The Hinterlands EP

by TJ Kong and The Atomic Bomb

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released 06 February 2008

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Track Name: Siren
mona lisa, rosalita,
can i stay here ‘til i need you?
you’ve been cooking for the preachers
i’ve been practicin’ my speeches
with your starry eyes and secrets
you’ve been fending off the leeches
i would like sometime to meet them
and defend myself from treason
on my own.

in the summers in the tower
with your mother and your father
in the droughts and in the showers
i sit silently for hours
i desire and i glower
you have seen and you have soured
with your lovers and their flowers
you detain the freaks and cowards
so it goes

but oh, where do you go
for the last act of the show?
after all the credit cards have told?
when the silence takes its toll?
to the bottom of a well
to the gallows and to hell
to the tower of the bells
where the mailboxes swell
with liquor and with lime
where the sunlight keeps the time
and it’s so hard to be refined
to be lonely and to shine
on everybody’s mind

so stoned all the time…
so stoned...

all the simians are buying
all the stories you’ve been hiding
without a trick and without trying
you’ve come pretty close to dying
and with the second drink you’re flying
it’s so hard to be a siren
but so easy to be smiling
when everybody’s crying
by the door.

i am thankful for the service
you’re pretending to be nervous
with your drink against your sternum
you’ve been fashioning a sermon
for the languor and the bourbon
have devoured all your curtains
and what’s left is so uncertain
so unguarded and subverted
to the core.

but oh, where do you go?
when the mailboxes have all closed?
when the credits start to roll?
with your capsules and your clothes
with your tickets and your spells
where the jackals find your smell
where you show and where you tell
of the many things you sell
of the vision so sublime
in righteous terms and time

so stoned all the time...
so stoned...
Track Name: The Trail Of A Lomesome Hobo
i’ve been on the road baby, you been in my head
everybody watching through a telescopic lens
we’ve been making eyes like a deep blue sea
rank and file like a spelling bee
and i am a grand inquisitor of lies
selling all my clothes with a roll of the die

and you’re standing by the telephone
screaming out my name
i don’t know what love is
but i can feel it in my veins
you don’t know for sure babe
what i been thinking of
you just gotta follow me
down in the flood

there’s no time for pleasure, baby, no time for prayer
i’ve been selling photographs and sleeping in a chair
we’re low on speed at the bottom of a hill
i’ve been drinking coffee and cutting up my pills

and there’s red lights on the highway
as far as i can see
you don’t know what love is
you just know what it means
i don’t know for sure babe
what you’ve been thinking of
you just gotta follow me down in the flood
Track Name: Cantankerous Old Men
grandpa’s in the kitchen
he’s cooking pork and beans
talking about the end of the world
and exactly what it means

fox news playing on the tv
pictures of my father as a kid
grandpa says he’s got something to tell me
he turns around and this is what he said

everyone’s a jerkoff
you can see it in their eyes
hunched over a desktop
looking for a place to hide
these assholes on their cell phones in the car
let me tell you something, boy,
they won’t make it very far

everybody’s screaming and running around
no one even sure if they’re heading north or south
i couldn’t even tell you what the hell it’s all about

the president went to london
he walked into a pub
a british platoon stepped into the room
and an officer locked it up

secret service pounding on the windows
drunken people screaming from across the bar
a captain sidles over to a bar stool
he says, “buddy, lemme tell ya a little something about the war.”

everyone’s a jerkoff
you can see it in their eyes
reading all the headlines
looking for a place to hide
people in the green zone stealing what they can
bodies on the sidewalk bleeding in the sand

everybody screaming and running around
no one even sure if they’re heading north or south
i couldn’t even tell you what the hell it’s all about

the son of god went to pittsburgh
he said jesus is my name
i’m back on earth for a couple of weeks
can i see a football game?

he scalped some tickets right behind the endzone
where the locals tend to drink the whole day through
he cried, “everything’s so violent and unruly
is this the only thing on a sunday afternoon?”

everyone’s a jerkoff
i can see it in their eyes
filled with rage and smirnoff
and begging for a fight
people on the field they push until they fall
there’s so many people, it makes me feel so small

everybody screaming and running around
no one even sure if they’re heading north or south
i couldn’t even tell you what the hell it’s all about