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Music for a While

by Liam the Younger

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Here is an abandonment of form S’okay by me I’m the apology individual But today I won’t say sorry Strange lover Unchained dreamer Suddenly far away Like driving outside New Orleans then finding myself in Eastern Europe Phenomenologically, yes Opening eyes on one continent then blinking onto the next Oh, there’s no story Discrete, discrete moments without history Honey I’ve seen love make a fool of a man I’ve been a fool too I’ve sung to myself Sitting in the grass in the spring, in the world Oh, frisson’s memory Language cleaves Though even dogs can write Against the trees Depressive summer breeze Set your perfumes after me 100 feet in the canopy Not very church-like, but God’s will is in the wild life An eye for an eye but I’ll keep mine First among equals Animals and people Smoking, drinking, high in the night Poetics has its archetypes Carpenters, builders, and masons Managers and agents Academics and the like Not the most interesting question, but, Why write poetry? Say the thing clearly Well, that’s exactly why Oh, and sometimes it’s exciting To unearth my eccentricities Fingers tapping at my mind Thoughts and things Are lost on me I’m waiting for a friend Again, again, I’m waiting for a friend Visiting the gardens Sitting on a bus Sifting through the junk shops Picking flowers from the ravine Stuck in empty bottles Etcetera etcetera Activities in the heat Something pitiable about the past Hemming in today Tomorrow seems so far away And forever feels like yesterday In other words: The past, present, and future are already incomprehensible Buddy, you’re stuck in a rut Days become scattershot Occasionally waking up in the wrong world Waking up in an obstacle course First bad, then worse Falling down the stairs backwards Spill that spoiled milk Caught dreaming again Caught in a dream again Joy expresses itself And for what it’s worth So does everything else I’m outta my head An ocean may divide us, but I think we’re surrounded Night after night after night Will this world’s madness never end? Take a deep breath, friend Now let’s descend Travelling partners in the ditch Bandanas tied to sticks Lots of days of lots of work for equal love of equal worth I don’t want to be inscrutable: I’ve been lucky to know you Helping the poor struggler And how quickly hell might turn into paradise Meaning, a better world More curious, less cruel All in good time In my time It’s over Always dark Always blue Always cold And always shrewd Given myself to myself Highway window starer Enjoyer of songs Gutter boy, gift boy Kissing boy, romantic boy Bite your lip Uncross your arms Improve your attitude And scowl less Open your fist and let the slime run through Caught dreaming again Caught in a dream again A thousand weekends of garage sale flyers Never taken down The first night I was in your car You drove the wrong way down a one way street And still we’re never turning around For better or worse Baby, we’re cursed As I walk to the grocery store, in context with the street and passersby, I can see I’m out of step Skinny in the reflection of blacked out glass Oh, will the sunlight calm me? My worries about his state of mind That we may rest in peace while we’re still alive Watch me dance and laugh and sing Do re mi fa so la ti do Delightfully directionless and dumb Caught dreaming again Caught in a dream again There seems to be no escape
Enamoured of flowers found in the dustbin Echoes of mania dissolved by devotion In the grip of a cool evening I find life to be something of a dream Sometimes merrily Sometimes not Learning to live I’m aging, I’m humming and buzzing Breeze laughter Nowhere in particular to go But happy to travel Love finds company and hate finds contempt Strangers and strangers Friends and friends Walking the streets Dizzy dizzy again Within reach of the sky Further into the night Throw me in your cauldron Hold me in your arms again I’m your charm Often but not always I forget what joy we’ve set in waiting for ourselves Often but not always
I feared myself in the heath Like hounds Like falling down I was a kid and the dogs were forever bigger Awesome reaching hands of the past clutching at me in my sleep To crop and enhance Magically, always, enhance enhance Pull back the camera to my memory Now close up, closer still, until I wake up and the morning construction begins again Each scene is a song Sunlight is a game A day today What to do? Read about collapsing of all sorts Rana plaza, C.C. and nuclear war God, I’m afraid of nuclear war Don’t buy new clothing from a chain store Watch the crows waiting at a red light Crows crossing at the cross walk Are we being encircled? Is this a threat or a romance? Friends without a language An antidote to be poisoned Letting the snakes bite you A particular madness A dramatic reenactment Spinning out tears for my own web Personal historical development No more suffering for artifice Drama isn’t negative Don’t we all live for it? Boring people get bored I’m shivering thinking about them Prayers are harmless and I’ll pray for you Talking to people can be helpful too Not everyone is hell bent on being cruel But the question that’s nagging me today How do we forget about the sense of things? or Can a certain nonsense be meaningful? The nonsense of spacing out, forgetting to eat Forgetting to push the fucking button I’m lost with rationality In what order, if any, should we approach the intractable from our sick-bed? Until we’ve regained our strength sabotage the management It was all a trick and they fell for it Not reformed or reconstructed Unreleased from our habits Probation granted Let’s skip the border Where are we going? Well, we’re going further Forward without bitterness It’s later than you think Doing what we want for our own good Stay awhile Have another drink So the day to day keeps going on and on The landscape churns Laughter echoes through the halls Open to fantasy Putting on disguises Look at that We’re invisible Now more than before More support Spilling all your angel guts across the floor Not too bad but always wanting more I’m that dusk That perfume of descending air Running in the grass Lying in the fields My heart is in my hands Feels like I’m dubbing on air Sunny turns away August moon day Heaven waiting underground Dance like nothing exists The impossibility of stopping this awful thing may exceed and surround us Filled up with wild fear But if you say it is what it is then take a knife to what it is
I’m waiting I’m falling I’m waiting I’m falling I’m drowning Call me Darling In the morning call me, darling Tattoo of a spider inside of your knee Never never smiling Collar and chipped teeth Crooked spine Time is laughing Nine years Brewing tea Breathing into a feeling I was younger Shuffling on Bronx streets Designing Longing grossly Drunkly bitter smoking Out of my mind in the dungeon Witching hour covers me When the weather gets colder and I’m tired I get to wondering about old times If it was that bad Previous imaginings melt away from me Who knows or cares what I might have been One tends to forget these things anyway I’m me, in my way, perfect and angel-like Whatever I was worried about yesterday is old news And now I feel that I am old too
It’s true I don’t mean to I don’t mean to I don’t And it’s you I don’t mean to I don’t mean to fawn too much Born to lose Lost in a thought Lost in a dream Lost at sea N for New York N for New Jersey N for nowhere, nothing, nobody It’s true I don’t mean to Howdy pardner I think it’s time to leave And it’s you If I’m mean to Scald my tongue Never gonna walk past that Explain to me something, anything Repeat a very good spell on me Four years sanctioned by the state Got that paper in a drawer If I’m running in the shadows If I’m calling you babe that’s me reaching for something that isn’t there Off with his mind Off with his mind Keep yours and mine Our hands are tied together with twine A thousand needles, a thousand eyes Jack of diamonds is a hard card to find But we found it in time on the borderline Nightlife in the dead of night Life after death Living dead, is it, then? Learning to be a person again Learning to be free from, at least, one particularly toxic symbology Yeah, we criminals Illegal against a vindictive and hateful world falling further into fash tendencies No halos A one star review
Witches flying Boy Child crying Reaching the edges of my mind Substitutiary locomotion Suits of armour full of life Word magic, act magic A reason to believe Lest we break the spell and all fall down Eglantine, Eglantine Oh, how you shine Mobilized against fear and ignorance Oh yeah If you’re feeling down You can talk with me I’ll be around We can enjoy the pleasures of the apartment block Tea or alcohol Images in the smoke spiraling again toward midnight A glass held to the moon awakens ancient memories Secret family, secret history Peacock angel Conjuring djinn My private sorcery The sigil worked! And now I live in Toronto With you My great grandmother was born in Asia Minor seventy years after the Greek Revolution Seventy years being two and a half times longer than I’ve been alive And thirty years less than the hundred she lived for Paths crossing, world turning Endless and always ending Each day’s chance, like An odd toss The past is always there to draw and learn from I am thankful for this You fell asleep next to me as I looked at scans of the Kitab al-Bulhan And I wonder Where’m I gonna go? Who’m I gonna be? Who’m I gonna I know? What’s that calling out to me? And I wonder And I wonder


"All you want is to imprison me, and show me that there is a huge spider inside the wardrobe as big as a man. And we will spend the rest of our lives staring at it, admiring it, knowing it."
--Ethel, La femme publique
Liam Betson: vocals, synthesizer, and software
Jonathan LeBlanc: additional vocals on Obstacle Course
Recorded at home between May 2017 and March 2018
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk
Photography by Jonathan LeBlanc
All songs written by Liam Betson
Released by A Learning Computer in 2018
Dedicated to Leonard Ke


released June 15, 2018


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Liam the Younger

Liam Betson is a North American songwriter.

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