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Imperfectionists

by Joan of Arkansas

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1.
Circa 01:52
Time chews me up and spits me out I’ve just learned to blend in with the crowd Were heartbeats ever meant to be this loud? This is my gothic phase Circa 1982 My bad poetry Revealed to you I’m not bleeding out Your red ink crossed me through I’ll wait now in the black Like all true lovers do Don’t have the heart to fall in love again I’ll eat my words when I hit send Death might win, but it is not the end This is my post-war phase Circa 1952 Confessions in a box Kept hidden from you The fading of the light From television blue I’ll wait now in the black Like all true lovers do
2.
We’re skeletons in a swimming pool Without water, tryin’ to feel cool In the Golden State, that’s the Golden Rule No one can afford the mortgage rates We live and die on the interstate Shit rolls downcoast from the Golden Gate California’s dead Let’s all move east instead But LA will survive ‘Cause we own the copyrights John Steinbeck spinning in his grave Think he wants to cause the big earthquake To wash this city clean will take a tidal wave California’s dead Let’s all move east instead But LA will survive ‘Cause we own the copyrights The people move to Phoenix Denver and Austin too This movie, well I think we’ve seen it Hollywood brings nothing new California’s dead Let’s all move east instead But LA will survive ‘Cause legends never die
3.
Lou 02:29
I’m blowing smoke rings from this kush Got stoned with Moses and his bush If you want some evil, you can call on me I’m the Prince of Darkness, I’m a rock star Master of the fiddle and the guitar I’ve even earned Mick Jagger’s sympathy I throw the best parties in Hell For all the sinners and angels Hanging out by the Lake of Fire Unholy sounds from my amplifier Garden of Eden, I am the serpent Drinking beer in my Daddy’s basement LOUUUUUUUU! LOUUUUUUUU! TURN THAT HEAVY METAL MUSIC DOWN I’ll destroy your civilization Go on and read the Book of Revelations My time to shine will be the Judgement Day But at times I can’t shake the feeling I disappoint the man on the ceiling And my devil horns are just a bit passé I throw the best parties in Hell For all the sinners and angels Hanging out by the Lake of Fire Unholy sounds from my amplifier Garden of Eden, I am the serpent Drinking beer in my Daddy’s basement I throw the best parties in Hell For all the sinners and angels Hanging out by the Lake of Fire Unholy sounds from my amplifier Garden of Eden, I am the serpent Drinking beer in my Daddy’s basement LOUUUUUUUU! LOUUUUUUUU! TURN THAT HEAVY METAL MUSIC DOWN
4.
The secret to happiness is lowering the bar so your ego can fit in The secret to ending up fine is that rock beats scissors but nothing beats landmine The secret to keeping your head is knowing that Nietzsche and God are both dead The secret to falling in love is coming to chainsaw when push comes to shove If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong If loving you... Hey beautful, what’s your sign You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine I’m 13th sign, Sign of the Cobra Sagittarius, move the fuck over The secret to happiness is knowing exactly what you can get away with Forget the grand plans that you made You’re year of the cock and I’m year of the switchblade If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong If loving you...
5.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Your cigarette ash flies out the window We’re driving in my El Camino Stuck to the leather like it’s a punk show I’ll be your Exene if you’ll be my John Doe You say that love never dies Like you were only half-right Your ghost caught in the headlights Tonight Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh It’s hot as Hades, three in the morning I’ve got no love left for the world I was born in Lovers leave you without warning Holding the matchstick ’til your fingers are burning You say the heart never lies Well that’s a good alibi How did you make it through life Starry-eyed? So cut me deep and the blood will flow Just let my heart bleed out across the desert road There’s no hope to hold here anymore White-knuckled grip and the pedal to the floor You say that love never dies Like you were only half-right Your ghost caught in the headlights Tonight
6.
We’re smiling at the abyss And finding chemical bliss With all the chaos that we’ve orchestrated And all the feelings that we’ve sublimated You’ve got a heart like a maze You’re into Tom Waits these days Cheap suit and ragged fingernails Finding devils in the smallest details Light’s out We know All the stars are dead, we’re the afterglow Like speakers Now blown Our songs belong to the Great Unknown Tell me Is there an answer in that bottle of whiskey? Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo We march like lambs into the slaughter The times get hard so the drugs get harder Drunk on the merry-go-round White horses throwing us down New sacred words, new blood on our faces But you’re the one who stumbles back to the races Light’s out We know All the stars are dead, we’re the afterglow Like speakers Now blown Our songs belong to the Great Unknown Tell me Is there an answer in that bottle of whiskey? Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo We march like lambs into the slaughter The times get hard so the drugs get harder
7.
Their flags are flown in the C-list cities They like to fumble the ball They are the Michael Jordans of not being Like Michael Jordan at all Give them one more chance, they might beat the odds Please make a sacrifice to your angry gods Here come the New York Mets! Here come the Phoenix Suns! Here come the Mighty Underdogs! There’s nothing like a Game 7 blowout When you can’t process your grief They got both hands in the jaws of victory They always snatch a defeat Right now laid-out on a blood-stained canvas But you just gotta believe They’re gonna break this curse, they’re gonna right this wrong Like the Bills or the Browns on a 4th and long The only super bowl they’ll win is Lucky Charms Here come the Mighty Underdogs! They’re howling, They’re drooling But they ain’t really executing They’re howling, They’re drooling God, this season will be grueling
8.
Your kind of love could make me rob a liquor store I’m always drowning in your backwash Don’t wanna be your second-stringer anymore Think what I need is a training montage Fast as lightning Locked and loaded My Viper Death Strike Your heart’s exploded I’m barely walking in my brand new running shoes My mental health is still capsizing So I study all of the martial arts and mystic truths It’s time for self-mythologizing Fast as lightning Locked and loaded My Viper Death Strike Your heart’s exploded Fists flying Movie quoting My Viper Death Strike Your heart’s exploded
9.
Got some bullshit running through my head Dirty laundry and an unmade bed Sell me a miracle cure Sell me a waste of my time Me and trauma, dancing cheek-to-cheek I’ve got a new persona every week I’ll pet your fucking dog I need some Xanax and wine Doom scroll down until the bottom There’s no light under the sea A head full of snakes, yeah I’ve got ‘em But I’m still alive, staggeringly Hey! Maybe I just need to love somebody? Maybe I could get my hands all bloody? Won’t you be my baby? More twists and turns than a paperclip I got that serial killer drip A little dead in the eyes I think I’m doing just fine I’m a hamster on a hamster wheel I own nothing that I’d wanna steal The western civilization Is still in decline Doom scroll down until the bottom There’s no light under the sea A head full of snakes, yeah I’ve got ‘em But I’m still alive, staggeringly Hey! Maybe I just need to love somebody? Maybe I could get my hands all bloody? Won’t you be my baby?
10.
Peck 02:19
You’ll shoot your arrows through me If I promise to bleed out slowly If I bury the hatchet in my skull Hey Little night owl I’ll peck my own damn eyes out And drink Until I black out Can’t get nervous about these nervous breakdowns Maybe home is where the hurt is In the blank space between verses Echoes from a disconnected call World War Us, I’m in the trenches Limbs blown off and no defenses Underneath your trip wires I crawl Maybe all of our feelings are creepy And we sell them to others so cheaply The best poetry’s written on the bathroom wall Hey Little night owl I’ll peck my own damn eyes out And drink Until I black out Can’t get nervous about these nervous breakdowns Take the trash out, overflowing Broken glass and weeds are growing Throw me in the heap where I belong Sunny day, ain’t that ironic? Back inside to smoke the chronic The Dark Night of the Soul is always long
11.
Might have stole that lunch that was glowing green Didn’t know it was uranium-19 Suddenly I grew 300 feet tall Throwing down playing kaiju basketball Space dragons! Robotic doubles! The human race is in a whole lotta trouble Here I am at the center of it all And if they call on me to fight Some big atomic lizard’s gonna kick my ass tonight What the fuck? These monsters got me fighting tooth and claw You ever take a train car to the jaw? There’s gonna be a rumble in Osaka You and I, Rodan and Mothra Space dragons! Robotic doubles! The human race is in a whole lotta trouble Here I am at the center of it all And if they call on me to fight Some big atomic lizard’s gonna kick my ass tonight What the fuck?
12.
We’ll take it nice and sleazy On a road trip through the West Take off your pants, get freaky Before your bones get repossessed These people around you just want to control who you are The astronauts, poets, and street punks at the bar I needed a Jack but I don’t think that that’s in the cards So I’m betting my last twenty bucks on the Queen of Hearts Honey, we can fake it Like some 12-watt Las Vegas Engine’s running, we can make it Down to 12-watt Las Vegas I see your makeup’s running I think I’m bleeding from my eye We could write a movie On how the cops chased us all night These people around you just want to control who you are The astronauts, poets, and street punks at the bar I needed a Jack but I don’t think that that’s in the cards So I’m betting my last twenty bucks on the Queen of Hearts Honey, we can fake it Like some 12-watt Las Vegas Engine’s running, we can make it Down to 12-watt Las Vegas
13.
The dialogue is stilted My motivation isn’t clear The setting keeps shifting And the director ain’t even here The tone is unfocused Continuity obviously slipped I don’t grasp my character And nobody’s seen the script And characters they drop in And characters they drop back out And characters they drop in And characters they drop back out I’m only in this movie For my eventual death scene I’m only in this movie For my eventual death scene The projectors might be broken The footage hasn’t moved on in years And the extras from the prologue Have moved on to better careers The critical reaction Isn’t signaling a hit The silence from the producers Means the sequel ain’t been greenlit And characters they drop in And characters they drop back out And characters they drop in And characters they drop back out I’m only in this movie For my eventual death scene I’m only in this movie For my eventual death scene And characters they drop in And characters they drop back out And characters they drop in And characters they drop (Oh my God! Oh my God!) I’m only in this movie For my eventual death scene I’m only in this movie For my eventual death scene

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Mixed and mastered by Jalipaz Nelson at Audioconfusion in Mesa, AZ.

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released July 1, 2023

Zach Bird - Guitar
Sean Harris - Drums
EP Bradley - Guitar
Kayla Long - Vocals
Joshua Lynch - Vocals, bass guitar

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Joan of Arkansas Phoenix, Arizona

Five piece sludge pop band from Phoenix, Arizona formed through Tinder and Craigslist. Joan of Arkansas is weird, loud, distorted, and lyrically driven. Bright pop dual vocals peeking through distorted sludgy guitar and bass, then topped off with manic drumming. Is it pop? Is it punk? Is it noise? That's for you to decide! ... more

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