No​-​Rope, Barbed Wire, Loser Leaves Town: The Training Tapes

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tracks 1-3 appeared on the For the Marks EP (Feb. 2019)
tracks 4-11 appeared on the Strong Style EP (Jan. 2018)
tracks 12-17 appeared on the Heel Turn EP (Sep. 2018)

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released May 25, 2019

Mari Deweese - vocals, guitar
Mike Roach - washboard, bass guitar, spoken word

tracks 1-8, 10, and 17 written by Deweese
tracks 9 and 11 written by Roach
tracks 12-16 written by Deweese/Roach

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blood like wine. Memphis, Tennessee

Strong Style Memphis folk. Haunting, gorgeous, raw, unique - just like this city. Translation: a hood-ass punk band with acoustic instruments. Vocalist/guitarist/poet Dizzy Mari and Mike Roach on washboard and bass guitar.

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Track Name: Set My Eyes on Sweet
You shine through limbs of bone
Under a skeletal tree
I sing with a throat of stone
Your body floats alone
An iron swing, a loosened ring
I find

I take
The ringless hands
A sea of sands, the withered fern
A still heart must burn, must burn
Some music speaks
Of dark, darker lands
I know you will return

You shine
Track Name: Elysium
When in the dusk of life I come
And stand alone at the gates of death
And find myself so far from home
With none mourning my last breath

I will hold up my head and walk the path
To Elysium

And when my spark of life goes out at last
And I am engulfed by soothing shades
I shall not fear my past
And I’ll walk on, and let my memory fade

In that place where all flaws are erased
Elysium

And when I look and see the moon no more
Nor rocks and trees that once comforted me
And realize I’ve past through death’s door
I will rest, and in that sleep I’ll see

That hurt and pain have let me be free
Let me be free

Elysium
Track Name: Goose Drank the Wine
I heard a voice when i was younger
Told me about a chariot
Said one day it would come down low for me
Nothing to say on the day it comes down swinging

So all my life I've been afraid of that
Chariot creeping up on me
But I ain't scared anymore
I'm swinging

I heard a voice when i was a child
Told me about a reaper
Said one day it would come, a shadow, for me
Nothing to say when the blade falls swinging

So all my life I've been afraid of that
Reaper creeping up on me
But Iain't scared anymore
I'm swinging

Here we go now
Here we go now
Goin' down swingin'
I ain't going down without a fight
I ain’t going down

I heard a voice whisper in my ear, said
"Meet me at the old oak tree
The one we used to know,
I'll be waiting there for you"
So here I am, at the end of all my...

Here we go now
Here we go now
Swinging
Track Name: Taylor Swift on Quaaludes
I don’t know about you
But I don’t wanna feel anything
Dude looks at me and I
twist that D string
tighter.

One day I’ll be rockin’ them
pockets like Ginny Dub pulped out
downstream,
After weeks of understanding
All too well that nothin’ is rare.
And what is left
is standing there
Wearing a white dress
While the train pulls out,
And it’s raining, the cold kind.

This sick beat squeezes saline out
Of wild lettuce,
And a broken goat screams,
"Trouble!"
And the blood on my doorframe claims
The Angel of Death
Needs more red.
Track Name: This Joke Has No Punchline
I’ve been told I have an evil smile
I’ve been told I have an evil smile
I’ve been told I have an evil smile
I’ve been told
And did you ever think
That I’m smilin' at myself,
And I am not smilin' at you?
But if you think that my smile is evil
Then maybe I am too


I’ve been told that I have a wicked laugh
By those too dumb to recognize
The best punchline is silence
I have a wicked laugh
I’ve been told
And do you ever think
That I’m laughin' at myself,
And I am not laughing at you?
But if you think that my laugh is wicked
Then maybe I am too

I’ve been told some serious shit

I’ve been told that i have a careless heart
But it ain’t no colder than your side of the bed at 2 a.m.
I have a careless heart
I’ve been told
Why did you never know
That I cared less for myself
Than I ever cared for you?
But if you think that my heart is careless
Well I say yours is too
Track Name: Shivervisions on the Hill Slough
Dirty palms, filthified
by bad well water, rusted pump
guarding the chimney left to rot
to demarcate the horror
of the house where blood
traveled through veins
and seminal
leavings, leering
patriarchs with fingers gobbling
up the promise
of the new, I wipe my hands
and try
to shake the ghosts away.

Red earth, bean shoots breaking
into the scorch, the old hog house
still stinks.
Scored lines crisscross in curves along
the edge of cleared
ground and bush, poke
stalks bulging scarlet through the green
where we took their heads for sallet.

Mudcaked and duckweeded up to
midthigh, but a gar musta
got the brimbait -
hook is empty on the line.

In the holler where the arrowheads
grow, the old spring still
cries. Tears gather in the hole
to spill into the crick that flows down
to the Harican, which joins up
with the Hill, where I
wait in a nightdress
from my great grandmother, eaten
by wolves and moths
and fire, the water not enough
to wash me clean from all
the dirty palms that came before me.

Wading further into this body I lift
feet and float beyond the Horseshoe
Bend, beyond the Green River,
past the voices of children
hiding under the foundation,
past the fear avuncular,
past the death of innocence nailed
in pieces to the walls of missing
memory, past waking, past sleeping,
into the vast unconscious.
Track Name: Getting Color with Kahlo
And how it happens is
One day you get too tired
To care anymore
And up until then
Holding those shears so close
Hurt too much

"What if I bleed out?"
"I swore I'd never sever
this reddest of threads."

But then one night the heaviness
Slips off like snakeskin
Scratchy, mostly just
Way too tight

Stretching my sinew, see
The heap of flesh
Left on the lino
Sweep it to the side
To the side

I pick up the pair
that fell to the floor
Wipe clean the blades
A vein trails
Track Name: Rye
Stay is a command for dogs.
I knew that, once.
Still in this openness I
stand, foolflesh naked with a nail gun,
cold tip on
temple, tender
eyes squeezed against invisible light.
(When did sky become field? These stobs
have hurt my feet, and I don't want this
straw stuck in my teeth.)
Rock or sand, our beach
burns fires out in the gulf.
If I leave this spot still breathing
(I will) I will look
through that little
window I remember
on the north side of your shadow, think
of when the forest turned to salt, I swear it.
Track Name: I'm Not Finished with You
A bloody, brutal bottom-feeding failure of a bus station bathroom stall floor abortion
A pickle jar full of placenta shattered over the skull of a loved one
The bastard seed of a McCoy dick in a Hatfield whore
A boxcar and a jug of wine
And a straight razor if you get too close to me
A metaparasite working through a robotic form
Singing with a voice stolen from a murdered angel
Who died the passive death of a lullaby before a sweet dream
Track Name: They Don't Make Them Like This Anymore
Play.
Lying in my bed with a monster
squatting on my chest as he sucks
out my eyeballs, I try to stop
the squeaking of my box springs but
I can't hold back the vomit.
My head
ejects at the exact
moment I hear the tendons behind
my sternum crack. A Chinese New Year
swirls in the corners. Fast forward.
And you want me to remember
and get wet just like I used to for you
(this quim exudes colossal lies)
braced for a moment
when you bust
and whimper that I always am
a whore AND
a thief, BUT,
oh!
Oh
how you want that crooked
piece up in me anyways,
as it is,
you say,
the only place you've ever
felt like home. Rewind.
I can't hold back the vomit.
Stop.
You can never go home again.
Track Name: Giantsbane
The minutia – the ephemera – pregnant with their own individual fundamentalist family trees have been split into great eras folklore never felt much need for. All the plagiarized diary entries from dismembered entities, fairy-told in dulcet tones, that we were raised on have been beaten to shit, stretched into submission, battered into an unsentimental fare-thee-well.

Ring around the insects
Pockets full of Xanax
Ashes (to) ashes
We’re all gone now
Track Name: Kayfabe
Drunken mayor missed my baptism bloodbath
Slept as I burned the bastard cradle black
And killed every goddamn thing that stood in my path

Holding to hope for some black velvet dreams
Tension in the shift blew the faultline at the seams
Top 3 bullet of the century

This muddy river won't make me clean
Muddy river won't make me clean
All these bones hiding beneath
Can't hold as many secrets as me

I was the loneliest bastard that ever lived
Ghosts got nothin' on the glare of a lamp in the wrong circumstances
Riverside sweat ripplin' down the masses

Skinnin' me alive won't make me any deader
Make up something to make sure they remember
Cuz sometimes the myth is better

Give me your guilt and innocence, sick and insane
In all your sorrowfully reminiscent dementia
And keep your gas chambers primed for the sons of Cain
Track Name: Tombstone Tempest
I can't tell you how many times
I've been hit by parked cars
I can't tell you how many times
I've been hit by parked cars
And let the everlasting clothesline
Bind my arms in the backyard

In my back pocket, I keep a story
That I don't and won't ever tell you
In my back pocket, I keep a story
That I don't and won't ever tell you
So pretentious, it's already bored me
I just hope it sells a copy or two

What am I to do
When what holds me together isn't glue?
I digress, my answer is yes
And I don't want a no from you

Hook, line, and sinker; bruised ocean blue
A sordid prelude to this forever
Hook, line, and sinker; bruised ocean blue
A sordid prelude to this forever
The kind you couldn't warm to
If we were martyrs together
Track Name: Tourmaline, It's Time to Let Go
I slip out of the evening like a bath gone cold
It drips over my shoulders where I stand
Distant drums beat in my belly
I breathe in the clouds obscuring the stars and exhale
Celestial shotgun to clear my mind
And a bud begins to loosen in its veridian sheath
I welcome the dark, waiting

My thoughts ascend to the sky robbed of evanescent curtains
Orion calls me by a new name
But it's always been mine
And I shiver, I scream at the infinite
Age has rearranged in me a sharp, scarring truth
With which only this particular place could have ever presented me
Age has rearranged me

I turn to you, you trace the lines on my alien face
Foreign body, the heat from your fingers and invasive reminders of
Corporeality

And I melt when touched like a glass of rotgut whiskey
In the bed of a stranger's truck
I'll stop hoping you'll come home
And start wishing on Rigel, may you have the very best of luck
The very best of luck
Track Name: Truth or Consequences, New Mexico
I'm prepared to pay for your sins and mine
My barbed wire crown, tangled in my hair
Alone on a hill, happy to be left there to die
Nailing myself to this cross I bear

And it's a crawl, and it's a long
It's a long crawl to the city of mercy

I accept my unfortunate position
As a failed experiment in your sociology
As patron saint of the sickest sons of bitches
Unsure of where I'm gonna spend my eternity

And it's a long haul, it's a long
It's a long haul to the city of mercy

I don't care to ask why my fingers play
Music I can't fucking stand to face
Hands weren't meant to hurt like mine
I was born to divorce the grave
And when the railroad men come to retrieve their spikes
They'll raise their glasses to my palms and drink my blood like wine

I could block out the sun with the shadow I cast
Salt this patch of earth with water and blood
With arms open wide to embrace sweet hindsight at last
With regret in my heart for nothin' I've done

And it's a long fall, it's a long
It's a long fall from the city of mercy
Track Name: Scenefuck
The only time you want my mouth open
Is when you wanna put somethin' of yours in it
You sit thinkin' that I don't have a limit
But you're wrong, you're wrong, cuz you broke it
So if you could, I just have one request
Could you remember to click a pic when you go and blow yourself?

Forget the moonlight, my dear

The doors you promised to help me open
Suddenly shut faster than my milk-white thighs did
Only the undertaker knows what you need
But I know damn well what you want
So before you roll over and let me rest
Run your frigid fingers through my hair and tell me who's the best

The only time you want my mouth open
Is when you wanna put somethin' of yours in it
You pretend that I don't have a limit
But you're wrong, and you know it
So if you could, I just have one request
Could you remember to click a pic when you go and blow yourself
To hell?

Forget the moonlight, my dear
It's too cold to hold close
There is nothing but darkness here
There is nothin' but darkness here
My dear
Track Name: He Was a Capricorn
Was it so short ago that you held me
In my bed and you slept the sleep
Of the sweetly satisfied
Full as it were
As it were

And only the very best of seers could have told me
That this would be
Perfect, but fake,
For your face never faces my own

Was it so short ago that you pushed me
To my hands, and you slipped
The slip of the endless waterslide
Want as it were
As it were

And only the very worst of thieves could have told me
This heist would be flawless
But seamed, for what stings
Never seems to have shone

It’s just a predilection
A momentary craze
'Til the end of all our days

Was it so short ago that you kissed me
On my neck and you breathed the breath
Of the bestial vagabond
Lost as it were
As it were

And only the very brightest souls could have told me
This fire would be hotter
But dead, for we die
Never daring to drown

It’s just a predilection
A momentary craze

You planted your little seeds
In my skin, now they’ve all sprouted
And my body’s riddled
Swarming with these worms
'Til the end of all my days

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