Pelucas!

by The Sons of Amargosa

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3 unheard songs i recorded that i just found on a dusty cd, now in a new shiny wrapper.

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released 16 June 2011
written and recorded by David Glen Camp, artwork/photograph by DGC-11

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Track Name: Measuring My Worst
Measuring My Worst

I don't remember.
I can't recall.
Her smile is blurry,
measuring my worst.

Grabbing up fingers,
Desperate down the aisle,
Sadness drives her eyes
from the back of me.

I don't remember.
I can't recall.
Turning over for you,
softly moving through

As I set the stage down.
for a talk once again
and now I'm bored.
And now I'm the drama.

-david glen camp-
Track Name: Sunken Grade (demo)
Sunken Grade

There is someone who looks just like me,
according to every flashback
and i was the last laugh
and the last pathetic word.

Oh, sunken grade,
your every line about this mirror
and everything you are,
is every one i wish i was.

A clever pun is a clever bit of prose
which I have never been.
I really want to be simple
and what does a drowning man do?

Sometimes I don't go down deep enough,
no room for misrepresentation
and it's this pride that's fucked up
my protection that is you.

Oh, sunken grade,
your every line is about this mirror
and everything you are,
is every one I wish I was.
Track Name: Dying Diary
Dying Diary

“I saw that in Leningrad”,
the old man kept repeating.

Dying diary,
signing another autograph to himself.
Branches off,
the dial never changes.

“I don't know who you are,
but could you take this chair off my back?
A piece of tinfoil
is all that separates my thoughts.”

“It's the end of the episode”,
the old man kept repeating.

Dying diary,
signing another autograph to himself.
Branches off,
the dial never changes.


-david glen camp-
2011