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Sour Bubblegum

by Lt. Frank Dickens

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1.
I really can't imagine another world from the one that I'm living in here with you. I do the washing every night and then we go walking by the moon. We've got no money and so little time... maybe someday baby. I really can't imagine another time from the one in this rainy town here and now. I smoke through the daylight and the evenings and we scramble together our lives. We've got some funny jokes, some hopes for a goldmine... maybe someday baby. Magicians, scammers and critics, well-meaning patsies and cynics; give me the rotten believers, the hard-hearted lovers. Someday we might board a ship destined to land on Mars... but lately someday seems so far away.
2.
My eyes sink into the screen that I still don't know how to read and all the pretty dark colors of the world seem out of my reach. 'Oh where did the money go?' we say, but we really have no rights to preach. I've got my eyes closed lately, I have to think about how to breathe. Love, I'm turning tender, I'm light on my feet. All this private joy and grief, gotta let it out now, before I fall asleep, don't want to be without you; what better could we be? Don't want to fall asleep. My thoughts lie out in a park or any place where my soul feels clean, cause in the pit of my heart there isn't anything I don't want to bleach. Oh, the years just gain significance, the yellow pages are the fallen leaves, the rotting record of emotion it is impossible for me to keep. Love, I'm turning tender, I'm light on my feet. All this private joy and grief, gotta let it out now, before I fall asleep, don't want to be without you; what better could we be? Don't want to fall asleep. (Waltzing to the end of time, colder as the sky drips dry, warmer as it flakes with snow, I feel a smile break 'cross your eyes) We fly our kite down a dismal lane, we play in the danger of night, we pray in our own way.
3.
Those golden syllables that shower down from your mouth, it's the rhythm I love, it's the feeling of love. Those golden syllables that pour out from you, I miss them all day, while I do what I have to. Well you might wonder how much I really think about these things; wonder no more, I hear you singing. Well you might wonder how much I really think about these things; wonder no more, I'm listening.
4.
Concrete 02:57
Life's an ever-sharpening blade pressed to my cheek, and your mind is a thought grenade on an abandoned street. I want to tear apart the world with her and eat it piece by piece, I want to trash everything in my heart to hear her whisper to me. I want to sing the noble note, I want to write what the clouds know, I want to crawl through a black hole, or a space between the concrete, all the pressure, the pressure, the pressure, released. There's no such thing as evergreen in a grey city, and I'm choking on the smoke I make to keep my sanity. When I'm running back home tonight I'll call her lovingly, and I'll fall into every dream like it was made for me. I want to sing the noble note, I want to write what the clouds know, I want to crawl through a black hole, or a space between the concrete, all the pressure, the pressure, the pressure, released.
5.
Red bloody evening; show me your passionate fools. They are gone from the days that I live in, they have bled to death. Tonight the restaurant light glowed among you soldiers trained to live on bitter vision; prove your sweetness is hidden. Pinned in the morning for anyone to see, most don't recognize me. I am a nerve pinched to unnerve, paint that's scrubbed to clean. And again the light is hollow crammed with you henchmen rewarded for no reason; prove your sweetness is hidden.
6.
Dream Death 04:12
Dream death, dream death, dream death. Bad dreams, yellow teeth, lost family I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold. Dream death, old in a hospital, Dream death, in a classic convertible, Dream death, obsessed and worn out, Dream death, one on the piles of people. But I never even started crying, I knew somewhere your love was hiding out. I wanna run, run, run from my foolish dead self, to breathe in your real live dreams, Living. Dream death, dream death, dream death. Crowded streets, bloody lips, red faces all burning old, burning old, burning oil, burning oil, they're all burning oil. Dream death, rolled up in a carpet, Dream death, buried with a locket, Dream death, there is no ending, Dream death, just making a living. But I never even started crying, I knew somewhere your love was hiding out. I wanna run, run, run from my foolish dead self, to breathe in your real live dreams, Living. To breathe in your real live dreams, Living. To live in your real live dreams, Breathing in. To lie in your only loving arms; A little dying.
7.
I can't just say how it makes me feel; I like walking along my dirty streets. I didn't think that the world was real, and now I know that I was always wrong. I'm looking for a sense of ease and I know that life appears slowly as it comes- just like the trash littered at my feet. Oh I just want it to stop, I just want it to stop, I just want to pause and rest my domino mind, my domino mind.
8.
Wishing and hoping for a dream to come true; and how can I tell you that I'm not a dreamer when I'm dreaming only of you? And the way you look at me is better than anything, no longer lost, no longer bitter, I can see stars in December snowfall, yes, I can see stars in your December nights of strain. Walking and thinking after working all day; and how can I make sense of what has been happening to us when you're looking so lovely and brave? But the way you look at me is better than anything, no longer lost, no longer bitter, I can see stars in December snowfall, yes, I can see stars in your December nights of strain, yes, I can see stars even if they're very far away.
9.
The road ahead is strewn with trash and vines, the time I want to go is far away, I pay the bills to make the future mine. I want to step away from lazy lines, to plant my heart in ground which is not paved, the road ahead is strewn with trash and vines. The gaze of grim and leery eyes is fine, I see them through the dawn and dusk of days, I pay the bills to make the future mine. Sometimes I cannot find a place to dine, I'm caught inside a static, fenced-in maze, the road ahead is strewn with trash and vines. The ghost of travel craves a later shrine, which must be built from how the doldrums play, I pay the bills to make the future mine. Each night I know the facts of present shine with light that pines for fate which is not grey. The road ahead is strewn with trash and vines, I pay the bills to make the future mine.
10.
Rain 04:07
No, this life is no game, there is no strategic foresight, there is no winner declared, there is no finish line. The only ending is our own. Don't let it hurt you, this song is long enough. But don't just fly by like the breeze on this day hidden from the rain. We may only hope that we will lie like this again. We are the funny ones to consider this type of love; to be swayed by desires, for the things that we want. When I bring you your flowers I fear the fall of time. Is my life just a fall from a ridge who's making is mine? The only ending is our own. Don't let it hurt you, this song is long enough. But don't just fly by like the breeze on this day hidden from the rain. We may only hope that we will lie like this again.

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Sour Bubblegum is the sophomore album from Lt. Frank Dickens, released on Jaz Records on September 29th 2017.

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released September 29, 2017

BUY THE LP AT www.jazrecords.com

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Joshua Stevenson.

Drums- Connor Mayer

Lt. Frank Dickens- Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Synth, Tambourine

All songs written by Lt. Frank Dickens.

Cover photo: Katayoon Yousefbigloo

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Lt Frank Dickens is the alter ego of Daniel Geddes, a musician. BUY THE LPs AT www.jazrecords.com

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