Alone & Loving It (30 tracks)

by Bloomshock

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released August 12, 2014

Vocals, guitars, bass, drums, noise

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Track Name: Open Curtain
A (strum a few times)

A D

A
open curtain call
D
for the losers everywhere
F#
some who just don't mind confined
D
others need others to effectively spend time

A D

please feel free to relax outside
we can't afford a lobby
be alone together
give you some time to remember

E G D A
times of a larger collective
times of a life
lively and populated
pre-isolated

open curtain call
for the losers everywhere
self-inflicted or asshole day
we're still going to make you feel welcome

a lot of blondes showed up
with stories, games of stoned
I can only storytell what they've told me
here are their stories
Track Name: Entry Level Crown Jewels
C/G

duck-feathered fur coat
blacker than her tarred lungs
Am
smoking the eternal coffin nail
G
hair dyed, badly blonde
you know her already

molded into shape with plastic and air
given bits of substance in the form of shitty hair
aging debutante, she knows she is
but she'll try to play her cards right this time

Am
the scam that almost got her killed
F
entry level crown jewels sitting
G
laughing at Grandma, trying to be cool again

C F (jam)

G F
why do you care?
Track Name: Ego Trip III
[EG#C#F]

E E4 E F#4 F#4 G#4

she only smoked outside
on rainy days she drank inside
she's living in her ego trip

(distortion pedal, bass, drums)

F#m
don't be her
E
don't be her
F#m

don't be her
A
don't be her

(back to riff)
she dragged unfiltered to waste the day
until her body ran away
smart enough to delay
but too choked to have anything to say

F#m
this is her third
E
ego trip
F#m
this is her third
A
ego trip

G# A G# A B B C#
B A B C# D# C# D#
E E F# E F# A G#
A G# F# G# F# F# G#
Track Name: Ethereal Discharge #1
delicate discharge
flowing away
no sense of direction
no reason to stay
delicate light
you can stay here all night
no one else will be here
nor have they ever been
Track Name: Penny Tancoat
Penny Tancoat
waste and draw

you drink too much and feel fine
up and ready for work at nine
you buy your food online
no rush to claim "it's mine"

Penny Tancoat
takes the law

you smile a lot in your one-girl flat
like the atmosphere, leave it at that
introversion, avoiding chat
breaking eyes with brown cricket bats

Penny Tancoat
quiet minds at rest
Track Name: Tools/Slightly Hero
(bass and drums only)
D

as I stay away from my enemies
G
I find that I avoid my friends
F#
(pause)
G
knotting loose ends
(add guitar, get faster)

D G F#m G

play the circle, win the fight
it's your healthy living right
to live for passion, breed for love
feed your fears to the pink dove

G
just a couple of broken tools
D
lost in a box of working utilies

you're slightly hero

the lady in the red gun flicks her lighter
and a thick gray cloud is expelled
from her crimson lips on off white skin
under thick black locks, I felt compelled
to move an inch forwards
and talk to this time machine Tinker Bell
knowing she could full well kill me
a sort of Marilyn from Hell

G
look the other way
D
the fine and modest await your arrival
Bm
they can't contain themselves

like a Monty Python sketch
this shit may never end
pulp Medusa's got tight grip
far too evil to have a friend
I think that's why she started crying
no one to smoke and kill for
slightly hero save her life
red gun moll needs someone to die for

she's another broken tool
burned her toe in the gene pool

Em
sleep in the looker room

typecast as an object
with a mouth that feeds on lungs
Track Name: Ethereal Discharge #2
time lost building tanks
shoot the spending up the ranks
pushed away by the Pentagon
what a shame, it's still going through
like me and you
in limbo
I wish
discharge me
Track Name: You've Gotta Give It To
(acoustic guitar mainly, plus b/d)

G E C F#

you've gotta give it to the women
pumping out the next generation
and they still look good doing it
even when they've given up on life, aborted, "screw it"

you've gotta give it to the men
aids and assistance to the first
backing away before it gets worse
yet self-indulgently leading the way

A C# F# A
you've gotta give it to the prostitutes next door
they give you extra without needing to pay more

you've gotta give it to executive
small businesses are people now
why don't they reproduce?
why don't they drunken rampage, let the parts loose?

you've gotta give to the teenagers
they think they're so fucking funny
happy and shit, oblivious
a character I'd like to not associate with

you've gotta give it to the dealers upstairs
no hassle if your payment's late, it's nice to see he really cares
you've gotta give it to the porn stars in my bed
black-haired, built, and beautiful, of course it's in my head

(another tape collage ensues)
Track Name: Duty For The Statues
Duty For The Statues

when times were hard
I was my only friend
I knew when I wanted to be happy
when I wanted to get slappy

but times improved

thank someone
for that

details far too graphic for the human ear
locked in a closet for well over a year
keeping me sane? bread lust and fear
no stories of interest, nothing to hear

it's polarizing
like the ninth modern wonder of the world
out with the lady in the red gun

or was it a lady?
Track Name: Ethereal Discharge #3
I'm the itty bitty here
so let me go first
I approached hoping for the best
came out burned, fear for the worst
you were right
I was wrong all the time
so why didn't you ex-communicate?
ah, fuck it…too fucking late
Track Name: Junk Blondes
C BC#E

G6maj7 Fmaj7
blonde heads in the clouds
of pink cigarettes and cocaine
living their dreams, it hurts from here
drenched in visions of alcohol rain

C BC#E E
dance with the pink elephants
puffy minds to their own expense

too much fun, it's such a thing
pretty day one, ugly year
pinned up on a melting wall
so fucked up that they can't hear

dance with the pink elephants
naked angels jumping the electric fence

dance with the pink elephants
junk blondes never guess
Track Name: Lucy Interval
D7sus4 C

I think I'm fine

D6maj7
for a minute there, I thought I had it
A/2 (same fingering as above mostly)
I thought I knew how to breathe again
E7sus4 E7
Lucy Interval
D7sus4
saved me from delusion and false hopes
Am7
with broken lips and tight-tied ropes
Em7 E7

D7 Fmaj7
throw me away from this barren room
A
with only walls to stare at, and nothing to imagine
G#m
Lucy, don't close the curtains
D7 G#maj7(almost A-form)
Lucy, I just want company
E

I think I'm fine

and the dream ends here, and the nightmare begins
lost friends and loose ends are found
and they suck me dry of fluids
left me inverted in my own blood
don't worry I'm fine
that's what I always say

throw me into the recycling bin
I've made it pretty clear that I've done myself in
Lucy, don't leave just yet
Lucy, I won't forget

F#m G#m
Lucy, I won't forget
D Bm
Lucy, I won't regret
(repeat both for a while)

D7sus4 C
I love you

I wish I were stable (like"fine")
Track Name: Talent And Beauty
A D Dm A

full autopsy on the lonely man's heart
trying to decipher when it all blew apart
was it women, was it men, I don't want to pretend
A
to know

fully automatic, it handles your chores
folds your clothes, cooks your food, pays for the nice whores
it wakes you when you need to get out of bed
whenever that is (one measure)

D C#m
I'm alive, but it's kind of boring
E A
not too satisfying, no room for exploring
light on, heat off, nothing will change the fact
E E2
that I'm alone and not loving it so much

from the ashtray, she stirs
moves from bedroom to the porch without saying a word
blind from sun, already has the TV on
lit cigarette and cracked open $4 red wine

it's a lonely life for her, and I have to see it every day
such a shame to see talent and beauty wasting away
she hasn't given a shit since '97
since the midnight fling

I'm alive, but I feel a little dead
kinda sorta mental, fucked insane in the head
I rip off far superiors, I try to be okay
I'm alone and I'm just loving it

A D Dm C#m E E2
Track Name: Ethereal Discharge #4
ethereal
far too real for me
Lucy and Penny have taken off
and you're still crying with your arms stretched out
get up and die
no more wasted hours lying
you're just not ready yet
you let the "No God" down
Track Name: The Queens Of Mental Bondage
G
they hunt homes for the losers
C#m F#m(9) Bm
burnouts, junkies, addicts, fucked
En
greeted by confused erections
C F#m
attractive rape, they say it couldn't happen

G Bm A
the queens of mental bondage

G G/F#
they fuck with your head
Em
in chains of lead

they stalk the virgins
in fedoras and tipping
always tripping
on their own sense of personal deity

the queens of mental bondage

they fuck up your head
to bring out your dead

(x0423)
victims and fools
(x2423)
they know who they're after
(x4423)
aware but no reason to care

no alter ego
this is who they really are
baiting the lonely guys
like spiders waiting on flies
Track Name: Sometimes
Bm D (play a lot, it's a bloody intro)

when you hear nothing

A D F#m E F#m G Em G
nothing's left that wants to associate
themselves with you
it's a lot of nothing
what the hell did you do?
isolation kills
but sometimes, it's worth it
maybe if you tried
to make life this

Bm D
when you hear nothing

(long "Bm D" jam)

time and time again
(repeat a lot)
Track Name: God As My Lifeguard
she sits in a locked closet
crying her eye sockets out
bottles and strings
pull to hear the lady sing

let her drown safely
tears shape a swimming pool
Olympic-sized fear

ride the salty tear
it tastes like raw rope and silver
pulling strings
dissolving her heart

let her drown slowly
enough time for her to wake up
and see the damage

all you'd never
try to do again
you say it always
you cry out nothing
choking on the rope
claws bleeding out false hope
or you get the chance
to make it better
for yourself and others
like the white trash mothers
with stoned cold brothers

she's almost better
the closet's unlocked
a puddle of muddy tears
next to nothing on

let her drown silently
God as her lifeguard lets her die
lifeguard sympathy

the funeral was long
always thought she could keep it strong
she kept calm, too
the funeral wasn't for her
Track Name: Where Do They Go? (An Afterthought)
E
of addicts, sluts, and just plain wrong
Bsus4
I invented them for the sake of a song
F#m
where do they go when the song is done?

E
the junk blondes, high in a parking lot
F#m
Penny and Lucy, in their own little worlds
G#m
the housebitch, still on her ego trip
A
the lonely songwriter, still in his room

A
he entertains himself with badly written stories
F#m
of the impure and bold
A
if they were still alive today
F#m
they'd be so fucking old

E
lipstick stains on the camera eye
F#m
this is not their last goodbye
G6
see you in 30

(pseudo 4-track)
Track Name: Means Nothing At All
D A
woke up next to someone who looked like you
clearly I was mistaken, what was I to do?
Amaj7
it means
C#m D
nothing at all
A
to me

went back to sleep next to "Very Not You"
slept in until 9:22
it means nothing at all to me

the inner mountain goats scream at me
how could blind affairs bring me such glee?
it means nothing at all to me

too big to realize the mistake
I never thought to do a double take
it means nothing all to me
but it means everything in the world to her
Track Name: The Dreams Are Dead
Am C
dance in your head
E
the dreams are dead

Am E Dm A
started revolutions to clear your name
cheated for years to win your game
cracked a whip just to keep you tame
kept you off the streets to remove your blame

F Em C G
but you had dreams, dreams without me
dreams with Brits, no dreams about me
I guess you could go on without me
with nothing to do to you
F Em C Ab
armies march into your dreams
everything is as it seems
burning stems
all depends on the dreams

banging in bed
the dreams are dead

give the boy head
the dreams are dead

choking on lead
the dreams are dead

not enough said
the dreams are dead
Track Name: River Sticks
A
standing in a line
D
yeah, it's another one of those
A D
Hitler whores engaging in drug trade
F#m
for what you may not
Bm
see is that they are perfectly legal
D
one fur coat from perfectly regal