you with my eyes shut because i have left evidence on you all this violence in my head other words i would use: pins and needles and did i really kill all those men in my dreams? well, i forget -- i forget and i wrote no words and i woke up again with my head in water i tried to remember what it was that i had done she described it like a dream that i could not be woken from oh please don't call the cops on me!
8.
i have made too much room in me i have too much and it's all filling up with this road in my mouth how do i spit it out he keeps foxes in the freezer & (((faggots fuck forever))) slamming the door shut just placing the blame on the part of me that's fucked too much to say "til death do us part" what if we could name ourselves and speak about being in this stasis kissing and contagious stop waiting for the sun to rise and finally feel safe at night i want to suck the gold good & knock on wood open this door and share this bed every bad dream in my head -- i want to spit this road out and build a whole new house

about

an illiterate history. a winter and then another winter and then another winter. brothers becoming sisters. sisters holding hands, never sleeping. always the same bad dream. sirens wailing. black-outs. wandering the woods. endless roads. nameless. bruised. full of wonder. a dictionary, no words. a sickness that never leaves. an orchard on fire. everything on fire. destroy, destroy, rebuild. science has failed me. what really happened that night or ever?

credits

released February 3, 2015

simon borer: guitar
jordaan mason: vox/illiteracy, guitar
jason mccrimmon: bass
valley weedick: drums

this album was recorded by brian wirth live off the floor with minimal overdubs at tapehead studios in stoney creek, october 17-19th, 2014
mixed/mastered by mitch fillion

all songs written by j. mason / arranged by the players
photographs by jordaan mason
interior design by never angel north

thank you
to those who have been there for the things i can't remember
and to those who have been there for the things i can't forget

special thanks
to everyone who donated to this project's creation
without you this would not have been possible

"if we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. instead of changing the world, all we'll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy." - jean genet

dedicated to victims of abuse
fuck the cops

oh! map (((forcefieldsforever))) danger collective 2015

tapes available here:
dangercollectiverecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-decline-of-stupid-fucking-western-civilization-cassette-reissue

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