This is an album called Nubile Bile. I recorded it in the late winter/spring of 2012. It is now 2014. Things are different. The president's hair is grayer and I feel a lot less negative about the world than these songs suggest. This is an album of home recorded music. It is about love, but not in a kind way. Maybe it is more about the absence of love. I am not sure. I hope you like it. One time Diggy Simmons came to my roommate's high school and spit bars in his auditorium. Thank you.
D. Alfred Lyons, February 2014
released 14 February 2014
All music and even the art by D. Alfred Lyons!
i don't wanna wait for this nite to end. it's already obvious that i'm not taking you home. but i've found other pleasures looking around the room: they're in a fight, she's crying like a child. can't believe he wore that tie, what balls he must have! to waltz thru this world, and not give a damn. meanwhile i'm decked out in paisley and i'm waiting for the pin to drop...and for everyone to hear. i had a dream about you, but you were black and white. even your skin turned grey. we're in your favorite film but it feels bad. the colors of this room cannot reach you. if i could live in any other era, it wouldn't be this. maybe just a year prior so it wouldn't be tonight that i've got all my cards stack upon, and the wind blows them down + the wind blows out from underneath your heels.
Track Name: Refusing My Flesh
in yr white dress you dance. refusing my flesh. you burn me with my own lust. refusing my flesh. when it goes down...was it my right to see u naked that nite??
Track Name: I'll Spill His Blood
i'll spill his blood. becuz i want to. becuz he kissed you. i'll crush his face. i'll make him suffer. for making u swoon. i'll resent u. before the blood dries. i'm a speck of dust. i'll rip out my horns. the ones you planted. from the inside of a mattress. i'll spill his blood. smeared on my eyelids. and find yr door. you'll turn away. and leave me wilted. now i'm a pillar of salt.
Track Name: Touch Of Gray
anyone can put flowers in their hair. and anyone can kiss me on the cheek. if i follow the pretty colors and supple breasts, the i'll end up here again. so i said "we're so opposite" so u laughed a selfish laugh. someone's mouth is opening somewhere meeting another. someone's feeling the warmth of human luv. meanwhile everyday i'm just feeling older. i'm spending my time sweating in mirrors. so i said "never again" so i deleted yr name from my phone. another summer, and now i am alone. but what did i leave behind? i'll always sleep at home. we went on a date. at least i'm not a porn sleaze. you're so young. i guess i just never was.
Track Name: Dried In The Rain
you have a mask to fake a broken heart. and the boys all follow suit. they've got needles + the blues. you have an age + that's what i don't want it. i got perspectives from my other female friends. you have a garage + that's where it began...from the ceiling to the wall..from the wall to the wallpaper slot. you have a thousand boys in the tomb. u put a tarp over your garden in the summertime. but what did i leave behind in your eyes?
Track Name: Wallpaper
you run yr nail along the wall. the wallpaper gives way in pieces and flakes. they come loose and descend, briefly seduced by the gravity of the room,and fall slowly past your thighs...past your calves...and into my open mouth below. every fragment i capture. they are a shroud for my throat. "_________" i can't say a word. your nail doesn't chip.