The Lunar Martini Motorbike Club and Their Respective Destinies

by Slonk Donkerson

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released September 25, 2015

Dylan Vandenhoeck - Bass, Lead Vocals, Synthesizer
Parker Silzer - Guitar, lead vocals on "It's Only Ending"
Zack O'Brien - Drums, Backup Vocals

Recorded by Ayad Al Adhamy, Phil Abbot, and Parker Silzer
Produced by Ayad Al Adhamy and Slonk Donkerson
Mixed by Justin Gerish
"Watching Every Channel..." mixed by Abe Seiferth
Mastered by Fred Kevorkian

All songs written by Parker Silzer except "Painted From Memory" (Slonk Donkerson), "Destiny" "Gore of The Rose" (Parker Silzer and Zack O'Brien), and Curse (Dylan Vandenhoeck and Parker Silzer)

All songs performed and arranged by Slonk Donkerson
Artwork by Dylan Vandenhoeck

Black Bell / Gigawatts Records

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Track Name: Sonata
SONATA

I was pacing for distraction in a marble arcade
and heard somebody's voice
talking to herself. She looked like Lauren Bacall.
Palm trees in a line.

"How can you dance in a suit when it's 80 degrees?"
and she turned to the keys to resume her writing.

Water condensing on pipes in the loo
red clay in the hall
I sit on the veranda revisiting scenes
I put them under review

i knew at the time we were through. i've not forgotten
the afternoon that she debuted her new sonata
with a cruel theme

smokey in the deco of the city at night
handwriting runs in the rain
neon bottles blinking in a spasm of fog
I read what little remains

"How can you dance in a suit when it's 80 degrees?"
and she turned to the keys to resume her writing.

Recollections like a mirror in a hot shower.
too humid to find.
The chapel overgrown and her studio room,
glass staining the light.

i knew we were through at the time­ I've not forgotten
the afternoon that she debuted her new sonata
with a cruel theme

it went like this:
Track Name: The Lunar Martini Motorway
THE LUNAR MARTINI MOTORWAY

"...but that was when i was young," she said
lighting a smoke by the generator
fox headed coal hound i should've known back then right
now and I'd be doing better

around the never ending corner
she's throwing her head back in a laugh for the saints
"we ran out of road on the lunar martini motorway..."

"...but that was when i was young," she said
lighting a smoke by the generator,
"fox headed coal hound i should've known back then right
now and I'd be doing better"
Track Name: Destiny
DESTINY

Forever's just a matter of time
As long as you're along for the ride
I don't mind steering

But Destiny is painting her nails
Death was on her trail when she asked me,
"Are we nearly there? How much long must we drive?"

One and the same
The serpent a highway
Eating itself
One and the same
the lovers are riding

If you're staying for a drink anyway,
why not chill till the blistering sun has faded?
Take a second to imagine a scene:
A headlight cuts through a dream
An old casino gleams across the water far away.

And one and the same
The serpent a highway
Eating itself
One and the same
The lovers are riding
Forever
Track Name: Painted From Memory
PAINTED FROM MEMORY

I recognize this.
This is that trip to
Henry's old haunt.

the veneer of the lake
and scribbles of wind the
shadows are gone

you, captured with a smile
Hyperreal drafted in your style

uncanny how true
the form of the clouds-
without any flaw

conveniently
you always leave out
what's hardest to draw

you, captured with a smile
Hyperreal drafted in your style

But something's not right, looks like it's painted from memory
A photo would show all the darkness under my eyes
The color's a scheme to cover what isn't appealing
The figment of love in the pigment of your designs

you, captured with a smile
Track Name: The Gore of the Rose
GORE OF THE ROSE

the gore of the rose
awash in the shade
comedic the pose
when you're getting laid

sabbatical nights
forever and gone
obeying the grave
getting it on

in time
Track Name: Curse
CURSE

Outside the darkness rages
In here's a cruel demon
I reach to touch her face but i can only feel my own hand
I can't discern the boundaries in this dream

What pulls me through the morning?
What sends me out in a hearse?
Sometimes i get this feeling like i was born with a curse

I get so close to watch it slip away.
Track Name: Watching Every Channel at Once
WATCHING EVERY CHANNEL AT ONCE

A guy gets kind of tired
of making up his mind
'bout what he'll have to tape
and what he watches live

The volume's up on every box
there're soundtracks and opinions
These noises I can take or leave
in following my vision

Every girl that moved out
left a TV at my place
I couldn't DVR it all
there wasn't any space

Local, satellite, and cable
getting in the zone
Move your eyes until you're satisfied
You don't need a remote

I'm through with surfing round
(Watching every channel at once)
brain waves just chillin' out
(Watching every channel at once)
tv breakfast lunch and dinner
(Watching every channel at once)

Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman
Track Name: Build Something / Break Even
BUILD SOMETHING / BREAK EVEN

She still smells the grease of the flame
Lanterns on the rise in the blue mist of the palisade
Flashbacks to a time and a place
the boardwalk unabridged
and the soft breath of pornography he left

You gotta build something to break even
I gotta build something to break even

She still smells the grease of the flame
flipping through her Vogue, in the detergent of new money
and she still paints her face the same way
She's careful not to change, so it'll be like he remembers it

You gotta build something to break even

She still smells the grease of the flame
walking through the monuments she contemplates charity
she still feels her hand on the chain
threaded as a rail
to the pillars
on the palisade

You gotta build something to break even
Track Name: There In Spirit
THERE IN SPIRIT

She was looking through the window
She was looking through herself

Reflected ‘gainst the darkness
Of the room in which he slept

But she turned away from shelter
Took the chopper from the barn

Headed to Casino City
with a pack of tarot cards

And though sleep walking he searches
for the star upon her brow

underneath her breath
she whispers, “sorry that I left you”

“I’ll be there in spirit now
I’ll be there in spirit now
Couldn’t bear to stick around
But I’ll be there in spirit now”
Track Name: It's Only Ending
IT'S ONLY ENDING

Between the nonsense and the mundane,
I dreamt the basement flooded to our knees again.
Holding off reminders that won't relent,
I lose my grip sometimes, but just 'cause I forget

it's only ending.

You had these flashes of brilliant wit.
You'd goof it up sometimes, but I knew what you meant.
I hunt for blessings under disguises.
I hunt for blessings­ and there must be, otherwise

it's only ending.

Without a loser, without a prize,
there wasn't bloodshed, it was tidy and besides,
it's only ending.

So yeah, I'm begging you to stop pretending you can wield composure like a tool.
If you can tell me that it's only ending, can I tell you that you're only cruel?