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Is Path Warm?

by Mister Goblin

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1.
The health class teacher said to me "Morning students, put your hand on your heart and repeat Say, 'I will never kill myself. I will never kill myself not for any reason, No matter what happens.'" Which some of you forgot to do I guess the rest of us didn’t want to disappoint such a sweet old lady But now ten years later With the benefit of hindsight and all the help I got my shit together Got a job a place to live I even joined a recreational sports team And without her Would it have come to pass? Probably
2.
You turn your nose up high as we cross paths A spitting distance and the leash hangs slack Between you and your kind’s best friend who waves Half-heartedly at me ‘cause he can’t stop won’t stop Can’t be bothered for anything or anyone here at all Your calendar dogs they look so good that it makes me sick Want to crawl under your porch and just die there like Sounder did I want to be your human being and pay Some kind of tribute more than just a half a wave But that’d be inappropriate I know that there’s a reason that you can’t look at me as I lick fleas from Your calendar dogs We have to stop meeting here like this, right? Your calendar dogs they look so good that it makes me sick Want to crawl under your porch and just die there like sounder did Your calendar dogs are very photogenic Growing big enough to block the entrance to the paths Where we used to walk
3.
There is no crime that can’t be made Even more interesting when you lie to save face Got the whole world fucked up a lack of trust to tax the dust That hangs in the air and at the first sign of age You will be gone and they will be too Don’t you know you perjured your sweet self in profound detail And we said what the hell so what he’s just a kid There is no crime so move it along Nothing to see and nobody lying dead in the street so you can keep picking south Or whatever way will entertain your lust for cuts and love for scrapes And at the first sign of age they’ll all say Oh you’re too old now Perjured your sweet self in profound detail and we said oh that’s swell If you’re dead you can’t defend yourself and someone else decides What goes on your grave So what are you in here for and how many chairs did you stack up against the door Do you lay on the horn because you want to commit murder Or is there something you want to tell us ‘cause you can tell us before the lawyer gets here ‘Cause when he does I’m afraid that there is no crime So what would you rather be famous for? What you made or what you did will live on But either not both
4.
How we arrived at you I cannot understand Tongue flapping like a tarp with your head in the sand Still you’ve risen through the ranks and your trophies radiate But when we try to talk I just crumble off so keep this Between you and me there’s a wide gulf and there always will be Loved you like a sibling since the day we were set loose Indoctrinated on the roofs of middle schools But a disc has slipped away and it hasn’t been the same I thought the air between us wouldn’t ever change But keep this between you and me There’s a margin and there always will be It’s only natural to fight to squeeze shut the spaces that keep us From knowing what someone else knows and still it’s always okay
5.
Born on a belt stitched up from stock to breach Alive on a shelf you were tall enough to reach I’m guessing I must have been seven types of asleep Just like any other gun ‘Till I saw you come in and willed you to come close You looked down my barrel as if to diagnose Whether I would be good for what it was you wanted to do Just like any other gun We’re not all the same Fed and strapped, it all happened so fast No breach of contract in our suicide pact Like any other gun Now all that I know are the mouths gaped up to me Guessing I was just born to add death to injury Now i’m shaking and wishing my means of subsistence Was something besides being beholden to you It’s not the first and it will not be the last You bleach the contacts to cure the cataracts Fed and strapped it all happened so fast No breach of contract in our suicide pact Like any other gun they’ll auction me off Or strip me for parts
6.
Oh just fix your face you know it ain’t that bad Clutch your beagle bones or call your mom or dad ‘Cause of all of the habits you’ve kept well they’re mostly productive I guess Except for a few So let’s fix the breaks on your bicycle We can roll around all maniacal And menace the crowds all out walking their dogs all too shook to jump into our arms Still i always get stuck on the same old things and then history repeats like Friday the 13th Every sequel the same and I die at the end Except for a few Fix your fucking face like you’re the only one with a problem here Pale and moribund The only way to put the color in your cheeks Is to smush them together until they streak red so just think on it think on it Think that you can Still I always get stuck on the same old things and I lose the whole plot like in Halloween 3 When they took Mike away and we just didn’t know how lonely it’d be So I’ll fix my face by sheer force of will I’m insufferable and you love me still
7.
I came in through a chute knowing nothing I knew Bet I used to do all sorts of things from booster shots to liver spots But I forgot them all Still I live within my lane heed the signs obey the paint Paper planes still penetrate the window pane that hangs overhead The waterbeds and things that occupied The attics and basements until it was safe to say that no one wanted Those things back anymore so they came to the store Lost my gravity today slipped the leash floated away It was pretty fun for about half a day Now I just can’t seem to knot the tie that would tell me who I’ve been ‘Cause I’m not sure that there’s a memory inside me Something struck with remarkable timing to keep me Waiting patient for a day that might disappoint me anyway So I guess I’ll stay In the attics and basement until it was safe to say that no one wanted those things back anymore So they came to the store where the rest of us can wait When is my family going to pick me up Could this be them
8.
SFYL 04:43
Well I heard about what happened guess there wasn’t much to tell Sorry for your loss S.F.Y.L. While I can’t say that I knew them I know protocol at least Ten deep breaths or walking but all that shovel talking Isn’t the same as digging a grave Like cops in the woods swapping spit for issuing warrants and taking down doors Is the path warm tell me what do you see if you’d do it to you would you do it to me Of course Sorry for your loss service is the cost we pay to be the boss of you Playing with the safety off or warm yourself by molotov Anything to ensure that where there’s risk there’s no reward and only punishment All the time Tell me one thing I’m doing and a way I can improve And I’ll return the favor might could even tell you two Like cops in the woods sharing some porn picking through files And pulling out yours with the date of your birth and every source of your shame But they blocked out your face and smudged up your name

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Engineered/Mixed by J. Robbins at the Magpie Cage.
Mastered by Dan Coutant
Additional tracking by Kjell Hansen
Art by Nicole Rifkin based on a photo by Sarah Edmands Martin

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released November 22, 2019

Matt Gatwood - Drums, piano on 4 and 6.
Kjell Hansen - Guitar on 5 and 8.
Sadie Dupuis - Vocals on 2, 4, and 7.
Sam Woodring - Everything else.

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