Offset from the Normal

by The First Part

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1.
The Good 03:42
It felt good! And, though the risk was great, We blew the dust off older habits Refining them to serve our purpose Grinning as you spilled the pepper-pot Unlocking closets full of fractured bones picked clean by mice But, for the jokes We felt it “quite jejune!” The nature of the circumstances Warranted a change in tone to Soften blows struck from a throat so dry Assaulting horses long since dead with whips long since untrue *Nothing felt so right With nothing gained from all that you had to say I've got nothing more to offer from this mouth That once you kissed so hard Hard enough to ward off any thoughts I had That you were only in this as a dalliance But all in all, it felt good! It felt good. Wading through the rage And holding fast to ancient bygones Ringing ears for miles around with Fodder for the masses and archives To be poured over by minds much greater than mine
2.
This charming man is running out of lines Designed to stay in your good-books Poisoning the ink-well, plagiarized with style and purpose With hands reaching for stones This loaded word must find a mark Your “unwilling” warrior must take up its arms and fall in While screaming “Out, damned spot!” you failed to notice All the other bloody stains Playing out such scenes in preparation for a reign that never comes Pricking sore thumbs Signaling wickedness afoot! The knowledge that nothing can completely clean your hands fills your eyes with terror Ground down to words Found more than what I thought I lost Deserving of knowledge once reserved for the enlightened and trigger happy fools Cantankerous and likely to fall for Another falsely planted flag I’d appreciate it if you could see your way out of me And leave me in the vanguard This charming stain is faded now That everyone’s in on the joke only, the irony’s totally lost on them all Ground down to words Found more than what I thought I lost Deserving of knowledge once reserved for the enlightened and foolish Pricking sore thumbs Breath held to meet the war to come The courage of my convictions is scaring me Won’t let it breath again Won’t let my boots stay un-marched-in And keep the rose all to myself While in the throes Of your hegemony
3.
Mouths cross to wander alleyways and back roads barely lit Digging potholes with a fib or two to seal the deal This morning turned into next year The ghost you wanted was mine So, let's get on with the execution and the wake to follow Callously eulogizing with a grin Confounded, shaking, and bemused But fighting, nonetheless With a frameless photo with some writing on the back Addressed to older eyes than mine Faulting my tower for being "too tall," then holding my hand As it fell out of your good grace Redacting all the names I thought you might know! Thinking we held our gaze "offset from the normal" form Encrusting crowns with thoughts unsold With fictions greater than the sum of the parts we stole Worth nothing more than what we brought Burned down the foundry in Act I Never looking back Never, really, moving forward only pointing where The lost horizon used to be Repairing crooked toes to take me where I need to go Away from the house with laughing windows Guaranteed to put me in my place! Thinking we held our gaze..... Acting cheap theatre in my room Fighting critics' blows Reading the "cruel story of youth," down the hall from "old." Ended up dining on our peers The ghost you needed was mine So let's get on with the execution and the wake to follow Eulogizing, climbing out the window Thinking we held our gaze....
4.
Fine 06:28
Not to put too fine a point on it But that plank in your eye just broke my nose Scattering a few more splinters Pluck them out Hoping to drive your point home Red in your brown eyes We’ll see just where your finger lands Red in your brown eyes Left without a leg on which to stand Choose a less shameful past to present One for which to whet your appetite Tailored to fit snuggly while Retaining all the Style for which you are well known Red in your brown eyes We’ll see just where your finger lands Red in your brown eyes Left without a leg on which to stand _ And the diamond dogs you penned with me are looking rather dour Nothing but the finest clothes for your finest hour It’s not enough To cut corners with your lust But hold that thought until we get back home And the lightness of your face Creates meaning in my space For all the portent Planted in the loam _ With a liquor soaked avidity You’ll use me to your disadvantage At the business end of truncheons you’ll bring to heal all the ardor in my face Red in your brown eyes We’ll see just where your finger lands Red in your brown eyes Left without a leg on which to stand (you’re unable to catch every little meaning holding grudges With both hands Like the ones held over me It’s seeping through your fingers And into my hands)

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released March 1, 2019

Jimmy Moore - Bass
Drew Fish - Guitar/Vocals
Matt Taylor - Drums
Matt Johnston - Vocals/Guitar
Engineered and mixed by Matt Taylor
Mastered by Alex Lyon at The Bubble, Austin, TX: bubblerecording.com
Album photo by Steve Johnston, somewhere in Vietnam, 1969.
All songs by Matthew Johnston

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The First Part San Angelo, Texas

Matthew Johnston: vocals/guitar, Jimmy Moore: bass, Drew Fish: guitar/vocals, Matt Taylor: drums

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