Still Beat

mouth with nails
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carom before annihilation
heel turned face
evaluate me
get indicted
pull 180°
my life as A-rank
upstages phalanx

strength
we win
devour soul stuffs
stay attentive
bolster worthless
drones to stop me
you serve a softy
cracks whip on ice skin
bruises buried in
black-eyed coffin

your words lost on me
you speak too often
everything you say is lofty
can’t relate
no
stole your pace
so
now keep up
while you eat my dust bowl

charming devil
looks disheveled
puppet-master
i’m Geppetto
get on my level
or test your mettle
either way
won’t hit a lick on my soul

 

JD Jurado- Still Beat is about choosing not to be bad.

car-om noun
a stroke in which the cue ball srikes two balls successively.

verb
strike and rebouond

 

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Bunyip Nimrod

cigarette turmoil bad situation
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splitting teeth grin
ear to ear to torn cheek
laughs at steppingstones
while kissing feet
loves being trampled on
and adores being burdened
knows all that it wants
is to be
fucking burning

circus of inertia
rearranged to be waylaid
attracted to kayfabe
please
pretend to be a person for my sake
or like you don’t get off on paydays

don’t fuck with the worthless
everyone jumps ship for triple digits
but i stay on it

neither with nor in the fuck shit
your delusions are amusing
but not worth consideration
not really
and none of you have or can feel me
so stay behind
while blind luck makes the best
out of the bad hand
we both picked

the situation was rearranged
and i abhor
that i was born from worthless
now a master of the left hand
my modus appropriated;
focus on the road
then let’s you and i blow it

 

JD-Jurado – Bunyip Nimrod is about being stuck in a bad situation with a good friend and making the best out of it.

Kay-fabe
Wikipedia-In professional wrestling, kayfabe is the portrayal of staged evens within the industry as “real” or “true”, specifically the portrayal of competition, rivalries, and relationships between participants as being genuine and not of a staged or predetermined nature of any kind. The term kayfabe has evolved to also ecome a code word of sorts for maintaining this “reality” within the direct or indirect presence of the general public. 

 

 

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Suspension of Disbelief

 

dangerous love
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grifter
shapeshifter
wields the might of Genghis khan
sticks to the shadows
keeps down low
leaves no impression
blends in
if not through deception
then what then?

what then
what’ll you do
when the black shadow
of the burning man
comes to burn for you?

will you make like a moth
will you take off
where is there to hide
if it’s not safe inside?

safety lies
you’re always at risk
next time you make passes
reach for your glasses
this place is molasses
you’re stuck in the tar pits
drowning in blackness

never be hapless
next time please adapt then
you’re getting predictable
you’re always a laugh, kid
i’ll make sure you panic

next time you’re a rabbit
i’m tortoise
shellack this
you receive no passes
so feign to be tragic

 

JD Jurado -it’s about being attracted to someone who is dangerous but not wanting to acknowledge that fact.

 

 

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Vitriol Stings

gossip vitriol
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ugly
certain somebody
nobody stop me
i’ve got wares and i’m not afraid to use them
nuisance
carpet comber
so a loner
make your money
say something

 it’s slow and
it’s dull and
it’s nothing that i paid for
scary
how we barely
talk like we used to anymore
we drift slowly
cause we’re lonely
somebody hold me closer
don’t stay a stranger
i’m slow to anger
but it’s way worse when all of it’s doxy
gimme moxie
gimme something
gimme sweet things
gimme ring ring

 fuck it all please
you’re my lottery
but you’re nothing
if you don’t love me

 nobody fucks me like me
i’m Orion because i belt creeds
i wear em like jewelry
bandolier of fat trophies
talking big game
when you play small
either win big
or not at all

ultimatum
said verbatim
“either live big
or be trampled on
it’s been way too long
since i’ve had some fun, kid”

i guess that counts for something
but i wouldn’t be here
if i was fronting

that’s what the pressure’s meant for
a diamond dozen
unaccustomed
meant for divine consumption
so here’s your chance to be a buzzkill

and if i had it my way
we’d all be meant for something
but if my will
doesn’t count for squat
then every hope we have
is all we’ve got left

 

JD- it’s about how affection can turn to contempt if left unchecked

ban-do-lier noun
an ammunition shoulder-belt with loops or pockets for cartridges.

 

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Backwoods Bloodsucker

vampire

 

numbskull millionaire nosferatu
gets less sun than he ought to
bumbling count extraordinaire
casts spells and shit on public access
chases clout
like the backwoods, barbell-lifting
son of a bitch that he is

wears beefy tees and hanes
tells the same stories each time
but with different names

who the fuck is this?
where did he come from?
and why does he keep jugs of piss
in his bathroom?
what’s the toilet’s for, if not…?
the fucker lives in the doldrums,
shits where he sleeps and scrapes mold
from his frenum like it’s no big deal
okay
then explain this

 no record
no trace of existence before 2004
and he says he’s 23
bitch please

 i don’t buy that claptrap
for even half of a second
so either clap back
or don’t
because i know who you are
and i see right through you

 no-reflection
looking-glass motherfucker

 if i catch your fang-y freak-show-looking friends around here
i won’t hesitate to drive a stake
through your brainstem
or all your friend’s brainstems,
for that matter

the next time your bad mojo
creeps into a house show
it’s quicksilver city
but we’ve got you on the guest list
regardless
and for you we’ve requested
garlic bread with extra garlic
‘cause we all know it’s your favorite

but if i’m being honest
and i mean to
i catch you stalking me at night again
and i’ll kill you

 

JD Jurado – This poem is about vampires.

fre-num noun
a small fold or ridge of tissue that supports or check the motion of the part to which it is attached, in particular a fold of skin beneath the tongue, or between the lip and the tongue

 

 

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Host

lamprey eel like fish

 

i’ve brushed shoulders
with sketches
clearly outlined
bolder than me
i’m scared
by my rough drafts
when they drag on, THEY SMEAR AND THEY BLEED

 bitch in sheep’s clothing
chew-toy plaything
calloused, slick, defiant and mean
like a scapegoat queen
always listening
useful leech, strange remedy

bite me, lamprey
with your teeth
suck the poison out like HONEY
leave your hickeys on my feet
blot your skin
MISTAKES ARE FUNNY

 symbiotic, symptomatic
surly, slovenly sincere
and surely steadfast
untapped, unharnessed
enigmatic, articulate fiend

bloody bistro
cistern chapel
lyrics consume
with vampiric greed

make monotony
mean something
every pair you make is LOVELY
like a simile given wings
snarky facsimile gives me COMPANY

i’m scared
by final drafts
when they’re finished, they forget about me

 

JD Jurado- “Host” is about finishing things only to be done with them.

lam-prey noun
Ancient extant lineage of jawless fish . May be characterized by a toothed, funnel-like, sucking mouth with horny teeth and a rasping tongue.

 

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Maelstrom

whirlpool storm ocean
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scared i’m not going to be there when the other shoe drops
and it’s all gonna be fucked away
with the whirlwind i’m behind;
chasing storms
like it was all i was meant for

let me into your sweet heart
so i can show you how sour it really is

if you hold my hand i can promise you it won’t be so lonely
and you can let go whenever
because it’s all the same to me

i’ve been down here more times than i can possibly stomach
and walked all the way back
more times
than you can
possibly
fathom

i’m way deeper than you ever thought i could be
when the bad things bleed,
that’s how you know that it’s me

 

mael-strom noun
a powerful whirlpool in the sea or a river.

a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

 

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