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Bummer City's Best Lawn

by La Chancla

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1.
Dance on a wire, Spin on a dime, Flip like it's finished, Flop like it's fine, l a c h a n c l a La Chancla L a C h a n c l a
2.
Perceive it, like an open palm Real? Or just forced it Finger's reading scrawled Let him who has ears, hear an "open" word Caught in a snare like a futile curse Left to yourself on a pile of dirt Each one returns to it's place of birth Star crossed: we ascribe As if the stars could show us inside. I cant gaze behind your eyes And I'm helpless not to real-I-ze Wrestle with fate till you bruise your side. Thorn in the flesh of sun-baked hide Spent too much time - in the coffin of [en]light[enment] Snakeskin arise as a turncoat guise Gold-tongue-ed words to soon arrive Lions will sift - through the trough of lies Star crossed: we ascribe As if the stars could show us inside. I cant gaze behind your eyes But I'm helpless not to real-I-ze I see you reaching out, all the while with a thorn in my side You've played along the whispering doubts, crying out: Orpheus be my guide! But what now of the hollow cage? What now of the skeleton of Eden? Crumbling to piles of dust! What now of the bones we hold? What now if we were to drop them? Splashing, they fall in the chasm! Hands held clean like paranoia Once dirty as a newborn's curse! Yielding to a will I often misread! Silent moment with the echo aside, presiding at my wake like some ringmaster guy Fearful moment with the rising tide, abiding at my side like the horizon'd sky Cackles hollow as they draw nigh', riding on a broom as the black bat flys, as the black bat flys Walking the line past the row of ferns and of course mocked I will return  And mocked I'll return, as I slowly die As I slowly die, the dark wings hover, falsely by As I slowly die, the three rings become the stage for life
3.
Never been the dice throwing type But, my lots cast like an open net Something's awry, some fishy yield Some one will cry, some desperate feel Sheol sheets tucked in, dew graced sheepskin, again, again Made a bet, chips placed all in With regret, signed, Your friend The coughing's getting worse now Smoker's Throat™ , a trademark. The coffin's in the hearse now Door shut, cold and dark. Dull like a number 2, that bland yellow brand Eyes stung all day like a word in demand Ache like an overdue tooth But it's fine like an overdue book Forget all the promises kept, and keep all the words you have left- to yourself Should I engage with some active sense of purpose? Futile frogs lept from the creek, all forfeit A spiel recited, robotic, times and events like clay- Crumbling in loops, like Cheerios in breakfast soup Tiptoe past expectations, wait till they're there (and with you) Running water tripped, I heard a sound on the stair (Is there issue?) Glanced in the room to the bed, left made with such care (seemingly bid adieu) Stubborn you descended, stubborn I pretended, unfair! (and you, in need of tissues) Should I engage with some active sense of purpose? Futile frogs lept from the creek, all forfeit A spiel recited, robotic, times and events like clay- Crumbling in loops like Cheerios in breakfast soup I do what I don't want to do I don't do what I want to do Lift off in a Skuballoon As if I have something to prove A standard born and crushing like an anvil Self-inflicted couch-stay of a gavel Hope of candy ringlet rescue [We are not endorsed by Lifesavers®, owned by Wrigley Jr!] Cause I can't handle one more excuse.
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Silvertongue 04:18
I was taught to fight pug-nosed bullies Self righteous like a picket sign I was taught to stand for something As long as I didn't sit down for mine Fighting the bull as a small bronze girl Defense quickly turns to threats Already on top with ropes and scales Calling the shots, taking the bets s-s-s-s-Silvertongue, s-s-s-silvertongue, It's b-b-b-b-blessing and curse. s-s-s-s -Silvertongue, Insults can be slung in verse. Maintaining the look of cool in the day Hiding behind smiles at night I drew a pocketknife to prove I was someone Even though I knew better than to start a fight Modeled like a glue stained balsa jet Held together in tiny hands Efforts to make it seem real or even something But so it goes with pitch perfect plans So I've let my words lash out like knives, a silver set, polished to shine Sharper than a thoughtful cow So if I could take back each time By being silent now [x2] Darker than a blood moon's glow So if I could take back each time By being silent now [x2] s-s-s-s-Silvertonguee s--s-s-silvertongue, What fate could remain worse? S-s-s-sSilvertongue, s-s-s-s-silvertongue, Insults can be slung in verse. Don't praise my efforts, or lull to my charm Disease on my tongue, flys forth swarms of harm Or could it be the fatal reverse? My curse a gift to bring forth worth? [Near, Dallas, TX] Laid as bricks and set in place, no longer at a sneering face! If I could take back each time by being silent now... I'd probably never speak again.
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Space Grab 05:05
There I fall, embracing the ground, As a homely estate, laying low to be found Facing the weight of my fate. Skinned knee, but my Band-Aids will save me Tie the laces like trust, spin the wheels to prove hardy Roller skates, on the brink of the ring at the rink, dropped my sign down the sink and (re)covered her hair, oh what would the angels think? One season at a time, just like you said One step for each season, ground collided with tread Help me Holy Lord, I feel the dark of earthly dread the pull of soil to which I'm planted With this noose around my neck When the foggy hand crawls like a mask and the shape- [You're] stalked and haunted at night in a seaside escape, Hold onto the pour as it rains on drab landscapes Alive and feeling more as the droplets take shape on my skin and spread, oh where could we be found attached to the Head or attached at the hip like a crippled freak on a sideshow stage as they speak of the horrors inside the cage of a tent where I live and I die! When the angelic choruses raise, we, lift our voices as the tune of carols we sung, praise subtlety! And I shudder to think that the words on my lips carry weight like the burden of grief And you know what they'll think when they see Mercy hover over and crawl up to me, as He hung on a tree, and I've nothing left to hold dearest and close but the sigil of breath in this clay. Pressed in with shapes and lit in the kiln to be traced back to the initial place from where it came. Signed, sincerely Yours. Tending the ground as garden I'm placed in, Down in the holes through the tunnels of gravity Lucid like stardust and soaring like comets Tied to the Earth but floating through galaxies Sweat from my brow, toil in the workday Hold me now, while I call out the doomsday Tend to the shoots and leaves in Your rescue Cosmic Hand outstretched, along with the fresh dew Enamored with a dark sky of realities Lulled through the circle into the Heavenlies Everything that I hold, dust bunnies and ashes Focus intent on the cleanse of those lashes The Word became dirt and took flesh on! You are past the void! One with totality of God in the Son You are there!
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Adept, we suffer, inclined to separate, but a part of each other, Wrought from the Big Bang Boom, but at all from my hand? Well that's another, -story. With one foot anchored in the dirt, like our first child, neatly dispersed. Choke back any hint of tears, tell the truth, and pull back the noose that calls you cursed. The space of separation is where I lay If I could get it through my head, I would be okay My reputation's tread with teeter totter blackmail grist Swinging kick to the gut like a skinhead hobnail, then a fist Cause oftentimes the syrupy pull holds me in place, running still, losing the race. Treading molasses only to float, as if a blue ribbon could bolster a boast! I have nothing to show for it I have nothing to show for it - - - - But I have something to show for it: Imputation Blood pours over me I can't help but let it permeate, Run through my body like the lightning's fate 12 pins down, and pray my soul to take! A lion tamed, whipped out of rage, A chorus sung with ageless range, A vanishing act like a Vegas Stage, appearing near with unending grace The space of separation is where I lay If I could it through my head I would be okay Who is man that You are mindful of him? Who am I through the mirror dim? Where can death be festivities? Defer to Your "absurd" proclivity!
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Never thought that I'd grapple As a snake, who lost it's rattle Never thought venom would infect me and instead let it resurrect me! Shaking hands with a cloven hoof Makings friends, but staying aloof Dis-empowered, known in hindsight Feeling the hunger of the limelight Greasy grip like a silver spoon Prodding headache like Jason's IVth [or was it third?] harpoon! Slick it back with a comb and a tear Be sure to let them know what's "really" there! Swap one mask out for another, Was it the way that killed your mother? Will it slay like a harvest scythe? Will it yield like the crucified Christ? Oh No! Drink in the parade in a warbled glare Gorged on the thought of a carnal fair The finest places at all the best tables, Feather in my cap and call it all: "The Best Fables!" (Should've gone with macaroni instead) Choice clothes and knapsack of [fake] news Whoever thought I'd be the one to misuse All the time allotted for gentile calls With snarls and a heavy, panting maw? Swap one mask out for another Was it the way that killed your mother? Will it slay like a harvest scythe? Will it yield like the Crucified Christ? Oh No! ~ ~ Swap one mask out for another Was it the way that killed your mother? Will it slay like a harvest scythe? Will it yield like the crucified Christ? Oh No! [ad infinitum]
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3D Panoramic World Ender! Put the glasses on, red & blue mixed lens The Monster That Challenged Earth, paranoia never ends! Frozen with awe, straw on your lips Coke sipped quick with a gaze transfixed Fearsome Tarantula crawling nigh, Up and over the wall The size of an Econoline [150, but not as big as a 350], A few feet shy, spindly as it crawls 3D Panoramic World Ender! A Galactus that swallows planets for lunch! A dynamite fuse, Cosmic Egg or Big Crunch? Big Bird, Bronze Bull, Old Heavens ----> New Earth Can't stop the inevitable up until the rebirth! Sloppily slap a band-aid on a volcano, with lava set to blow! Nuclear brick stuck to your T-shirt, iridescent glow Gaze upon destruction, Silver screens a distant thought Judgment scrolls unfold, As prophecies foretold, Ancient vengeance wrought Varied plagues subdue our clay, Swarming locust in the air Recapitulate the caustic way, Through nuclear warfare! Doomsday cults with their Kool Aid, blue, (Or was it red, as I died with you?) Under a brimstone sky, raining true, Halfway in the grave, but without a clue: Wind rider weather, hell bent for leather, Speed metal fire and the stars scream forever! DEPROGRAM! Resolve! DEPROGRAM! Involve! REPROGRAM! Evolve! REPROGRAM! Till Salt!
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Thunderhog 04:49
A storm brewed in the depths of the woods Influx of demand and Chromeo goods Out of the moss grew a beast made of light Motherboard brains in a body of fright Composed of the raging keystrokes sent, "Well I never" 's and revenge, hellbent! Ominous gizmos and the clicking of gears Socialized tech skin and mechanized fears! The rumble of thunder, the tumble inside As hot air expands past online bon-a-fides Microchip hymns sing to the whir of his humming Frenetic tones and incessant drumming The image of a beast, to sell and trade, Thunderhog, Tech god, with teeth made of blades Should he arise from the tumultuous crash Possess those, he will, with foul, spitting trash And Lo! Through the fog, a shape draws near! The rumble of thunder, the tumble inside As hot air expands past online bon-a-fides Microchip hymns sing to the whir of his humming Frenetic tones and incessant drumming The image of a beast, to sell and trade, Thunderhog, Tech god, with teeth made of blades Should he arise from the tumultuous crash Possess those, he will, with foul, spitting trash Run from the tow'rs, if you have an ear to hear! Thunderhog, [Thunderhog] in the night, Thunderhog, Thunderhog burning bright A threat in it's mouth and a flame in its mind Thunderhog, Thunderhog, it's almost time! And it rose from the depths of the fog as hot breath curled up from it's snout! Not a gasp could I make, though it's very sight demanded a litany of shouts! With an eye gleam, it spied me and I was frozen like a good boy should freeze, when he sees such a beast! The Four Horsemen of the Techno-pocalypse ride! Out of the Cloud and into a blueprint copyright sky! Sell your privacy for a glutton-feast of ad-driven opiate foods: Living in a death-cocoon with rippling hunchback wounds! Beware of this beast, lest your soul, it corrupt. And end to our dreams, death abrupt!
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Easter Wings 05:07
I tried to tend the garden a few houses over But that silly fence got in my way Couldn't tend the garden of my lover Repeat like a skip, like a skip, like a skip-every-day Each plot of land bought with intent to thrive Each spotted hand, a blight of mine [Remembering only how it always slipped my mind] Clipping shoots with sloppy haste Poured the suds sod like a drunk in a haze I'm hoping that I didn't waste All the reasons, all the ways Hey Adam, where are you? Under a fig leaf, surely snug Oh, I was naked, so I hid I was shaken as you bid me out from the trees and into my needs Spreading rot like it was chicken feed Oh the shears go click and I hope not to miss it But severed here the fruit from the tree, and now You see And I'll resist, it wasn't she, but me! Tasted fruit, tar pitched as fun (It led to)Wasted youth, scorched by the sun! What grief abounds, what sorrows lend? Where the wine is rich and sickness mends... [Verse 2] Out in the dessert for nearly 40 years... Well it was more like 40 days! Covered in the skin of the slain Not without birth pangs but no longer blood stained Bone of my bone and grass of my grass, chained to the earth with ascending panache! When the walls came tumbling down, so to my wicker crown, and in death, I'm found: Permit me then, with abled fleet, To rise with larks in harmony, Doubts along with surety, and sing this day, Thy Victories I have nothing on my own Lizard limping towards Your throne Yet, crown bestowed with rings and robe With sonship as our only tone Gracious grasp, let me combine Clinging still with my wounded plea "For if I imp my wing on Thine Affliction shall advance the flight in me" Yielding as the "Conquered" One Fruitful youth in the Eschaton! Till the ground, the self must end Toil? Sure; but now my friend If affliction then is ours, such an anchoring in store! "We are the trees whom shaking fastens more!"

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La Chancla's First LP.

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released March 5, 2019

Guitars: Luke Vaughn
Drums: Gideon Powers
Bass: Will Gough
Vocals: Cliff Martin

Tracked at Bridge Studio through His Muscians Pool by Steffen Gastineau
Mixed by Daniel Gumm
Mastered by Joe Causey (Voyage Mastering)

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La Chancla Kansas City, Missouri

Out they came, from a pile of radioactive ooze, mutated through the ages to the tune of halcyon humming and the aural auras of intergalactic crickets, and rising now, instruments of cosmic tomfoolery in hand... La Chancla!

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