boy with antlers

by ezra triste

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sad stories, unsent love letters, and imaginary conversations

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released March 26, 2014

joplin rice - voice, guitar, production

all songs written by joplin rice

cover art by ezra triste

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ezra triste

ezra triste writes and records his songs in an attempt to make sense out of all things and has yet to make any real progress. ezra triste is also joplin rice.

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Track Name: mattress madrigals
matches on my mattress
all your matrimony madrigals
are fruitless indecisions
from incisions self-inflicted
in the bathroom at your grandparents'
your mom stops by for medicine
she stays just long enough to tie her arm off
in her childhood bedroom

staring into space she sees
infinity in mountain ranges
made from peeling floral pattern paper
that she chose herself
before the look went out of style
meanwhile, carmen sits and smiles
upstairs with a cigarette
she stole from grandpa's pack of reds
Track Name: bells of saint whoever
where have i been?
and how can i get there again?
where have i been?
how long have i been waiting?

if i could feel my hands i'd call
your number on the phone
just to tell you i'm alone
so you'd know
that my voice rings
like the bells of saint whoever the hell cares
can hold their peace

how have i been?
i've been stoned (by lesser men)
i murdered my friends
when i poisoned their cigarettes

if i could feel my hands i'd call
your number on the phone
just to tell you i'm alone
so you'd know
that my voice rings
like the bells of saint whoever the hell cares
can just go home
Track Name: robber's gospel
jet set genesis heartthrob invented a journal for jacob to read
mollie's got the kindling: bodies suspended in stigmata i.n.r.i. release

this old robber's gospel excited the hospital bed ridden leper's delight
winking at a rosary, mollie says she hopes that we don't cause the statues to bite

my palms ache like bullseyes and my grandfather's gravesite look pleasant enough when I'm gone
fucked up on misery and drunk from the history: you, roman soldier's delight

bye bye, bye bye
Track Name: my heart is a hand grenade
it's a matter of breathing
i've got a stone in my spine
my sickness stuck to the ceiling
i watch it every night

nothing's wrong but nothing's getting in
it's an illusion, a trick of the light
why would i ever want to live
if i couldn't stay inside you where i've been
and it's so nice i'm moving in
i carved our names into the wall
and now we'll never have to sleep at all

my presence presently pleases
let's take a farewell ride
let's hope that everyone sees it
let's hope you kill me tonight

nothing's wrong but nothing's getting in
it's an illusion, a trick of the light
why would i ever want to live
if i couldn't stay inside you where i've been
and it's so nice i'm moving in
i carved our names into the wall
and now we'll never have to sleep at all

it's just a dream
it's just what i think of when i think about you thinking of me
it's worse when it starts
i've got a sick heart and it's sick in all the softest parts
Track Name: abandonment games
cut my pills with fairy tales
my fair-skinned hell decides
leaving lovely breadcrumb trails
across the railroad ties

the murmuring mask speaks through my mouth
and says what it sees
my arms are bent back, reaching for flesh
in abandonment games you play with me

lift my shirt above my head
my hesitant relief
document the shallow scents
i'm sinking, sweet deceased

the wandering witch grabs at my hand
and says what she sees
my arms are bent back, reaching for flesh
in abandonment games you play with me
Track Name: my heart is a crucifix
i caught cancer staring at a television screen
when i told my mother she said, 'that's just what you need'
i said, 'mom, i think i'm dying. what's the prayer i'm supposed to say?'
she said, 'l-m-n-o-peace with jesus pray my soul escapes'

i'm not ready to fly
i just read my lines
is it because of my lies?
well i meant every one

christening the criss-cross christian infant in denial
i inherit heresy like babies on the Nile
i caught cancer staring at a television screen
when i told my savior he said, 'oh my, that was me'

i'm not ready to fly
i just read my lines
is it because of my lies?
well i meant every one

i rolled up my own ashes in a page of Matthew's gospel
John and three sixteen year olds were smoking till the tomb rolled open
then we made friends
Track Name: archers, archers!
fight the fits with all my might
i receive a signal light
try to choke me with your halo
but hey, i know it's you
i'll just do it myself

manic archers string their bows
with broken strings from old pianos
this one's mine
i made it from my favorite rope
we used to use

i will not abandon ship
i may resign but i won't quit
our souls are stars
made from the dead ones we ignored
one day we'll make one more
Track Name: bedhead battles demons
eliza,
i'm not so dependent. i just wanted you to feel like you were helping someone, somewhere. somehow, something always sends me screaming to my bedroom. bedhead battles demons in his spare time. when you leave it's difficult to distance my emotions from my mind. (singing sighs, suicide, pick a side, etc., i love you.)

eliza,
i'm all ears and eyes and parts i wish would fail to guide away from silver guardrails look like galleons in spanish novels. no, it's not so serious. i think someone must cheer for us because no one's bullshit army is going to make me pull these bullets from my spine. (lying light, suicide, pick a side, etc., never mind the 'i love you.')

eliza,
i'm not so dependent; i just wanted you to feel like you were helping someone, somewhere. somehow, something always sends me up.