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Dead sins never live again
Jeff Klepper
I tell ghosts my name because mirrors reflect the lightness of the teeth’s lies
And early hours quit too early, when god asked us to be impartial we forgot to comply
The morings are rough but the coffee softens the blow
And the love of money, freedom; isn’t as free as they say
Godlessness in the 21st century is as fun as democrats voting against unemployment benefits
We used to feel the candor, now we feel the bleeding, the contradiction; the dead man, in the sky…
We never felt so alive, without being the least of the barely survived
Ignore the past, the final darkness, the kill, it softens the blow
A series of dead men suffering from a terrible case of vertigo

Winning Sometimes Means You Lose
Jeff Klepper

We often die before we reach our potential
But most of our potential is poorly estimated

Time never ceases but god never ceases to not show up for his gigs
We used to get drunk to much better metphaors but now we are in a rut

Appreciate the dying for they remind you to breathe before your last breath
And be glad you passed the mashed potatoes over to your cousin who is addicted to meth

We used to care now we are constantly stuck in an act of producing miniscule profits for the wealthy

Fucking the world is much more complicated than the punk scene made it seem
Dying young used to be much more coca cola classic

We can listen to The Used till our face turns blue
But we know they suck, so why should we give half a fuck?

When it’s time it’s time
Jeff Klepper

Sweltering drip drop nights are summers calling card
August nights used to be more forgiving before the great carbon discard

Cars putt up and down the roads and ways but we still die to relive our youth
Misnomers designate the years we shoddily recall to summon inconsequential proof

Behavior is unclear most of the time
But god never prescribed more porn to cure the 21st century curse

We wake to the sun
And die in the bar next to the one

Well Worth the Swill, Now Take Your Pill
Jeff Klepper

No one said it was easy, but boy was it ever
For someone some one so short, you were pretty clever

But dead men don’t rise from the dead with out a little help
And women don’t become President of anything, except of the kelp

Let this be a warning to those who think you escaped the perils of modern interior decorating

The halls and the walls of your house may match
But don’t be surprised when you find out there is a catch

They call it the 405 but we All Know it is the 666
Jeff Klepper

The godless moon chokes the last beams of light from the sun
Just as the new modern messianic mission promised man
We are a continual reproductive machine for the spiritual conundrum
And like our ancestors before us, we know better than to mistakenly wear a condom

Will we die like the gods we are? Or will we reenact our superstitions like cowards from afar?

Circular Reasoning Still Makes You Look Fat
Jeff Klepper

The surface space is just enough so forgive for the over zealousness of the prisons breast
Rich men sit, rich men shit, they smell like wine, they eat, they dine, they prey, they pray

We all live to die another day
We all feed on this ever-lasting urban decay

A feat so sweet we have not yet met
A feature that only the demise will fret

Soon enough we will the embark on the remark that we all wish we never uttered: “after all this whole life is quite absurd”

Be Delighted
Jeff Klepper

All my best friends are decomposing and now I am just buying time
A persistent incompetence to set the mood to the new age dying kind
All the men that ever made an attempt to change the currents that cause this curse
Are suffering

And progress never suggested that things could ever be much worse

Safe at home, safe in death, and qualify and detriment

kill. kill. kill me some new regime

Brave and kind
Dead and devine

Remind the dead they still stand in some foreign land
One which will never seek some imagined promise land

Ghosts on Surfboards
Jeff Klepper

Dead men do lunch while savages eat Lunchables for lunch
And I forgot to fall back for daylight savings

Are we saving? Or are we redistributing craving?
I saw a Blockbuster liquidating today, no more late fees?

Guess not, let’s rehabilitate to the greatest hits of Ambient noise, or The Beach Boys
Either way surfs up this summer. Or is that sea levels? I get so confused with the details.

The Laws of Predetermined Hysteria
Jeff Klepper

The priest says god is grand and pristine
I say lets all exhaust what it means to be evil beings

It is exhausting to cross your heart this many times
I can never remember the right way to say I pass on the divine

Bang, and nothing happened
The big nothing, the dead men, and the fear of God

Wake to the gentrification, feel it in your blood
The economy is like a magician, it barely works

We died a visual death, and now we wander like the prisoners breath
How dare I presuppose that the holy men had no cause in the hysterical juxtapose

Presuppose: There We Are
Jeff Klepper

Moses may have overstepped his authority when he demanded his people back
But no one ever thought that an eightball of coke could cause such a massive heart attack
People change their minds pretty quickly once they see reality through a brick wall
Then again, no one ever seems to get a chance to even try since they are always at a shopping mall

Children are our future, or something close to that…I think
Beds are made for sleeping, but no one gets enough these days

I have a hard time telling what is suggested and what is completely arbitrary
I was told as a child that the world is full of wonder. I wonder why people say that.

There is no secret out there to discover, there is so much out there to not to discover
Everyone tells you that you are missing out, out on what, more bills, more adventures?

The more adventures, the more bills you have and the more you know the less you understand
Perpetual misunderstanding in the land of endless data mines, all there for the taking

Better days I have seen from the straightjackets known as “human beings”
A carrousel of unmet friends, in darkly lit rooms with the lowest of ceilings