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Swim for Your Country

by Father President

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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
2.
Sick at Sea 03:42
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
Witch Man 02:30
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
11.
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
12.
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

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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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