Swim for Your Country

by Father President

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released July 27, 2015

Recorded by Nick Dumitriu at Light Rail Studios (San Francisco, CA) July - December, 2014.

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Father President hails from San Francisco, a seaport city which, because its sailing men bring in the latest hit singles from China, is the hippest pop music spot in America.

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Track Name: God Bless the Torpedoes
She says it’s amazing
Ice cube in my headache
How tall is your craving?
It’s as big as a Chrissake

Used to be so contagious
Now I swim for my country
Fell apart for a soldier
Gave her up for a good cause

God bless the God damn torpedoes
Had to trigger, had to trigger it out
God damn and God bless libido
Had to figure, had to figure it out
Track Name: Sick at Sea
Cross your eyes and dot your teeth
For the second time tonight
You can’t negotiate with a facelift
Or a white collar priest

You can feel it in your holed-up cactus gown
Now your dress makes a whistling kind of sound
I’ve been cooling off my jets with compliments
You confess that your ear is to the ground

Circumscribe the globe with your clothes off
Til you’re so sick at sea
You can’t recuperate in casinos
With a heart for a spade

I can feel it in your dance academy frown
Now your chest makes a murmuring kind of sound
She’s saluting all the vets in monuments
It’s a test of the years into the ground

You can feel it in your holed-up cactus gown
Now your dress makes a whistling kind of sound
I’ve been cooling off my jets with compliments
You confess that your ear is to the ground
Track Name: Vatican Shots from Nairobi
Vatican Shots from Nairobi
Bleeding from the corners of my bed
Ringing out the words my mother told me
Diamonds stick to curious hands

Over the hills with the buzzards at the bottom of the Bay
Hey hey
Oh my god you were always just a Catholic mistake
Hey hey

Adequate clocks for attorneys
Reading out the warnings of the dead
Empty negatives from Missouri
Never trust your photogenic friends

Over the hills with the buzzards at the bottom of the Bay
Hey hey
Oh my god you were always just a Catholic mistake
Hey hey

Ethical drugs that carry our troops
Ethical drugs that carry our troops
Ethical drugs that carry our troops
All in mint condition for you
Track Name: Black Hearts of Men
Jump from a dream that was buried down deep in your sheets
To recall your favorite book from school
It may or may not have been the Black Hearts of Men
The Black Hearts of Men

Stuck on a train with a solitary eye in your back
To a dangerous hand in the blink of a sigh
It seems it’s happened once again, the Black Hearts of Men
The Black Hearts of Men

Lost in a calendar day
Tell ‘em where my heart is buried
Drinking all the seasonal cures
Blame it on the commissary
All the blood in the world
Sticking to the secretaries
Losing the forever war
Watching him watch all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
All the skinny girls
All the skinny girls
Love the men of black hearts
Love the men of black hearts
Track Name: Center of a Mile
I can’t figure
Getting bigger everyday
I can’t control the weight
I can’t fathom
How the monsters ate the lions and the lions ate the ghosts
I retire tomorrow
All the papers and the writers they just gotta hear me out

Say you’ll try, when I try
With the honorary dromedary crooks to my right
Restitution for the union
When the ordinary coronary burst out of spite

I gave birth to a halfway house girl
She is living at the center of a mile
The center of a mile

You can’t legislate when you’re kissing to the slaps
Fall on your face through the coffee table glass
She is living at the center of a mile
The center of a mile center of a mile
Track Name: Doctor Chernobyl
The doctor’s always in
Covered in golf, covered in gin
Famous for his hair
Never evolved, mouthful of sin
Pacing from the heat
Sleeps in the den, rubbing his feet

Keep it in time
Keep it in the family
Maybe you were right
Surgery is vanity

Selling beauty products from the back of my truck
Belly up in Tel-Aviv and under your thumb

Border towns are blanketed in blister pack junk
Vultures are American they eat us up

Doctor Chernobyl keeps his eye on you
Doctor Chernobyl keeps his eye on you

Never wastes a bit of blood ‘cause he knows it’ll ruin his shoes
Fumigates for a talking head but ingests the whole news crew
Ruminates in a foreign tongue on the radioactive blues
Track Name: Harder than Teeth
Congratulations Miss Lee
On your “Heart of Mercy” award
It’s a subtle thing, to wake the nations
But today you did

The sweat on the back of your knee
On the hottest day of the year
I don’t usually take ice in my water
But today I did

I could stare until I’m harder than teeth
Keep your keepsakes dry
You could rid yourself of all allergies
With your chin screwed straight

Indoctrination ain’t cheap
At the top of the mountain school
All the sherpas in all of Los Angeles will genuflect

All the wretched of the Earth but me
Drink the lake ‘til it’s dry
You could wash your hands of impurities
Get the kids scared straight

Infatuation for creeps
On the shortest night of the year
All the stepchildren and all of their mothers
Will say I did
Track Name: Glassy-Eyed Stare
You gave me, a glass eyed stare
A window, beneath your hair
A cold cue, you did not stir
You shouldn’t dance, when you don’t know the words

You gave me, a Pan Am smile
A window, to your Botox cares
You shouldn’t speak, when you don’t know the beat

Take what you need, of the airline artifacts
Choke on the sheets, leave a hotel autograph
Know when to breathe in the milkmaid laughing gas...laughing gas
Track Name: The Bomb + The Pill
Oh, you never have to worry
Just rest your head against the day
Half the sky is not a jury
And my blood is on a cigarette break

Yeah you’re doin’ it right
Casualties will make you cry
It could drop tonight
Cocktails and formaldehyde

Confiscate the belts and laces
Lest you wake up in the middle of a fight
Common tongues and native graces
Turning twenty on a tenement night

Yeah you’re doing it right
Casualties will make you cry
It could drop tonight

You said you’d take the bomb, the bomb and the pill
I cut my teeth all wrong, but that’s the drill
The bomb and the pill
The bomb and the pill
Track Name: Witch Man
She’s got a big wet cigar
Heads up the witch hunt too
Looks good in pictures
Sort of all of the time

Dried out in the mezzanine
Where the rent is a killer
Second ballot for the hall of fame
With a clear vendetta

She’s got a two year old
Keeps her in hospital too
Calls up the witch man
Who keeps his thoughts in a big black box

Crowned the king of the benzedrines
Licks the local flavor
Puts his fist through a beauty queen
Breaks his neck on the weather
Track Name: Christian Lovers
Christian lovers, hypothetical mothers
Won’t discover what’s on my mind
Parted brothers left under the water
Duck and cover to the beat of a dime

Christian mothers, hypothetical lovers
Won’t recover their young jaw lines
Captive druthers of fathers and daughters
Pulse and hover at the finish line

There’s a demon on the phone yeah the phone yeah
He’s calling me a drone yeah a drone yeah
Cause my head is full of holes now
And the kids are getting old now

Christian lovers, now we're Christian lovers
Christian lovers, now we're Christian lovers

There’s a demon on the phone yeah the phone yeah
He’s calling me a drone yeah a drone yeah
Cause my head is full of holes now
And the kids are getting old now
Track Name: The Whole Town
I’ve got the whole town, mad at me
You say you don’t care, but I cannot believe
Bureaucrats between your cynical thighs
They hide everything
The whole town
The whole town

She is macing the bed
Entrenched in a coat
Yeah I know it’s tragic, I love it when you smoke
A gentle stiletto in the corner of my throat
But it’s bad for business, it’s bad for your hair

You left your jacket in the living room
I don’t want to give it back to you
There’s a science to the sinister side
And the phone will ring
The whole town
The whole town

She is macing the bed
Entrenched in a coat
Yeah I know it’s tragic, I love it when you smoke
A gentle stiletto in the corner of my throat
But it’s bad for business, it’s bad for your hair
Yeah it’s bad for business, it’s worse for your hair

And the transbay tube will come unglued
Cause the lord is not your savior you’re just out on bad behavior
Social work don’t make a difference it’s the drugs in competition
With the whole town with the whole town