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Big Cig's Lovely Fevers

by Denosoar

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1.
What'll go first? My stomach, or my soul? I'd rather lose the former You can't live on bananas and coffee What'll go first? My lovers or my friends? I'd rather lose the former We love to love because we love to watch it end. Ah, to feel a little too much, Ah, to go a little too far with your gut. What'll go first? My brain, or my writing? I'd rather lose the former, My writing is already nuts. What'll go first? My money, or my music? I'd rather lose the former, You can't get rich off of honest fun, Ah, to live a little too much Ah, they can't stand when you live grand in squalor Ah, to feel a little too much Ah, to go a little too far with your gut, Lovely Fevers, Drown the Over Achiever, Lovely Fevers.
2.
Half-Deserving of a handshake for the things I've done lost in an alleyway, this way or that-a-way and pushing away the thoughts until they're sexy and swim better for me, and swim better for me... And feeling the streets in my worn down cleats creaking rubbery, weaklings on my feet, seeking asylum: ambrosia and jager-bombs hardly enough for me, thirsty for apathy And we sang for you All you'd ever do is sigh, sigh I don't know why you'd ever wanna sleep... And here we are! A flash in the pan, hold the applause! Swimming underneath it all, popping each bubble right out the mouth, singing in a puddle all about the rain, wondering if a heart attack can drive you insane or if its the cars with the lights how can you see the road? hardly any reason to know where you're going, singing over radio nonsense stereo alcoholic radio watch the road watch the road Part of me wants to party by myself, part of me knows I just wanna get laid. Kicking dust never really makes up. The bed, the head, the mind still unmade.
3.
I fling down my Big Swing Frown I sing songs and I dress like a clown Take me down my mood is brown hang me by my throat in the center of your town I never saw the speeding screaming rift of the moving street's headlight abyss fragrance of cat piss, dying wits in the heads of torn up hurricane head season what's the reason for the synchronizing glance of the dead soul's eyes while you advance through our city's valley roads and potholes in the sidewalk bumper belch while rubber is felt in my head while it melts in the streets hopeless tire spinning while heat screams no control so familiar it seems beams of sun curse at the one who holds her egg with cement shackles man screams terror, freedom police tackle, shatters his jaw on the sidewalk, cackles blood running through his teeth. and I fling down my Big Swing Frown all dressed up like some decadent despondent clown my dismay on display my eyes look far away a rope hangs loosely and suddenly becomes straight.
4.
Dope 03:40
Okay, I'm awake but I should be fast asleep, you called me a narc when I tried to head home. Someday I'll be sure that we'll be more classy these run-down jobs they treat us wrong. And the dope don't make me better, and the dope don't make me sane, but we can talk forever, as the world melts into rain. Okay, I'm alright just taking my damn time. You call me a mess, I say I'm a little abstract. Let's head down the road I've got my old flip flops You say they're falling apart, I say so are you. And the dope don't make me better, and the dope don't make me sane, but we can talk forever, as the world melts into rain. And I'm okay think I need a break, but I'm having fun, least I had fun, that's more that I could say than anyone.
5.
A bed's a thing for the man in the house so a hammock would have to do And standing in the July heat the bus went right through you like you were some kinda ghost or some holy spirit man I wouldn't know Who was your friend? When you were standing all alone on the freeway? Glass neck in hand, who was your friend, standing on the freeway? Couldn't be me, just a kid, a kid you never really knew, but a kid who claims alone that they heard you. I saw a light howl in the dark, I saw blazing eyes on the boardwalk, I saw the only man left in Asbury Park. A stranger paid your debts, with a bullet through your crucifix. Who was your friend? When you were standing all alone on the freeway? Glass neck in hand, who was your friend, standing on the freeway? Lovely Fever, the Great Deceiver, Lovely Fever, the Great Deceiver.

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Big Cig's Lovely Fevers. An EP.


Jonathan had two cats: One drank milk and One Wore Gloves. After two full glasses of leather the tygers fell over and smelled the roses.
One said: Gimme ur fur
The Other: Gimme ur whiskers and ur eyes and we’ll both be naked together. But don’t unglove the starry hand!
The stars are the fingers are planets moving out in the edges of the open palm.
Stretching out his knuckles, the cosmos then jolts back into a fist.
The cats stop purring and it’s no longer a matter of cat or tyger, milk or whisker.
One day, Big Cig knows, while petting his bald kitten, I will deglove the hand of God by ripping from His honey-gold wristwatch.

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released August 20, 2020

Created by DENOSOAR
GEAN D. BENHARDT on Lead Vocals, Lead Guitar
BLUE CAPRICE on Keyboards and Lead Vocals (vox on Half-Deserving)
DAN COWAN (AKA SON REI) on Bass Guitar
RILEY GERARD also on Bass Guitar
ALEX "SCHMULTZY" KOPLOS on Backup Vocals

Cover Art Created by GEAN D BENHARDT

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Denosoar Boston, Massachusetts

Rock, pop, folk fuckery. Homemade tunes. A band made up of me and my guitar player Gean, plus friends, freaks, cartoons, dopes, etc... Rum Guy, Sap, Big Cig, Queen Socrates, Chill Bill, No One, Jimi Miami, Denosoar.

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