party line

from by Pete Jon

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    Originally recorded to 1/4" tape, this analog record features stripped down guitar-and-vocal folk arrangements of the album Necrobisect. Due to the time constraints of the medium, the song "Indiana" is not included on the record. The packaging includes an art card insert with a download code for the digital album, streamed here, featuring more elaborate arrangements built around the original tape recording. My hope in writing Necrobisect was that it could be enjoyed two ways, in the sparse intimacy of an analog medium as well as in the exuberant, somewhat haphazard framework of found-sound collage and electro-rock'n'roll.

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    Well wouldn't you just love this full bleed glossy B&W heavy stock 11 1/2" x 11 12" art card to hang on your wall? Featuring the iconic Necrobisect text "it came out of the ground, through our mouth and into our body" in awkward script over an intriguingly dead couple, this is the perfect conversation piece for impressing a date or graduate student. Full lyrics, album download code, and tasty bits of gossip included on the reverse side.

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lyrics

I got no party line
got no party line
just a broken heart
and a troubled mind
I think in epigrams
I write with a slanted rhyme
and I’ve been too low
to find me a party line

I see them war machines
half off at the five and dime
buy you a gun now
ape you a war crime
they’re all down at the party place
don’t you know it’s party time?
now they’re live on camera
rubbing out their party line

rally up this America
with a fleeting sound
every word, it’s an epitaph
ash in the mouth
a fleeting sound

I was born in my father’s house
I am my mother’s child
and I saved my soul
on the banks of the Idlewild
I hit the road too young
was an itch that I had to find
was a voice of a god—
“be a man, now, pick a side

“o kind child of mine
you ain’t the fighting kind
but you got your tongue
saccharine and serpentine
you piss on Porphyry
you got no party line
and you pop your wafer
in the nick of time.”

bless me now
I am a free man
free to suck off the dick
of the paradigmatically man
I eat from his hand
and don’t you work his land
and don’t we all dance
for a crumb of his contraband?

I saw them war machines
turn into holy books
every canon’s a prophecy
every drone’s a philosopher
every dream is a wet one
went and got me a private room
you can rent you a coffin
kitchenette and a street view

every day it’s America
went and got me some lighter skin
still I been too low
to get me out partying
when I die, ain’t no prayer for me
every prayer is a parody
lay me down in the Quiet
unrippled by your sophistry

Jesus, is there room
in your house for a child so bitter?
the Man come out my mouth
with every sound
but I would not be fool enough
to turn you down
if you were to let me in your bed
or if you lay me to the Ground

I got no party line
no party line
you can keep your jesus
I’ll keep mine crucified
I’ll have mine Chicken-fried
kick back with a glass of wine
and I’ll put my Pen
straight up your party line

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from Necrobisect, released September 18, 2014

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Pete Jon is a singer-songwriter and collaborative producer in the DIY tradition.

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