Drink the Brine, Get Scarce

by Alpha Strategy

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All the Rest 02:23
Can you repeat that word I'll never ask again Hand on my heart If only to wipe off one sweaty palm Nod or use fingers Indicate numeric amounts Where to apply, what's the procedure But they ask the questions here "What was licking that cold hand?" And I know 'cause I was that dog Raglan coat and a pair of overshoes Shamed face blistering red As long as words haven't changed their meanings This isn't very good at all And the message rings out loudly with all the rest In spite of my best intent, my never knowing what was best I never know what is best Hold on, hold on, none of this is finished Doesn't matter if every time's the same Beat the walls, huddle in some corner Ruin my drive or tarnish my name Many others would surely agree What's common to all my problems is me
Fields 02:54
There by the tire fire Ten feet tall Hold the pressure points Little licking lips Wake up and it's grown cold All the tarnished glass Picking out of teeth Don't look you won't know Down into the grassy clearing Figured someone would Hold the pressure points Lick little lips Well past redemption's fold Or to feel the bumps on the floor Don't look, you won't know
Path 02:34
In a photograph from back then You wore a smile as big as the sun Tried and tried laughing through an afternoon And although your loneliness Did not implore my sympathy Ya still had it in ya To pull the good ol' switcheroo There were two small iron bridges Near that path upon which you stood way back when You looked a whole lot healthier then
Letná Hill 02:10
Set off into the empty airport A red flash in my eye's corner marks the glass With a nose, lips, and two hands imprinted Positioned in such a way Between number B and letter 6 A Letná Hill grey February afternoon Yeah who am I to yearn I always know what to do Though I'm let down when it's done Yesterday or tomorrow There'll be fragments Prepared and well dried Like seeing something of extreme beauty And understanding you'll probably never see it again "Where do you want to go?" "Home"
I Can Read 02:27
She'll emit a rhythm to pierce my fragile heart Will it go on to pound another day Or shall I yank it out and toss it on the floor Sloven and slattern, splendid and stately And always filled with a vinaceous unease A vinaceous unease! Fanning blasted calamity As far as teary eyes can see Write to me, I can read And before the passion withers, let me drown it You often told me you'd give me all I need You say I'm lost, I disagree I packed it in without a fuss Even when carrying obligations Happiness can bring We watch the passing parade It doesn't mean a thing
Hammer 03:10
With the swaying boundaries of those thoughts Or in words I see or hear Push me off this crummy train I won't interfere The wind blew and shut the door Then ran on down the road Take a hammer she said There'll come a day to forget Save yourself the trouble dear We've got excuses to spare Nothing relevant today Moves in the same old way Swing low towards the ground I'll play the fish still flopping around Take a hammer she said There will come a day to resent it yet
I slip on rocks She's got sauce Lots of history down here you think Rut roads, rusting mailboxes How the stagnant ponds stink Throw an egg out the window Smash my head off the floor But for all of that, never having passed through This township before She's asking me if I wanna make small talk Clothes so damp my skin's falling off She punched with fistfuls of fun Couldn't deflect any decent amount To Kill time between love Those snares and nets Mine to surmount The sound of her feet across the concrete floor Giving me flowers Saying I'm an effective urinator From appetite to disgust and disgust to appetite I suppose the time has come I hear the knock Too late to run Blood on the sheets And now that I'm here all the time The friendly stuff is getting rough
Some congregate Some can be so small Some will have their choice In and out they all can run Hey hey hey hey Throw a sheet on over me By now all interests should have been lost Throw a sheet on over me Surely there is no opportunity cost Boiling water voice says How are ya how are ya how are ya Lemme shake ya hand lemme shake ya hand But it's too many or it's not enough And there are some real important standards to meet Don a mask for an expression Grab the uninsulated handle In the floor, pace a depression Or use the angry letter pen
Maybe stuck's not the right word I heard so-and-so is still in town And my friends at the Cat & Mouse Will buy me a drink if I come around I still recall her gentle sigh Saying wake up, the sun is up high Like a happy and sad song rolled into one Old boy sweating through his good suit Sarcastic whistling filling the room Still he tells me the point is moot 'Cause once she'd run down all smiles From the top of the stairs But what happens if you don't miss someone When they're not there Last night he slept under a plywood sheet Leaned it against a fence Tonight the strands of her long hair Would float to the floor while she danced What's one more grain of sand in a desert of regret Find a garbage bag, wrap yourself up Take the next bus home I'll carry on, it's all the way in Wish me luck buckaroo It's looking real grim Little shoulder in the palm of my hand Her presence alone bored me to no end Through what may come, by and by I'll think of her saying Wake up the sun is up high
Stumbling like a friggin' lout Perhaps the trash could be so kind As to take itself out Three slow knocks Might get you in for free Ice is the forgotten food Though one can act so cool Sometimes the sound of his own piss Can still seem to laugh him out of the room Three slow knocks Might get you in for free Ice is the forgotten food Though not forgotten by me Guck slow gunk silt goop sand Everything you had to give Always pretty bad
Grasshopper 01:44
Soot stains And sun burnt skin Trying to make things seem more fun than they are Gotta get a good go on "I deserve as much as I want" Did he sneak in, had he snuck in? Throwing valuable goods out my back door Gonna steal the grin off every glaring face Hero/victim can't be blamed Letting thoughts pour out like a decompressing hose Gonna start the international brotherhood of members Says he's really digging scat And he don't mean the singing Gotta watch yourself down here There be a lot of rotten people around here
Our Love 04:14
Wearing your boots And your belted dress Kiss after kiss it's senseless When all's a-glitter with luxury and light That's our love Squeezing things out from my skin Having the soap fill the holes in High cheekbones like a brick to my head And the heels of your shoes tear holes in the bed Smoke, flames and the evening sky That's our love Love her, leave her behind Find another, love her and leave her too Better go on somewhere else, or I'll go and leave you


released March 7, 2016

Rory Hinchey - Vocals, Additional Guitar
James McAdams - Guitar
Ben O'Brien - Bass
Evan Sidawi - Drums

All music by Alpha Strategy, 2015-6.
Lyrics by Rory Hinchey.
Recorded by Steve Albini at Electrical Audio, Chicago, February 2016.
Sleeve art collage by Rory Hinchey, images sourced from Romanian communist-era safety posters.


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