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Sweet Merciful Crap

by Tommy Kessler

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1.
Love 04:38
Love's a merciless cruel comedian Save the name of this ache I'm feeling Baby I don't regret it Lonely nights with the scissors waiting Manic days with the cardboard crazies Maybe You couldn't get it Love I never wanted you First time I fell it was a game of saving face Love Oh what's a boy to do? You were defeated 'til I called you by my name Thank the stars there's a purpose to it Read a palm but you went and screwed it Lately I'm sleeping alone Lonely nights with the guitars strumming Blowing kisses or blowing something Baby I just needed you home Love I never wanted you First time I fell it was a game of saving face Love Oh what's a boy to do? You were defeated 'til I called you by my name Love The cancer eating me Like a disease and death's the sole discovered cure Yes love Has tainted everything Son of a fuck, I'm stuck, in what? I'm not so sure
2.
There is no mercy left for us Late in the morning We get out of bed just a little dead Burning everything that we own But we don't have nothing There is no mercy left for us Hands 'bove the button We push it again then begin again Killing everything we could save No we stop at nothing Whoa-oa Is there a plan for this? Whoa-oa We can't be giving up Today The world returns to dust There is no savior strong enough There is no waiting It's a funny thing when the bells a-ring Angels loathe the shit that we throw 'Cause we aim for nothing Whoa-oa Is there a plan for this? Whoa-oa We can't be giving up Today The world returns to dust There is no mercy left for me There is no mercy
3.
It comes in droves when I dream of you Holding gasoline that night we saw a Broadway show You looked just past my eyes; it was a look I should have known Your clothes were burning but you made me smoke alone I'm blacking out to chase the pain away Black was all you wore but I saw you in every shade As the ashes in the alleys nearing Astor brushed your face The buildings burning but you made me smoke alone Made me smoke alone The Eastern rivers shift their tides to kill the fires set by you Smoke on the water, crumbling caissons, there was nothing I could do I've gotta get back, I've gotta get back To a place where none of the streets has your name It comes in droves when I dream of you Holding gasoline that night we saw a Broadway show You looked just past my eyes; it was a look I should have known Your clothes were burning but you made me smoke alone And in the end you'll make a dance of it Pale contorted figures bowing 'bove the charred remains At the party, on the bridge, and in the sheets you say you've changed A past you're burning so you'll always smoke alone You'll always smoke alone
4.
Oh this I know As my great sickness peered at ends I was a friend with no one looking out for me Adagio Like Jacob wrestling whitest death My dread was harm, yes all is harm when I believe But I'm a God-fearing man And I'm doing all I can To fear no more There is no death Only moments filled with tears I have those moments when my marrow feels like sin I'm terrified To wrestle fifty-something years To peel the muscle from the bone and sin again But I'm a God-fearing man And I'm doing all I can To fear no more En arrière, to dance and fight may be the same I'm moving slowly bending limbs until they break To be afraid, to wrench a neck and make it art To pirouette, I bet that's when the darkness starts Hands and fingers, feet and collagen and I Am born again, I'll get depressed, and then I'll die I'll kill him in the streets; I'll hold him when there's nothing left to hold I fear nothing I fear nothing I fear nothing at all

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released September 20, 2019

Written, performed, produced, mixed, and mastered by Tommy Kessler

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St. Louis-raised, Chicago-based guitarist, songwriter, producer, and vocalist. (he/him)

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