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Dead the Beast, Dead the Poison

by Mark Lenover

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I fell in love with a girl in the park She gave me her time, and I gave her my heart I saw the world in a whole different light after I gave my love to a girl in the dark She was dressed as a healer but she withered in the heat She looked just like a healer She told me to call when the fever broke then her hair went white and my blood went cold
2.
Double 03:58
You’ve got your fingers crossed behind your back You fancy that, I can’t see the devil hidden behind your every smile I’ve got you figured out I’ve turned you inside out I’ve got you figured out I get the feeling that your mouth is full of flies You drank to my health as you plotted my death I saw double I begged forgiveness as I planned my revenge I saw double I keep my feelings safely paralyzed, all the time Your teeth are always sneaking up behind your hateful smile You won’t live to regret ignoring your double’s debts No, you won’t be separated in death You’ll pay double
3.
The Mirror 02:20
There are cowards in my mirror and they all look just like me They put poison in the pantry They slipped scissors up my sleeves They cut themselves regularly They’re all skin and bones There are cowards in my mirror and they won’t leave me alone There are cowards in the mirror fat with rotted cattle fodder They put worms in all the apples They put salt in all the water
4.
I’ve been dreaming of the killing gardens where empty ribcages and tombstones grow I woke up feeling like I’d murdered something but who or what it was I didn’t know The bedroom stank of carrion and rye and all the furniture had been replaced There was a stranger perched upon my headboard He said he’d met me at the killing place He wore a look that was at once familiar His teeth were sharpened but his eyes were kind He bowed and told me he was at my service His heart was hidden but his fangs were mine He advised me to go forth and forfeit my earthly trappings to a shallow grave He promised that he would be along shortly He said he’d meet me at the killing place
5.
Malone Dies 05:27
I get the feeling that I’m never alone Is this a nut-house or a hospital? I’ve got my journal and a killing streak I’ve got my window and my memories Nothing’s more real than nothing It’s got a hatchet and a hell of a swing I’ve got a feeling that your crosses of bone are made of a couple of thieves I know Of course, you told me as much yesterday through the winking Jesus carved in your teeth Nothing’s more real than nothing It’s got a hatchet and a hell of a swing Malone dies… I’m never going to hit anyone again I’m out of ink and I’ve run out of lead I’ve no regrets, and I’ve nothing left to say I always figured things would end this way Nothing’s more real than nothing It’s got a hatchet and a hell of a swing Malone dies…
6.
He’s a faint, dystrophic rival dressed in blankets knit of epithets and euphemistic drivel but his costume won’t protect him from the winds that herald otherness the swift, avenging providence that facilitates the slaughter of sadistic, mulish egotists Old Nick’s guilty as sin Hell will seep into his coffin It will suck him from the boneyard It will leave his old throne empty in its gaudy, gold encasement but it won’t allow his legacy to survive his earthly traces As he sinks into oblivion it’ll seem as though he’d never been at all Old Nick’s guilty as sin
7.
A Proposal 02:45
It’s not a proposal It’s more like a threat I will not be burdened with promises Promises are like lovers They expect to be kept But I’m determined to take every advantage I can get away with You can’t honestly mean you wouldn’t take what was offered you She wouldn’t take this shit unless she wanted to I really can’t help that she’s glutton for grief and punishment I’ve been honest with her, I swear, since the moment we met You don’t know what we’ve bee going through We always get what we ask for She’s a lifer She’s a contortionist She’ll take what I give her, and she’ll count herself blessed Yes, she’ll make a home of a hornet’s nest I’ll take every inch that she’s willing to give Once she can’t bend anymore, then she’ll break but don’t worry she’ll live
8.
Our Song 01:54
You taught me to beg, and how to unmake a bed You taught me how to raise a scene And perhaps most important, never fuck where you sleep ‘cause it’s bound to end up in bad dreams Well I thought I’d write us a melody and though it’s more than we deserve it’s short, it’s simple and it’s ugly and it suits us, for whatever that’s worth
9.
Tether-Boy 03:09
Winter’s where I end up when I pray beneath a comforting cloud-cover as I fall asleep I dream of all the places where I’d really rather be until I wake up running circles around you I always wake up running circles around you I was content to watch my tumor grow I always thought it best to stick with the devil one knows and though my cage was open, though my chariot swung low I’d always wake up running circles around you I’d always wake up running circles around you Winter’s where I end up when I sleep beneath a comforting blanket of snow and fallen leaves I dream of all the people who I’d really rather be until I wake up running circles around you I always wake up running circles around you I’ll always wake up running circles around you
10.
Bedlam 02:54
Vamps, holiday drunks, mechanical tits, melee fanatics, hobby anarchists, self-fellating misanthropes, bottle-tossing, skull cracking bruisers, failed experiments, cut-ups, cut-throats, tore up, stripped down, dancing, rutting, licking the sugary glaze off the glad-eyed, stumbling good-time-girls Tickets are cheap Runners, teasers, glittery tongues and the All-Knowing Flicker Run for your life Midnight’s coming…
11.
Don’t correct me when I contradict myself Don’t come and collect me when the alcohol runs out Don’t waste your time on strays We’re glad things turned out this way Death without tears Don’t subdue me when I’m working myself up I’m sure you’ll see right through me once I’ve emptied my ninth cup Don’t waste your time on drunks We’ll tell you when we’ve had enough Death without tears

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released December 2, 2010

Composed, Performed and Recorded by Mark Lenover
Mastered by David Disher

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Mark Lenover

Through a distinctive fusion of folk, rock, theatre and electronica, Mark Lenover critically examines pop culture’s ubiquitous influence, its moral philosophy and the potentially devastating effects of drug abuse and mental illness. His recent work frequently challenges an increasingly pervasive culture of celebrity, self-indulgence, distraction and desire. ... more

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