Life In The Background

“Bats Over the Pacific Ocean” by Jaguar Love

I got evicted from my house
all my shit’s on the lawn
everything I’ve owned since I was a baby
turning grey in the sun.
I found a picture of my mother
when she was just 17 
looking wild and glamorous at a party
laughing about to scream.
So I flew to Australia
on a flamingo’s back,
the Pacific Ocean was dreaming of angels
with the wings of a bat.
It was six in the morning
the sun was just coming up,
everybody getting out of the subways
going out to their jobs.

Happy new year Antoine
I’m fucked up bad but I’ll be fine soon I’m sure
and we can run the streets and scream like jaguars,
because liars own the world.

I got evicted from this song,
oh my voice is deformed,
exotic islands and new species of animals
is all I’m writing for.
I found a picture of my brother
when he was just 17 
jet-black hair on his first tour ever
totally hung over.
So I joined the marines
just to travel the world,
Afghanistan was dreaming of Miss America
McDonald’s tits grotesque smirk.
But I still missed my hometown
so I had to desert,
everybody driving around in hummers
driving their parents speed boats.

Happy new year mamma
the static in my head could scar that girl
disfigure baby birds and maul the TV
because the liars own the world.

“My Organ Sounds Like…” by Jaguar Love

His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon on an ice crusted midnight,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts,
His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New York to ancient Rome in an hour
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts,
His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when he sings oh it rains tropical colors
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts

But when I hear that music all the world is holy and it’s good hey hey he—y, and no one sings the sanitary blues

His harps hover like moths in the atmosphere I feel like rushing through tall grasslands.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts
His boom box blares classics never written, the songs singers never had time to make up,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts

But when I hear that music all the animals in my heart roar hey hey he-y, and no one sings the sanitary blues.

Nobody noticed that the waitress was on fire. She screamed and threw herself on the ground. The customers just kept to themselves, reading the morning paper with coffee, everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone. The portraits on the walls started to sweat and moan everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
I was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the agonizing howl so I hid inside a newspaper headline. It said “Mission Accomplished” the man in the flight suit twitched and went (everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone) home with a brunette in the crowd.

His Space Echo seethes undiscovered colors lets repaint this architecture.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts
His violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on a summer afternoon.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts

“Jaguar Pirates” by Jaguar Love

“My Organ Sounds Like…” by Jaguar Love

Lately, I can’t stop listening to Jaguar Love lately. Awesome song.

“Jaguar Pirates” by Jaguar Love

So this is what I’m listening to at midnight.