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Borono

by Wood Burning Cat

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1.
Blue Paint 02:13
Overhead, the ceiling's painted blue and it is barely kept just outside of our grasp and we might reach it if we stood on tip toes on our chairs And up ahead, and over every hill we cannot speculate the pavement will continue we might find ourselves lost in the endless blue paint void Tumbling round and round with the engine wining as we plummet down tumbling round and round with the wheels still spinning searching for the ground Boundlessness is not the sort of thing we tend to celebrate we like our bedroom walls that we can decorate with fiction, block up our windows and insulate our walls with the conception that beyond our glass, beyond our yard and swing-set it is none of our concern, beyond the apple tree... Tumble round and round and your limbs will flail in desperate search of ground Tumble round and round and there's nothing you can wrap your arms around and when you break your voice no one will hear a sound.
2.
So now let me set the scene spent twelve hours watching TV and there's nothing else that I'd justify as a use of my time Let me clarify what I mean no literal walls around me and there's no posted guards as far as my window allows me to see and I watch the History Chanel a lot and I saw this special about a prison that didn't have to worry about locks 'cause there's thousands of acres of forests you could run if you want they'd even let you walk cause there's nowhere you could go exploring new frontiers of bored there's no point in opening doors and I haven't seen my shoes in so long I don't know where they are there's no point in looking for them there is no foreseeable end to this grand experiment testing effects of lack of stimulation on subjects isolated and indifferent and I watch the History Chanel a lot and I saw this special about the old west that told me you would have been shot if you walked around carrying a gun at your side like they always did in all of those old movies but who wants to believe that?
3.
Even Square 02:37
Even square tiles of concrete fill the holes the workers tore and even square tiles of concrete line the way to your front door Even square tiles of concrete in all directions stretching out twist and turn down every side street connect to every pastel house On my list of things to do regardless of how much I grow gain access to a time machine and kick my ass eight years ago but even if they chopped off our heads we could still sing these songs the bloody stumps of our necks screaming kiss me kiss me son of god (If I get my place in this line I could sit down where I choose and if the world is on my side...)
4.
Your skinny fingers grasp At anything they can reach You're shaking with every breath White knuckles carving filth into your chest You're sleeping on the streets Underneath the Stryker's awning Your face is caving in Your eyes are wide and your mind is still racing So wait Stop stepping on the cracks you'll break your mother's back Your recklessness has cost you everything And stop Your blood is growing thin, the hole has grown too big Your recklessness has cost you everything
5.
When the sun crashed through the window you stood prepared to fight and I watched it loose the contest to be the hardest on my eyes cause you had made its glow to be your own and I could barely look at you you're a white hot blur on my horizon and you're fucking up my view but the scenery grabs me by the eyes and I have no choice but to stare as your opponent walks through broken glass and you're remaining standing there and I don't know what I was expecting but I'm surprised at what I get some moments call for storm clouds even if you don't get wet so when the rays come like a semi truck across the densely traffic-ed lane if you would dive behind the Kustom stacks then I would gladly do the same cause I brought two copies of the script so I can help you with your lines this is the scene where you ask for a shoulder and I offer use of mine so in the shrapnel storm of broken glass if you could find it in your heart to embrace your made for TV role and just play your god damned part
6.
Corkboard 02:17
The stupid thing is I know just exactly what I'm up against and no strategic planning is going to save me from defeat and yet I'm stockpiling all my maps and .. and ammunition and sailing towards the front line with no plans of retreat and all because I was too dumb to play it cool to refuse invitation to adhere to simple rules the kid with the empty corkboard is not prepared to fight has no grasp of the etiquette is dead upon first sight when August came around I was too frustrated to follow through I found enough restraint to stop begging for replies from you choke the air supply behind our moving lips let my pen scratch all the shapes it wants but let your eyes never interpret it Like a stack of scratch off lotto tickets in the end the few rewards I get from you couldn't pay for half of what I spend the kid with the empty corkboard is sailing towards the land with reckless disabandon he will run aground again (Editors note: Of my greatest musical regrets, my failure to realize that "disabandon" is in absolutely no way an actual word is amongst the greatest.)
7.
Up in the sky is airplanes and clouds not the people who died, cause they're in the ground and they're all still alive, just not at the moment and so it goes I think I agree, for lack of a better theory I wouldn't know, but it makes me happy and that's all that counts, it keeps out the ulcers I get from thinking that hell is a place that someone would send me for having my doubts about magic zombies and that's not to say I've something against it that's not what I mean but I can accept when you flee the scene you're a broken machine just an empty body but why should that mean the things you said yesterday cease to matter? And you could suggest that I'm full of shit because I rarely let myself think about it and these are the songs I refuse to write I can't be exploitative but this is the truth and it doesn't seem sane just to block out the shit that envelopes my brain and I have earned the right, I'm not screaming for pity Just acknowledgment You're alive, just not at the moment and that shouldn't negate all that came before it you're always alive in 30 years prior and so it goes.
8.
Everyone applauded then regardless of the outcome in that specific moment in that specific moment when it seemed that your ambition made up for lack of talent it all seemed so exciting in that specific moment but it seems that since you got the hang of it nobody whats to put up with your shit and now that they are onto you you can't get their attention, you just force the elevation of drunken conversation and now that they all eye the door just what the hell is the stage for it just gets so depressing it just gets so depressing so you make it clear you'd rather not be there and somehow you still expect them all to care the clapter never wavered when the talent was emerging in that specific moment in that specific moment when it seemed that your potential was limitless and reachable in that specific moment in that specific moment

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Borono was the second Wood Burning Cat record, released at the tail end of the Tony Bitetti era. It was recorded in the basement of the apartment we shared in Orono.

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released February 28, 2009

Recorded at Hogan Recordings by Tony Bitetti. Mixed by Tony Bitetti. Quasi-mastered by Jason Unterreiner. Cover photography by Eryk Salvaggio.

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