the shelling of oliver loofah by the coward york silk
from storm's here by the garages
by mother love blone (noise-land.bandcamp.com, @lastyears_model), drums by MQ, spoken word by Emu Mosh Veteran
boss, hey, it's eric. yeah yeah, that eric. ahhh, fuck. you have gotta see what's happening to the garages right now. one of their players just got shelled—loofah—and york silk was the one that did it grew up loud by the Puget void bulge the size of Illinois arms of steel and eyes aflame it’s called a splort but to her it’s all a game 1 2 3 Ollies ready to win yeah with Loofah at bat we’re gonna win again TRY ME, BOYS 4’2” with a killer swing yeah he’s the pint-sized good vibes home run king roasted by the devil’s shell 12 seasons at bat and a week and a half in hell steps to the plate, crocs caked in mud gunblade in hand and out for blood oh a bad nut’s rising over Baltimore and the crabs are lookin’ to even up the score yeah some days it’s anybody’s game and some days you’re in the outfield, looking to make 'em feel the shame go on go on go on go on go on go on go on bottom of the first score 1 & 0 York steps to bat v. Chorby Soul a pile of bones up on the mound York stands firm on the shark-soaked ground infinity reached up inside his head as the pod scars hardened and the honey bled Ollie in the outfield holdin’ court itchin’ to tag that prideful dork kept her cool like Seattle rain can’t see the fear can’t feel no pain eyes to the skies, is that a shell? no birds in Seattle no light in hell cuz a bad nut’s falling down on Baltimore can't hear the screams can’t see the score some days you’re everybody’s friend and some days you’re in the dark watchin’ the old die young again yeah and some say if you put your ear against the shell you can still hear her scream screamin' I can’t go on being the thing you hate I can’t believe ain't got a future for my faith I can’t go on being the thing you hate how long inside the dark, how long must I wait? I can’t go on being the thing you hate where’s my tomorrow? is it already too late? I can’t go on being the thing you hate I can’t believe this static life is my fate goddamn god get me on bat again Eric: this is fuckin' great! ahahaha, these garages are so shit, i must be gettin' so many fuckin' charity tax breaks from hangin' round here. alright, I'll call u back <3