Obliterate

by Mark Lenover

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'Obliterate' functions both as a break-up narrative and as a sweeping criticism of popular culture, focusing specifically on a range of topics such as celebrity obsession, gender politics, break-up psychology and the wide-spread normalization of drug and alcohol abuse. The album is mainly comprised of punchy, grungy and plainly structured rock and blues compositions enshrouded in swirling clouds of industrial noise and waves of ethereal reverberation. Stylistically, Obliterate is most directly influenced by such proto-punk icons as The Velvet Underground and Iggy Pop, and by post-punk acts such as Joy Division. Far from being a typical break-up album, Obliterate ultimately qualifies as a singular and uncommonly ferocious piece of social commentary.

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released March 4, 2014

All songs written, performed and recorded by Mark Lenover
Mastered by David Disher
Artwork by Mark Lenover

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Mark Lenover Hamilton, Ontario

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.
Mark currently lives in Chatham, ON.
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Track Name: I Bought Your Record
I’ve got your number
written down in my book
and I’m onto you
I’ve got the talk and the look
of an old cutter
a cold blooded killer
I saw you chopping at the glitter
with a gash in your foot
I caught a chill when you smiled at me from the TV
I decoded all the messages you whispered to me
through the spaces that skip their way through your songs
I’ve got that gun you told me to keep until you got home
I bought your record

I got your message
from that guitar magazine
but I don’t get it
My soul is already clean
I don’t care for the colours that I see when you sleep
I don’t care for the kind of company that you keep
They can’t cope with our kind of people
Let me take care of them, I can make it peaceful
Kingdom will come, dressed in red, satin sheets
Dressed in forever, dressed up in you and me
I bought your record
Track Name: Brickfingers
The crystal palace
is too delicate
for human beings
to live under it
So let us have it
Let us have it

The crystal palace
is too intricate
for human beings
to comprehend it
So let us have it
Let us have it
Brickfingers
Brickfingers
Track Name: Madeline
Madeline, what have you done
with the sweater your grandmother knit you?
Madeline, how’d you get lost
and lonesome out there in the winter
Madeline, where did you go
when you walked out on us?
When you planted your shell in the snow
were your last thoughts of us, or of sleeping?
Did you dream?
Were you looking for me?

Madeline, who keeps you now
that memories won’t let you grow older?
Did you make it to your throne in the city somehow
or did it go, unattended, to seed?
Madeline, where can I meet you
when my eyes won’t shut?
Did you sing yourself softly to sleep
or are you aging somewhere in the distance
Are you waiting somewhere for your close-up?
When I sleep, are you smiling for me?

Madeline, who are you now
that the river is all frozen over?
Are you somewhere out there in the snow
or is it a blanket you’re under?
Madeline, how have you changed?
It’s been too long…
Madeline, what’s your new name?
Does it sound like the songs that come praying?
Does it sound like the songs that come praying?
When I sleep, are you winking at me?
Track Name: I've Got Your Apocalypse
She came very well recommended
carefully made up, and heavily scented
She was an advocate for heroine chic
and well-accustomed to the customs of freaks

She was a well-domesticated rebel
A little pot bent on pissing on the kettle
When we met she tried to show me her teeth
I wasn’t listening when she tried to warn me
She said: “I’ve got your apocalypse
It’s got two black eyes, it’s got two fat lips
It looks just like you and it’s easy to talk to
It’s done all its homework and it’s eager to meet you.”
Track Name: Sterilizer
How do you understand failure?
Is it a place you can go, or is it in you?
How do you feel about lovers?
Is that charming embrace
a safe place?

Turning something to nothing
is the loneliest thing
played to the beat of two wings
clapping together
Turning something to nothing
makes the ugliest mess
played out by two empty vests
fucking in collars

How do you cope with devastation?
Do you dress it up, or does it dress you?
Does it rest on your back, or in the corners of your eyes?
Does it bleed you?
Does it wear you down?

Turning something to nothing
is the loneliest thing
played to the beat of two wings
clapping together
Turning something to nothing
builds the ugliest scene
It’s such a heartless thing
to do
Track Name: The Attic
This is where you left me hiding
under two year’s worth of skin and grief
It doesn’t look like much to me
anymore but once I would have
sworn it looked like God to me
all wrapped up in holy sheets

I know more than I wanted to know
to tell you the truth
I wish I’d never fallen in love
with you

This is where you kept me waiting
‘till you found a cleaner place to sleep
beyond the jokes you made of me
This is how you say you’re sorry
mouthing nonsense on your knees
but you aren’t smiling up at me

I know more than I wanted to know
to tell you the truth
I wish I’d never fallen in love
with you
Track Name: Honey
Honey
I’ve got the sickness again
Can you hang up the telephone?
Would you come back to bed?
If I sing to you softly
will you kiss my forehead
and make me better?

Honey
I’ve got the palsy again
I can see what you’re doing
but I can’t move an inch
so I’ll watch your romances
unfold, trick after trick
If that’s what you wanted

Honey
I’ve got the sickness again
Can you break it more lovingly?
Can you tell me his name?
I guess I forgive you
as long as you take the blame
for everything
Honey
Track Name: Obliterate
I had trouble locating my heart
after the mirror tore its subject apart
I have trouble asking others for help
so I went and did the job for myself
This bit goes here and that bit goes there
This part fits here and that part fits anywhere
Sew it all up and dress it in a nice suit
There you go boy, you’re just as good as new
How many times can you put yourself back together?

There was an awful pressure on my brain
when my reflection fell to pieces again
And the television wasn’t much help
No matter how hard I looked at it I couldn’t see myself
This bit is ugly, and that bit’s a mess
This needs replacing and that looks distressed
Rearrange your stuffing and disinfect your wounds
There you go boy, you’re just as good as new
How many times can you put yourself back together?
Track Name: Fun
I’m bored
Let’s have a drink
We’ve got nothing but time
and the booze helps me think
Are we having fun yet?

Hey there, how are you?
I’ve seen you around
Let’s get together
Let’s go out on the town
Are we having fun yet?

How’d you get to be so pretty
It makes me want to throw up
I want to write you a poem
I want to sketch your face on napkins
Are we having fun yet?
Track Name: Acid Fascist
I’m not a genius
I’m just a misfit
I’m not a scholar
I’m just full of shit
I’m not a poet
I’m just a drunk
This ain’t an ivory tower baby
it’s just a bunker
It’s just a bunker

I’m not an answer
I’m just a guess
I’m not a messenger baby
I’m just a mess
I’m not a prophet
I’m a mute draped in boasts
I’m not an angel
I’m just a ghost
I’m just a ghost
Track Name: Peroxide Girl
You’re an unhealthy mixture of hubris and shame
You’ve got mommy to love you and daddy to blame
You’ve got inches of varnish and wind up your skirt
and you don’t mind abjection as long as it hurts
Strobe lights, porno and celebrity news
You comply with it
You get high on it
and you spend all your money on tickets to places you won’t want to go
Hey peroxide girl
Peroxide girl
I think you’ve had enough
When the music stops
you’ll give them what you’ve got
You’ll make it easy

Through thick, blank-eyed throbbing and patio lights
the radio blesses you with second sight
of cash-cattle hedonists, smothered in dreams
In expensive skins that’ll never come clean
Limos, blue eyes and expensive champagne
You won’t stop with them
You get off on them
and you spend all your money on tickets to places you won’t want to stay
Hey peroxide girl
Peroxide girl
I think you’ve had enough
When the music stops
you’ll give them what you’ve got
and you’ll make it easy
Track Name: Blame Delilah
I blame Delilah when I can’t get to sleep
I blame Delilah when there’s nothing on TV
I blame Delilah for every gray hair
I blame Delilah ‘cause Delilah won’t care
I blame Delilah for the blood in my coffee cup
I blame Delilah when enough is enough
But it’s really not her fault

I blame Delilah when I can’t stay awake
I blame Delilah when I can’t catch a break
I blame Delilah for the cracks in the stair
I blame Delilah ‘cause Delilah’s not here
I blame Delilah when I can’t come around
I blame Delilah when I tear myself down
But I know it’s all my…

I blame Delilah for the hole in my mouth
I blame Delilah when I can’t cut it out
I paid Delilah for a stroke and a smoker’s cough
I hate her because she won’t miss me at all
But it’s really not her fault
Track Name: Good Enough for Government
Salt the bed and count yourself
lucky to be kicked around
Resolve to make the journey out
from cancer to the sea
Your cheeks are crests
Her eyes are coal
and every vent’s a rabbit hole
Her chilled, ecstatic caterwauls
lie quiet at your feet

Good enough for government
Your money’s gone and your hour’s been spent
clutching at the covers, grinding up against
an old china doll
Cut the lights and grab your hat
You lost your voice when the stage collapsed
Now there’s nothing left for her to do but laugh
There will be no encores

Your last hope and your epitaph
are hiding in her photograph
They’re bound to become one at last
if you can’t keep your nose clean
Wake up and collect yourself
Pray and comb the gray hair out
Tear her dusty curtain down
and sing her ghost to sleep
carefully
lovingly

Good enough for government
Your money’s gone and your hour’s been spent
clutching at the covers, grinding up against
an old china doll
Cut the lights and grab your hat
You lost your voice when the stage collapsed
Now there’s nothing left for you to do but laugh
There will be no encores
Track Name: A Penny for the Old Guy
Let’s throw a party for the hollow men
They aren’t themselves lately
They never listen
They never answer
They can’t remember
I can’t remember…
Can I get a penny for the old guy?

Let’s take collection for the hollow men
Now fill your hats, don’t be stingy
They’re at the river
waiting together
They can’t remember
I can’t remember…
Can I get penny for the old guy?
Track Name: The Walking Dead
The wraiths of correction
are editing their way
through the tenebrous kaleidoscope
you sleep in every day
They’ll find your place of hiding
and they’ll find out where you’ve been
Then they’ll take a pound of
finely ground
scar-tissue for your sins
These specters of justice
will uncover your eyes
then they’ll scavenge through
the ghost town you
clumsily disguised
as a bustling new haven
for the clever and the dead
There’ll be nothing left
inside your head
to cover your loose ends

They just want to calm your fraying nerves
They just want to be your comforters
They just want to clear your aching head

They just want to calm your fraying nerves
They just want to be your comforters
They just want to wake the walking dead
the walking dead