Torch Song

The list of hits is endless
At 19 he ran into the spectrum
The list of hits is infinite
It’s as if we needed healing or reminding
The tangential vectors Of
Suffering
She might compensate
But what’s a love song in late stage
But inducement to work for jewels to trade and youth to buy and power to sell
Youth to sell and cash for life
And frustrations to be dissatisfied through sublimation and product placement
Pornography puts something in between us too
Not to be a prude about it
But I just wanted to talk to you
Jailhouse origins of the term punk
When it comes to torch songs
I want to work that field
Every seed distinct and unique as fingerprints on snowflakes
Engineering DNA
tonight we dance by the firelight

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
They’re all torch Songs
I am out here all alone trying to get through the night
Stay Alive
On this ball of fire

No need to keep it hidden
Obsession comes unbidden
Compelling me to serenade the muse that would deny me
Torch Songs
In an alley called Berlin
You went out to score
And never came back again
Tonight I saw you in a movie and I cried
Hoped it was easier for you
I looked for you for so long I lost myself
In every life a love beyond parallel
Will drive you mad or make you give up
in the face of your humiliating politics
And trap geography
You think the map is the territory when

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
They’re all torch Songs
Im out here alone trying to get past the right
Stay Alive
On the wrong side of the red line
Flags at half staff in the twilight

I’ll take my own Torch Songs thank you
You can burn down your blessed nation
Dismantle its institutions
Pull every folk song off YouTube
Fascism loses to electric guitars even as it abuses drug songs and booty calls repurposed as propaganda
A good love song is still a lottery ticket
Sometimes the strangest or the straightest get it
She had a big hit with Goth Christmas
I make Baltimore Club with guitars

Agitprop with drum machines
I make bootleg DVDs and black velvet paintings
I make Torch Songs with my friends
I make time and energy
Channel love into sexual creativity
Marvin Gaye out the headphones through your day
Leave a Torch Song for your boss
A dear John letter to your congressman the trillionaire
Your ex boyfriend in the wife beater
Your internet stalker
With his off kilter beats
Twitter troll in chief espousing his supremacy
Posting weird torch Songs about you to Reddit forums
Refuting your claims with accusations
Weird little references in his blog
I’m too young or too old to catch
All that jazz
Out with friends hiding from incels
Dancing to torch Songs
That want to be folk songs that want to be pop songs that want to be art songs that want to make money

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
They’re all torch Songs
Only so many ways you can spend your nights
Stay Alive
Rub some sunshine on your face

Rappers make their own reality
I’ve cast myself as the Tramp in stylish working class street clothes
Fighting tooth and nail to get naked
And sing torch Songs in downtown Baltimore for all the anonymous gunmen to see
Lone wolves with mental health and AR15s
Hey guys look at me
I know it’s all my fault
Sign here now will you dad?
Join the promise keepers

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
They’re all torch Songs
We’re all alone trying to raise them right
Keep them alive
Disconnect device

Come on and make believe with me

It can’t happen to us
Not on my lawn whataboutism
Justice blindly offers a money back guarantee
Just so we know there’s not a machine gun up there somewhere with an ax to overthrow
That we aren’t all candidates
That love can’t make us immune
Money can’t take the bullets out of you
Reanimate your skull to sing torch Songs and field hollers
Put on zip ties to protect the police from you
Knowing full well liberals and bleeding hearts did this shit to you
Donating blood under a false flag
Being a decent human being with opinions uninterrupted by advertisements
For family boot camps targeting the leftist
Who looks out for all children and old people however fucking obnoxious
The definition of a man so many fail to meet in their pursuit of the forbidden object of torch Songs who is always their doting mother
Love is what you got from her
Or not I’m guessing and I’m so sorry
No nazis at my show
Feel free to cage and bomb children on your own time
Harass women and blacks and Muslims and Jews anybody with brown skin or different genitalia and customs
I recommend you sit back and watch your portfolio
That is a torch song about to turn twist and shout

I want to write Torch Songs about tax fraud and wealth distribution but as much as I’d like to make my pitch I’m over here catching it in the ear from some pasty cryonaut named Adelson saving me from tyranny with a butt plug
Adele in the background
My mouth gagged in the trunk at valet parking
Get me in front of a Trump era judge and I’ll sing like a bird

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
Rape murder
You’re ruining the world with your dick pics
How do you guys survive?
Your powder kegs?

Creepos
Your money and guns and media conglomerates
There is no such thing as radio
Says the FCC
Motown is on Bandcamp
Limbaugh levitates like a Harkonnen
Torturing logic and music
Trappy trashy torch Songs with shakers and bleeps
Bilking college kids for milk money
They’re training for the corporate olympics for planned obsolescence
Dance like a robot again for me sweetheart
You calculate the interest
Daddy’s gotta run into the food bank
I left my wallet in the voting booth
I’m rolling coal into bankruptcy court
I should go back to writing dance songs
These novelty hits are getting old
Topical work dates itself
Sorta like you Joe
Loling all meta and satiated by flowers
Trying to get back to the standard format and write better Torch Songs because it helps regulate my mood disorder
Motivated by fear of debtors prison
I claim my place with the outliers on the spectrum
The experiments
Welcome everybody home like the end of the Deer Hunter

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
We are all subjects
They can round us up any time they like

And make us dance on the firing range while they giggle and mock
Not having read Crowds and Power, who can really blame them?
No we pine for the tough guy who says dumb shit and means it
He blows dough on the kid
What do you want from me?
We all gotta find our place in the world sunshine
Life is not an obscure song that you heard once and have been searching
For ever since
I guess unless it is
I’m so sorry
Just remind yourself

It’s all make believe
It’s all real life
Come in alone
Leave when it’s time
Until then
Stay Alive
On this ball of fire