flowers

by Little Kid

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1.
bastard 03:11
i make decent money but i piss it all away i've got debts i oughtta pay instead i'm wasted everyday but lord, don't tell my father 'cause i don't know what he'd say he was a christian in his day or at least he was on paper but i'm a bastard baby a bastard babe and although i pray i cannot be saved 'cause i'm a bastard baby a bastard babe and i'll say i'll change but i'll stay the same i won't send you letters you won't read them anyway you've got no patience today for the shit that i would say you wed in february but the kid was born july and it's no business of mine but i'm counting only five months so he's a bastard baby a bastard babe and although you pray he cannot be saved if he's a bastard baby a bastard babe then the congregation won't speak his name i ain't passing judgment 'cause like you i couldn't wait for the little love i've made i don't regret it all today but that might change tomorrow 'cause i fucked up yesterday and there's a feeling i can't shake that a baby's on the way hey
2.
i am a method comedian preparing for a role in a film and for the way i've been treating them i hope my friends can forgive me the way that i can't forgive me for how i treat them like shit i am a method comedian discarded artist hard-up for work i'm sorry i hurt your feelings with what i did with my words guess when the truth of it hurts me i just sing with a smirk i am a method comedian so despite the reputation i've built i hope you still can believe me when i say that i've been praying for this the petals pressed in your fist the sacred wounds in my wrists the shade you've painted your lips i am a method comedian i hope my friends can forgive me
3.
i heard the word but never registered its meaning my mind can't make sense of the signals it's receiving i do recall her but i'm hazy on the details when memories plague me i just kill 'em on the weekends shit makes less sense as you get further from the feelings poets don't improve they just get worse with the seasons the same old rhyme scheme with a slightly different meter i sold my birthright to some bastard in a t-shirt nothing that is was ever meant to be nothing that is was ever meant to be sweet jesus damn me how i'd become so unfeeling? when you choose to leave me you don't need to list your reasons the greatest of my demons truly they are legion i'm joking at the gallows just to keep from weeping i guess you fell in love with someone else you met me when i still believed in hell nothing that is was ever meant to be nothing that is was ever meant to be
4.
you find yourself remembering when your days were so much better than they've been the trees were dressed in brown and gold and red her body lay beside you in your bed her form suggested she was human but lately you were never quite convinced her skin was soft as light and as you kissed your fingers formed a bracelet 'round her wrist you wish you could return to her and then you realize it did not happen you realize it did not happen you realize it did not happen
5.
blooms brown bruise me with your mouth underneath my gown sweet lord pinned in cruciform on your bedroom floor you don't need to answer now just think it over don't say anything out loud just think it over smells like blood but tastes like wine dripping from your shrine breathe smoke candles in a row flowers and rope you don't need to answer now just think it over don't say anything out loud just think it over you don't need to answer now just think it over it's not so bad no, it's not like that
6.
missionary 10:08
and didn't he look different when you were staring through the camera lens at the skin he was embedded in like a star within the firmament so you memorized and practiced him as if he were a sacrament you thought remaining abstinent might make your love more passionate exhibitionist and visionary magdalene and mother mary missionless in missionary if the lord would make a composite of all the people that you've kissed and burden them with consciousness they'd maybe be your opposite exhibitionist and visionary magdalene and mother mary missionless in missionary think of this one while you're sharing wisdom with the kids you'll carry missionless in missionary missionless in missionary ... as the record plays jesus writes our names down and the feeling fades away i find your sacred heart and kiss it in the dark as we hear the needle march and sway then the record ends we straighten up the bed we rustled up and left unmade
7.
flowers 06:48
and i was at a sporting event the crowd was screaming "barabbas!" as i lie down among the men i couldn't understand what was happening and i was at the colosseum as lions devoured the millionaires too far back to even see 'em and i wore flowers in my hair son of god and of woman mary's acting different she hides a knife in her bouquet she won't lie down among the men or move aside to clear the way i met her when the game let out and touched the flowers in her hair and held her lips against my mouth and filled my lungs with dirty air son of god and of woman
8.
with the morning rays i'm often dragged to brighter days when the sun was dripping light you blinked your eyes i averted mine we weren't so different then you felt the sweat dampen my dress but the joke you told was already old before you spoke it flowers bloom and blow at funerals so beautiful but on my wedding day that same bouquet seemed out of place the way he held my wrist and led me in it made my skin crawl to be treated like a gift some man had been presented with this globe's been reeling slow but it seems i'd known you lives ago and all the love we spent i now regret but can't forget so as my boys will fight i'll wait outside and watch the sky and hope the sun will march along its arc and bring the dark in bring the dark in

about

words by kenny boothby
music by little kid

produced and recorded by little kid
mixed and mastered by paul vroom

recorded january the year of our lord 2015
through april the year of our lord 2016

mostly in toronto, ontario

no electric guitars

$2 tallboys

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released August 26, 2016

little kid is:
kenny boothby - vocals, classical guitar, casio sk-1, casiotone mt-40, piano, tapes, clarinet, banjo, kazoo
broderick germain - drums, percussion, casiotone mt-40, casio sk-1
paul vroom - bass, vocals

also featuring:
lauren boothby (laurby) - vocals on "bastard"
jessiah devine - vocals on "method comedian" and "missionary"
gillian schnurr - vocals on "missionary"

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little kid was formed in the year of our lord 2009.

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