Alex, I know, we said we’d leave America,
Beeline for all we see of us in art nouveau,
North of Chamonix, where I’m still cheap
And you were feeling low.
Four Calvados should ruin us,
Enough to ask, “What if I let go?”
The west, you know, is filled with gold,
But I won’t find you there -– [it’s just] a feeling that I have,
Based on mid-class talk through old Midwest exhausts.
In Dead Lou’s Hall of Mirrors
We might have lived forever.
Alex, I’m bored, and busy writhing on the floor –
It’s no wonder why nobody lasts long in Versailles.
Things have probably changed,
I know I am not the same.
Maybe–probably–it wouldn’t kill either of us
To leave, and tally who’s lost.
It’s too bad
We have a lot to lose:
Siblings all but dead
Lists of what I want,
With stars near my least favorite ones –
Man, I swear, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you’re drunk…
You were so bizarre, pretending that I’m far,
And I was like you then, just fearless of death.
You get so bizarre, when I’m a little lost.
from The Victory Garden
released April 22, 2017
Max Brady – Trombone
Patrick Burke – Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Trumpet
Andrew Kuhar – Vocals, Classical & Rhythm Guitar
Nicholas Kuhar – Drums, Auxiliary Percussion, Piano
Megan Cox – Mellotron, Cello
Lyrics by Andrew Kuhar & Nicholas Kuhar
Recorded by Paul Hamann & The Commonwealth
w/ Additional Recording by Dave Piatek
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