Secondhand Guitar

by Eric Boros

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"Always in front of a bookcase with a sweater or some other wimpy world music clothes on, this Franco-Anglo Ian MacKaye circa midlife crisis never disappoints when it comes to highly listenable jams."

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released February 3, 2014

Recorded December 2013 at La Ruche/Thiers
Eric Boros - guitar/vocals/electronics

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Track Name: We're Nothing
A good head of hair
To measure one by
If not in coins or towels

The sound of my voice
We have no other choice
There are no coins or towels

The size of your screen
It cannot be seen
And all your coins and towels

We'd got it all wrong
Now our objects are gone
And all our coins and towels

It's over and we're nothing now
Forget it / Regret it

The size of your cock
To measure one by
If not in coins or towels

The things that we know
There is nowhere to go
There are no coins or towels

Without all this stuff
There is nothing to bluff
And all your coins and towels

We'd got it all wrong
Now our objects are gone
And all our coins and towels
Track Name: More Musicians
More musicians came into town
Through the backdoor
Through the window

More musicians came into town
Just to make it
Or to break it

But it doesn't seem to matter any more
Can a voice still break the walls down just like it did before

More musicians came into town
On an airplane
Just to complain

More musicians came into town
On a record
That's what I heard

More musicians came into town
On an iPod
But then it got robbed

More musicians came into town
On a website
Until they had a fight

More musicians
Track Name: Fool Of Yourself
I'm afraid to open this book
For fear that someone might look
I've a problem with drink
'Cause it stops me to think
And it's just like the weather
It might just get better
But you're better not fooling yourself

It's hardly a way to go down
But to keep one's head up in this town
The drink makes you float
And you start to gloat
When you brain is at large
Your mouth is in charge
You're better not fooling yourself

The story I tell you is true
So don't it happen to you
But if it does
Remember me 'cause
I'll buy you a drink
When you're on the brink
But you're better not fooling yourself
Track Name: Daddy Lolo
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo
This is oriental rock and roll, oh
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo
Turn around step out and do the solo
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo
Hand in hand you dance and kick your toe
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo
Rock and roll in oriental tempo
Track Name: The Squadron
Silly little fly was burning on a candle
Burning the small fry, smoke that is so tender
Little star has fallen into the puddle by the steps
The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter

The dead one did not live, the sick's not kicked the bucket
The seer was not blind, the sleeper is still tucked in
Merry beating brave hearts (in Morse code would tell)
The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter

No-one was more dear, no-one was more pretty
No-one was more pained, no-one was more happy
There was no beginning and there was no end
The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter
Track Name: Make It Or Break It
See how the people make it
We fall on the ground
Track Name: Neither Here Nor There
My explorer's cap is on
I found a winch to hoist me
I go witness, I progress
And a thousand smiles, and a thousand miles

Just send me some colourful postcards
With a funny anecdote written at the back
My address won't change

We have to sit on a stump
Without a seat reservation
The ground has turned to dust
Our mouths are dry
Track Name: Comfort
Can we have a conversation through the floor?

Belladonna, I stare blankly at the screen
Sending you my virtual love and all its frills
I stare blankly at the screen, does it dilate my pupils?

Bacchanalia, if anyone is looking for some tender love in this town
You can tell them all the boys and girls are very friendly
Track Name: La Chose
Elle court, ce n'est qu'un début, en esquivant les dangers
Elle court, elle avance à tout prix, elle virevolte sur un cheval
Elle court, sans peur du hasard, se jette à toute vitesse
Vers la Chose, un monstre final, l'inconnu redouté redouté

Il n'y a pourtant aucune déclaration officielle
Mais un conflit permanent, les faits divers sont bien autopsiés
On attend un grave écroulement, ou une ébullition
Que la Chose enfin survienne, l'inconnu redouté redouté
Elle attend comme nous tous non pas l'amour en tapant du pied
En se grattant parfois entre les sourcils et derrière l'oreille

Elle court, ce n'est plus le début, elle esquive facilement les dangers
Elle court, elle avance à tout prix, sans jamais descendre du cheval
Elle court, elle fait abstraction d'un potentiel ennemi violent
Elle va droit, tout droit vers la chose, vers la Chose redoutée redoutée

...elle
réfléchit, attend le moment opportun, boit un coup

C'était un jour tranquille sur une plage froide, sous une averse grise, un vent douteux la pinçait
La chose bondit depuis la dune, elle lui demanda où elle allait
Elle dit qu'il n'y a pas de fin, que tout est maintenant, tout est maintenant
Alors commença l'affrontement, mais je ne me
souviens plus de rien

Elle marche, avance lentement, se cogne contre tous les coins
Elle marche, en forçant son âme, elle avance malgré les larmes
Elle coule dans les vagues la chaleur, descend jusqu'au fond
Où elle trouve la Chose redoutée, cette Chose redoutée redoutée

...pour prétendre réfléchir elle n'attends plus aucun moment, elle bois un coup
Track Name: We Had It All
Second hand living
Just taking not giving
No matter the weather
Apart not together

Secondhand money
On second hand time
In the end it doesn't matter
Maybe it will just work out fine

We had it all but that wasn't enough
We tried it all but that wasn't enough

Total delusion
Delirium is deep
Onslaught of unhappiness
If we let ourselves be weak

Peace comes from within
And not from without
Hardly a slogan
For living through drought