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The Lunar Martini Motorbike Club and Their Respective Destinies

by Slonk Donkerson

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1.
Sonata 03:51
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:
2.
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"
3.
Destiny 02:16
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Curse 03:17
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.
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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”
10.
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?

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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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