Half Mast - Ceschi

4 years old

I was in a playground digging for bones

Underneath the wood chips

Under the stones

Searching for the dead and gone

Dinosaurs with their dead end songs

And then

When I was 7

I planted 20 peach pits in the backyard

One of them grew up to be a tree with 50 arms

It bore the sweetest fruit I’ve ever tasted

And the roots tore through the dirt

Tore through the pavement

All these animals

With their paws in traps

All the animals

In this bar make me laugh

It’s the way that our faces sink at half mast

It’s the way that our bodies stink (make noise)

I already know them by heart

I’ve memorized their reflections

And know the art

I’ve felt the rush of a big bet

And got the scars

Covering each bit of this chest

We’ll play our parts

But every performance will end

So if this is really the start of the finish

I guess I gotta go ahead and settle for chipping away at the infinite…

Only felt alive for a minute’s time…

All I ever wanted was to be significant — not losing in my prime

Sacrificing my body pocket and mind

For a taste of it

Spitting in the face of it

They love it when a man plummets

I’d pray but I can’t stomach that rubbish

Where do they really want to go when they die?

In the clouds with the most high?

Underground or the sky with a clown-like «BIG GUY»?

In a wooden box

With a suit and tie

So the boll weevils can hide

With some maggots in between toenails

While arachnids swim inside bone marrow?

Or would they prefer to go sterile?

God Dammit

I’m locked inside this unforgiving planet

Where people chant of freedom and revolution

But have never had it

So I’ve been on a quest to find a way out of inevitable gravity and death

And I’m at a turning point

Wondering if I should quit now

But it’s all in jest

I feel I’m dick deep

And the writer’s block raping my brain

Is editing out all the ways I want to say «fuck you» in good taste

This is an album

About low living

Sucking up dust and discovering quickly

That the truth is unforgiving

All these animals

With their paws in traps

All the animals

In this bar make me laugh

It’s the way that our faces sink at half mast

It’s the way that our bodies stink

9 years old

Saw a man get shot in the road:

Robbed a bank

Never made it home

That’s my fucking hero though

A gambler with no soul

Took a risk

Buried in a hole

When I was 12

I dreamt Abuelo never went to hell

I dreamt he never shot and killed himself

In that Puerto Rican motel

Where the cane rum sunk into the shelves

I painted him in heaven

I made believe my father kept clean

That addiction wasn’t built inside of me

Or David

But the tree is still growing

And it seems

That the fruit it bore 10 years before just wasn’t so sweet

Julius

I must say

I must say

I never thought you would fade

Julius

I must say

I must say

I never thought you would

Julius

I must say

I must say

I never thought you would fade

Julius

I must say

I must say

I must say

I must say…

All these animals

With their paws in traps

All the animals

In this bar make me laugh

It’s the way we’re all sinking at half mast

It’s Half Mast