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Pall Mall Reds

by Brian Huntress

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1.
Death Rattle 02:40
I’ll dream a dream of wonder. Never wondered where to go. Burning the house, to get ghosts out Surprised you’d already know. Tuberculosis, meningitis. Fuck up my brain. Mix a downer with a downer And take away the pain. I’m hoping for a better life I’ve never really known how. They tell me what they tell me Tell me to do it now. Tuberculosis, meningitis. Fuck up my brain. Mix a downer with a downer And take away the pain. I’m a renegade, a pinned grenade A ticking time bomb Demons in my blood Taking half of what I’m on. Tuberculosis, meningitis. Fuck up my brain. Mix a downer with a downer And take away the pain.
2.
the day that they walked me on down to the trees herd the humming of the bees, brought me down to my knees i lifted my head and cried out into limbo the rain came down crashing on me. I’m a suede sweater’d sap with a yellow in my tooth and the holes in the roof, shined light to the truth I laid down in my bed hoping to die. but the hope she got pushed me on through. You’d think God was cruel, and lonely old thief cutting life from the earth, his bloodied blade rests in the sheath I’d agree with you pal, but I’d just hope you know there’s not one truth its just how ya believe And there’s ghosts at the door. An old woman hanging her head. A broken old broomstick. A old dog lying dead. There’s rats in my boots and there biting my toe And the weights are getting harder to hold. and the day they walked me to the old wishing well watched my coin as it fell, my wish falling down into hell. i hoped for a while that it’d come true. i keep the key you see the dreams are locked in a cell. sometimes i think about the boy I killed as I grew he had the same name as me, thought the same stories true. I watched in the mirror as he fell down and died. and this old soul got a little more blue. we can burn away the flesh that traps all our fears. wax waking heaven, with angelical tears Cuz every saints got a past. And every sinners got a dream I’ll be waiting for you all right here. And there’s ghosts at the door. An old woman hanging her head. A broken old broomstick. A old dog lying dead. There’s rats in my boots and there biting my toe And the weights are getting harder to hold.
3.
Hiding under all that man. Is a scared, sulking boy. Mal adjusted to standards You were given. I once went for a prayer. The room gathered hands & the man next to me Looked disgusted. He looked down at me. All painted & dirty His hands were too clean For my palms. And that circle met an end A gap forming at the top Unity destroyed And man came to be humbled. Oh if all had to pint to warm us Then maybe we wouldn't need God And if your Lord only answers to clean hands Than I'd say your savior's a fraud. & one cloudy day In the center of the suburbs. I was tripping out On a box Of dextromethorphin. I was laying on a loading dock Behind the printing shop And I herd those church bells a ringing. So i stumbled to church Drank the blood of christ And God damn I thought I had found God And as evil as the man in Conservative white robes He said He was happy to see me. Oh if all had to pint to warm us Then maybe we wouldn't need God And if your Lord only answers to clean hands Than I'd say your savior's a fraud. Oh if we all had a pint to warm us Then maybe my gut wouldn't hurt And if you lord only answers to clean hands Then these hands are as clean as the dirt.
4.
I drove all the way to Sephora. And I parked right outside. But I don't want to go to Sephora. Cuz it reminds how ugly I am. And I could, Shave my beard and cut my hair. Dress real nice, Try not to compare. Theres beautiful people, And they're all pretty For different reasons. So cut my face and stitch me up Lob my body parts right the fuck off. I'll stitch myself together for the image of the threads. Im a ragdoll made from a million parts. Porcelain arms, and a big glass heart. I'm carved from wood and widdled from a tree And there's a million people who are just as ugly as me. Just as ugly as me. You can take my clothes Tear me to shreds. Shave these locks Right off my head. The destruction of a person is essence of their image. & maybe one day I'll reclaim. Those awful words That put me in pain. Transform the suffering Into a fashion statement. Theres beautiful people, And they're all pretty For different reasons. So cut my face and stitch me up Lob my body parts right the fuck off. I'll stitch myself together for the image of the threads. Im a ragdoll made from a million parts. Porcelain arms, and a big glass heart. I'm carved from wood and widdled from a tree And there's a million people who are just as ugly as me.
5.
I’m filled with woe, the after glow. Of knowing someone loves you but feeling so and so Might have to go, But hey y’know. I’ve had a good run and even some things to show. There’s a notch on all my bedposts but a broken bed frame for you. There’s a lot lost, but I’ve got hopes. And some of those hopes came true. You can hold me down all night. And I’d lie still in the morning. The curtain broke, with shards of light. I woke up with my eyes rolling. I’m filled with woe, the after glow. Of knowing someone loves you but feeling so and so Might have to go, But hey y’know. I’ve had a good run and even some things to show. There’s somethings, I’d never say. I hope thats alright with you. these ghosts, couldn't push you away. Even if I’m feeling blue. And I saw you moving down. The sidewalk outside of your dorm. And you looked, like a movie star. God I think my hearts already torn. I’m filled with woe, the after glow. Of knowing someone loves you but feeling so and so Might have to go, But hey y’know. I’ve had a good run and even some things to show.
6.
its been one helluva year. I haven’t been my best the whole time. there’s a lot of damage i did before last new years. I haven’t repaired it all. I’ve only pushed it all away. But this time i think i’ll deal with this shit head on. Shit still stinks even when you don’t smell it. The truth still speaks even when you don’t tell it. A year is a year and is made of the days. And we can’t judge a tree by the lifting of one root. if you sat me down and told me all the things do this past year. I might not of believed you but i’d have a few less tears. I’ve been with one lover. I didn’t have to sleep around. I only did that because i felt worthless didn’t gain a cent from anyone in town. Shit still stinks even when you don’t smell it. The truth still speaks even when you don’t tell it. A year is a year and is made of the days. And we can’t judge a tree by the lifting of one root. And I’d like to say I’m grateful. For everyone who’s held my heart. It was hard for me to trust you. But i’ve loved you all from the start My friends have shown me kindness. And taught me how to love. I can even feel vulnerable. Without needing to be touched. Shit still stinks even when you don’t smell it. The truth still speaks even when you don’t tell it. A person is a person is made up the ways. They perceive the ones they love.

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This album about being sad and fucked up but being okay with it. Also a little bit about love and God and things like that. Thanks.

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released February 27, 2017

Shout out to my laptop for letting me yell into it.

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Brian Huntress Rockland, Massachusetts

I am a painter, a writer, and a touring musician. Follow me on instagram to keep up with all of the debauchery.

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