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The Loneliest Whale

by The Love Songs

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1.
She’s a spark, she’s a loon She’s a walking, stumbling, tumbling, laughing, crying cartoon She’s shrieking violence, she’s insane And he loves her that way. Skipping naked through the rain Any chance to wreck her train In idiom, she’s the life of the party And against all better judgement that’s the part he loves, he needs. His thrill she feeds. When you know what gets you to go Then that’s what you must follow When you’ve got what gets you to go Then logic’s out the window He’s smart, he’s nuts Prone to mayhem, inclined to chaos And when it seems she’s falling apart it is art And he loves her that way. She doesn’t care who is looking Tossing bottles, tossing cookies Jumping fences, I’m not judging Lighting fires at weddings, I’m not kidding. He loves, he needs. Her lunacy he seeds. When you know what gets you to go Then that’s what you must follow When you’ve got what gets you to go Then logic’s out the window You can reach out your hand to that woman But you might not get it back
2.
Invisible 03:37
I'm Invisible I'm all done now what I need Is to wash my hands of all of this, literally You think you might not know But I think you might know what I mean Close your eyes and let me paint you a scene Palm to palm and tip to tip A muted prayer escapes my lips Pray for rain down the drain But I come up dry once again The eye looking right through me Despite being right where I'm supposed to be I'm invisible, undetectable, Bordering mystical, why tho? Apparitional, visually null How am I so invisible? Until I'm done, until I hear, until I see, until I sense no one My mouth stays shut Be discreet don't wanna meet the feet on this beat A thinking man on the can, a statue mostly unseen But the truth is that we only see what we want to see A red light boring a hole, a-hole, behold this silent enemy A vapor tone A ghostly note A sensor sensed Its subject incensed Premature sluice Torrent let loose Caboose abuse A sucker punch Right to the back Surprise attack I'm so visible, totally detectable Hard-to-miss-able, why tho? Sadly perceptible, utterly accessible Fully optical, uh-oh Am I to be seen, am I to be clean Or am I just caught between The light, the dark, the refracted laser spark The infrareds have made it clear That they're the ones in charge Make up your mind
3.
Out here adrift, isolated and disconnected Just doing our thing, haven’t given up yet Different since dawn, at odds from the outset Our only choice, I guess, was staying different 52, 52 There’s an awful lot of room between you and the next 52, 52 I think we sing the same tune We are The Loneliest We’ve got a lot in common, that whale and us Singing our songs to vast indifference 52, 52 There’s an awful lot of room between you and the next 52, 52 I think we sing the same tune We are The Loneliest There’s no wrong, there’s no right Just the current that we fight Doing this even if we’re just screaming to the night
4.
Last Chance 03:08
Sneaking in like it isn’t allowed Like this isn’t already my house and my wife My life has shifted course, Of course it was all on purpose But that doesn’t make the change any less dramatic The reactions are now automatic, static and chromatic Last chance before the morning comes Before the whip-crack, kick, slap of dad and mom Commandeers the night Last chance before we pull up the shade And expose the silence to a brand new day Last chance to get away with it Fast enough not to rouse the troops Slow enough to enjoy the moves but Sure enough this window’s closing soon So now how do we drive away Those we brought here in the first place? C’mon, can you give us a minute?? Last chance before the morning comes Before the whip-crack, kick, slap of dad and mom Commandeers the night Last chance before we pull up the shade And expose the silence to a brand new day Last chance to get away with it Pleasure under pressure Pressure over pleasure I dare ya Last chance before we draw the blinds Before anyone minds
5.
5-Sided Die 04:59
Scott was the one to get his car first And his business was getting rich And for a dollar he’d be the first to admit this And with a little elbow grease (and weed and LSD) Did he make good on his ambition - Wealthy (and in jail) by 17 Legally, a pin of the “king-” variety 5-Sided die being rolled against 1989 And all the whoa’s and woe’s of the time Paul was so ahead of the curve If it was cool he was the first to know And if you wanted porn just see him at his mom’s music store That’s where I bought my first guitar And had my first internment by the 5-0 For standing buck-ass naked (save for the guitar) In the display window The po-po...how could we know? Let’s go! 5-Sided die being rolled against 1989 And all the whoa’s and woe’s of the time Tony, he always got away Ironically, from hiding Time after time after crime after crime he managed to evade For all I know “Tony” is not his real name! The fifth and final side Ben has led a hard life By his own design Ben has led a hard life He works twice as hard just to do it illegally I mean, he’d pick the lock even if you gave him the key His biggest fault was always getting caught B&E’s, dealing drugs, and copping copper “Hey Ben, how ya been?” Just check the police blotter...
6.
Hey, Ho, Hey, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, Whooo, Hey, Ho, Hey Ho
7.
Literally 03:34
Big hair, brown boots, she stood above Her huddled group and not just because She was tall, man And I don’t mean “tall” like she was always ducking doors I mean “tall” like I am short And if I’m not mistaken She was clearly, unmistakably Avoiding me Well, not “avoiding” me (but kinda) She was ignoring me but Purposefully Which really isn’t “ignoring”, ifyaknowwhatimean? Next page, on stage, my crowd, to be sure So she gets a pass for barely a laugh (even though I’m firing on all cylinders) Without even saying good-bye she hopped into that cab and She stole off and I thought a thought… This ain’t gonna happen She was smokin,’ really smokin’ Literally, well not “literally” (but kinda) She was smoking hot But that smoking cigarette was not But then literally it was, ifyaknowwhatimean? Fast forward how many years?
8.
That Sucks 01:27
I’m sorry (He’s sorry) We’re sorry Sorry for the thing that you said that we heard (He’s sorry) I’m sorry, we’re sorry Sorry for hearing that thing that you said because That sucks To hear your story end so badly is a tragedy, a tribulation I could commiserate or I could redirect but I bet all you really want to hear is somebody say That sucks
9.
Barefoot 03:21
Barefoot, rocks between my toes as the sun brings a warmth That I haven’t felt in so long So long, I’ve been alone in my room under a bare bulb Over a bare bed and a receiver atop a modem He’s pretty fast, I’ll give him that Being chased by a guy with no shoes And some murderous eyes and a boy scout knife can do that Yards ahead, I’m closing in, zig-zagging over rocks Only ratchets up what I’m gonna do to him Barefoot, rocks between my toes as the sun brings a warmth That I haven’t felt in so long The room’s the same - one light, one bed Swap the modem for these bars And now my face gets sun every day From my time out in the yard I should have stuck with the Dungeon Master’s Guide Than hacking the FBI Running track over running attacks Maybe I’d still have a brother Barefoot, dirt between my toes as the sun brings a warmth That I haven’t felt in so long Did you hear about this new no-wire modem?
10.
Do not try sleeping half-underwater It gives those crazies some kind of fodder And they’ll never stop so don’t try It could have been those eats That I hadn’t been eating Or it could have been those sleeps That I hadn’t been sleeping Estou doente It’s gone And it’s not coming back to me Swapped it out for an eeeeeeeee Nah, its gone TESTing TESTing 1 2 3 Can I hear me? I wanna say that I don’t hold it against you You’re just myself getting back at me Though no one is going to die It is tragic nonetheless Unless someone comes at me and approaches from the left Then I’m without defense
11.
His bed is no longer moving But his mind still is And in between outlets Solace with comics, elephants, and records One leg behind his head His fist in his mouth Our rebel yell is MORF MORF MORF MORF He can’t bike but he thrives on this thing called his drive He can’t drive but he thinks to keep moving is key I’d agree, ‘93, that’s when he started me On a 20-year trek from Muncie to Kuching One leg behind his head His fist in his mouth Our rebel yell is MORF MORF MORF MORF I found the best singer Only he can’t sing And he’s got no rhythm And that’s coming from me One leg behind his head His fist in his mouth Our rebel yell is MORF MORF MORF MORF Ballinger to Brunei Wendy O worldwide Dunedin to Dresden The French Foreign Legion Maun to Mossorro It’s absurd? We’ll still go. Guangzhou to Glasgow No naps, only carb loads Wichita to Windhoek Buy a toy, buy a book Adelaide to Audincourt World big, world small This song is just a trigger

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Recorded at Nu-tOne Studios in Pittsburgh, CA by the intractably-coifed Ben Hirschfield.
Masterfully Mastered at Mammoth Sound in Maine by Dan Randall.
Fine line illustration of our pet whale by the delightful petraiturist Glenn-O ig: @glennoart
Released by Blonde Medicine in exchange for chocolate. Tons of chocolate.

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released October 12, 2019

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