Evergreen Civil War

by Animal Pharma

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Raw and bare-boned, Evergreen Civil War is the SECOND album by Animal Pharma. Recorded a million years ago.

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released August 10, 2014

Written and produced by Animal Pharma.

The song 'The Prizefighter' was transcribed from the poem 'Henry' by Daniel Tu.

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Track Name: That's How Many Years It Took
That’s how many years it took, I’m sure
To be rid of all the burden of before
Now there’s room enough
In my fluoride-tinted trough
Of welfare, pauper brains to fill with more

I couldn’t conceive a day I’d wake
Without her memories of serotonin pain
Hacking into my biology
Like tedious apostrophes
To glossy up my death sentence to date

When I went to bed last night
I’s sure that I’d reclaim come daylight
Now its afternoon, how can I
Lose so much inspired foresight?

But I won’t change
‘Cause I don’t change
The scenery of planet of Earth in time and space
Misaligned to what I feel’s my pace
And I won’t change
‘Cause I don’t change

That’s how many years it took, I’m sure
Something more than linear and boring
Something less than sinister and Earthling
To keep me coming back to life for more

I don’t know the difference of today
From nine-eleven onto Easter Sunday
Though dialogue is rare
When I’m deep inside my prayer
I would know if the apocalypse was here

When I went to bed last night
I’s sure that I’d reclaim come daylight
Now its afternoon how can I
Lose so much inspired foresight

But I won’t change
‘Cause I don’t change
The scenery of planet of Earth in time and space
Misaligned to what I feel’s my pace
And I won’t change
‘Cause I don’t change

That’s how many years it took to be
Accustomed to a rank society
Who’s coveting in fame
And addicted to it’s name
Hygienic, sharp and better dressed than me

You’ve been meditating for the nerve
I know this from a tree where I observe
And if you ever find it
Swear to God you ought to hide it
‘Cause it’s something I believe I should have first

As I lay me down tonight
I’m sure tomorrow has a sister
Maybe she’s adopted
And I’ll insist that we be friends

But I won’t change
‘Cause I don’t change
The meme of all existence seems to giggle in my face
And wriggle to its place with me
But I won’t change
‘Cause I don’t change

One year on from any place of ‘now’
That’s how many years it takes from now
Track Name: Coffin Dreams
Well I really hate them coffin dreams
That prowl me on my pillow
See the coffins of my friends
Stacked like they’re tins inside my wardrobe

For something sweet and supple
In my conscious evening scenes
Splice to frames of fresh set graves
Beneath a carpet in my dreams

I can see them as I liberate
A fistful of balloons
Nickelodeons on lampposts
That succeed the afternoon

I see Milo in the backyard
On vacation from the afterlife
Inside a Holy kennel
Dad dismantled when the dog died

When I sit inside the classroom
That I sat in the first grade
In my canary-yellow uniform
Playing old computer games

Some underwhelming clouds blew in from Hell
Some people that I knew but not too well
Are scaring me and starting to excel
I break away this astral place I dwell

And I really hate them coffin dreams
Condensing all the dark
Creeping shadows in my bedroom
From the moment I wake up

I don’t want to see those boxes
I don’t want to know its tenants
I don’t want to see those coffins in my skull

And the grasp of what is real
Seems to welter and depart
When I think that I’m not me
And I believe that I’m Descartes

On a goose chase from philosophy
In volumes manifested
I’m recluse into astronomy
And I’m looking for John Lennon

And I’ve witnessed all creation
I’m hungover and bedridden
Have you ever tried for sex
Inside a dream to no sensation?

While Max is in the lounge room
Pointing out my broken teeth
So we stash them in a pillow case
And hand them out for free

I still recall the first
Of all these casket expeditions
My dziadek in his dirt box
Handing out some invitations

I thought he was a thousand years back then
From nineteen ninety nine to ninety ten
When Patti May and me would play pretend
That I was something more than just a friend

And I really hate them coffin dreams
Condensing all the dark
Creeping shadows in my bedroom
From the moment I wake up

I don’t want to see those boxes
I don’t want to know its tenants
I don’t want to see those coffins in my skull

I don't want to see those boxes
I don't want to know its tenants
I don't want to see these coffins in my skull
Track Name: The Hybrid Pines of Manila
Truth refrains when I think you’re sane
Is that fair? Isn’t rare
And I can decorate with care

Abuse – refuse the ticket I had bought
In a booth in Melbourne’s north
That’s beneath the Southern Cross

And the continental winds
Are akin to where you stand
And it’s airing out these pins
That’s engulfed your passive hand

You’re a student of clairvoyance
Serenade me with annoyance
Tell me when I’m going to die
Set your bucket list on fire

And I will in awhile
When I’m warm inside my bile
Reveal who is my muse

Wipe away with foliage I’ve claimed
From the ground to your face
To sponge those tears away

You’ve stuck your ear
To garden beds to hear
Some music from a marching band
That’s buried somewhere near

And your colleagues clearly hate you
You participate to correlate
Like sugar in a maison jar
That’s filled with aspartame

And I will in awhile
When I’m born inside my bile
Reveal who is my muse

And I shall when it’s done
And my life’s bereft of fun
Reveal who is my muse
Track Name: Surrogate Mother
I send for you now
Lift me up, ask me how
How high?
How high, my surrogate mother
How high?

You count these prescriptions
Encryptions of the hurt you conceal
Oh surrogate mother
You know that I am real

You’re alone in your room
I am chroming your womb
So quiet
So quiet, my surrogate mother
So quiet

You count these prescriptions
Encryptions of the hurt you conceal
Oh surrogate mother
You know that I am real
Track Name: Not Forget Us
Your place in my being
Is raining again
To get any feeling
Just melts into grey
But now

Please, please
Not forget us now
Please, please
Not forget us now

Retrace finished meanings
They could be complete
Forget what you’re seeing
It brings no relief
But now

Please, please
Not forget us now
Please, please
Not forget us now

Your place in my being
Is raining again
To get any feeling
Just melts into grey
But now

Please, please
Not forget us now
Please, please
Not forget us now
Please, please
Not forget us now
Please, please
Not forget us now
Track Name: Marae
You must leave your body and things behind
And watch as they weep from a satellite
That’s letting your stomach emotions flow
Climb naked a vine into limbo

Who’s reaping the will for you?
And why can’t see you no ghosts?
They should be befriending you
Instead you’re alone the most

These are things
Said to be terminal
And I haven’t mourned you yet
But you will have fun again
Fun again

You’ll forget your dreams and the plans you made
And trade it for a fluffy cloud
You’d rather see your family
Than linger invisible all around

They’re taking the stuff you left
‘Cause you “wouldv’e wanted it”
You can do no wrong from where
They bury your body there

These are things
Said to be terminal
And I haven’t mourned you yet
But you will have fun again
Fun again

We will be
Together again, my friend
To be in the only end
That’s left for your body, then
We will be

These are things
Said to be terminal
And I haven’t mourned you yet
But you will have fun again
Fun again
Track Name: The Birds and The Wasps
The birds and the wasps
A holocaust
Of eco-lust
By man’s exploits

Widowed bees
And whorish birds
Out of sync
And therefore think

Fucked each other
On the altar
As an offer
Of their splendour

These endeavours
Last forever
Losing grasp
The birds and the wasps

Birds and the wasps
The birds and the wasps
Track Name: The Prizefighter
I often see the river Styx
In bed, each night as it fills my view
And built with blackened marble bricks
I see a lighthouse standing too

Henry was a normal man
Who was pushed in a place where he
Had to fight for food and lodgings, too
Far from older luxuries
Homes and cars and penthouse views

And so he walked the streets at night
With raging anger, holding drink
He bought with waning widow's mite
To block the cords that made him think
About his losing fight

He'd been a boxer, standing tall
In the ring, his punches fast
The gamblers said he'd never fall
From victory, the losers past
His glaring sneer with gall

He had the title, cars and cash,
And yet he said he felt a dread
That all his anger and his brash
Taunts would go to victor's head
From skin to bones and bones to ash

They knocked him out in only three
Minutes in the ring, his spine would
Bend and crack with sickened glee
And cheers from boorish fans who could
sing for blood with ecstasy

The other man would walk away
With a title belt and stacks of cash
Poor Henry'd lost all hope that day
Of ever getting himself back
in the ring to fight for pay

He lost his keep and all his friends
Did leave him in the ring
He realised how a man pretends
To smile with a knife in hiding
Mis'ry starts, friendship ends

And so he walked the streets at night
And found his way out to the beach
His drink in hand, his hope so slight
He walked the pier and tried to reach
The light that blinked in sky so bright

Henry was a normal man
Who lost his battles, left his war
Standing on the pier that night
Two weeks they'd find him washed ashore
The dread before, not so undue

I often see the river Styx
In bed each night as it fills my view
And built with blackened marble bricks
I see a lighthouse standing too
Along the river Styx
Track Name: Beauty That Has Passed Away
I can’t remember
In a sober state
To attempt to
Kill this nasty taste

My direction
Is the other way
Poetically a waste in view
To you

So I dismember
Disassociate
All the beauty
That has passed away

Repetition
Of a better day
Returning to a space I’ve made
For it
For you to claim
To take
Track Name: Fugitive of the Second Heaven
I don’t know if I will make it
You see my soul is a little tainted
Fickle flesh in a willing spirit
And it’s something we inherit

Been absconding like a widow
Corresponding with the minnow
Doing breaststrokes where I wallow
Marry seashells that I follow
And divorce them to the coral

May I complicate my worry
Into murals on your body?
Can I be your only gharry
In Jerusalem on Sunday?

Can I splinter all my fingers
Through your own as I am interred
And in restless death retire
With the psalms of a stolen lyre
In lament of a funeral pyre’s singers

Concentration’s bootless
It is useless to abide
I had traced her steps to Flinders Street
And lost them in the tide

Demons in the curtains
They’re rerouting Holy pleas
Their semen’s in the medicine
For apes conceived at sea

She had the world
By the time she was fifteen
A little girl who had a turtle shell canteen
She heard a voice
At four eleven in the morn
And all her taxidermy toys
Began to animate and spawn
She was a wife
She was a Templar of the Knights
She had life she lost on Brunswick Street at night
She was aware
Her brains on Piccadilly’s stairs
She had a bodhi tree atop ‘o Shakespeare’s grave in Warwickshire

She turned sixteen
Then seventeen
Now she’s rallying in Evergreen
In cracks I cannot open in my wall
Been trying to accord to Jesus’ Law
The moral principalities at war

Concentration’s bootless
It is useless to abide
I had traced her steps to Flinders Street
And lost them in the tide

Demons in the curtains
They’re rerouting Holy pleas
Their semen’s in the medicine
For apes conceived at sea
Track Name: Blood Moon
Before you invest my self-esteem
And announce between my ears that I am clean
I scribble in the dirt, decorated by your feet
‘I’m tired’

I cherish with righteous husbandry
That I’ve tasted in my life’s redundancy
Something sweeter than a rose parting the sea
Your life

Your life
Your life
Your life
My life

I caught you and breathed with you the air
You wandered up to Flinders Street from Federation Square
You told me that my health was on a high
And from that statement on I wished that I would fucking die

I couldn’t tell you in the gallery or underneath the clocks
For six years I did love you and for two more you’d be gone
And then I saw you seven days from then
I called you in December when the world was going to end

Your life
Your life
Your life
Your life
My life

And you
Will never take the seat I saved for you
Though someone’s in your chair, you know it’s true
I told her to sit there on a blue moon
But I can make it red if you assume
To love me in my death on a blood moon
Track Name: Rosary
Your rosary could fade
To lacking hues of Sunday in the row
Beneath the mural wall
Your playground girl is feeling well
Without you in her face

My laundry sang my sores
To fashion trends for babies born through wedlock
It will end in kids remembering it all
Like bee-stings in their heads

I still smell petrol
My only petal
I still smell petrol
My only petal

Bore medicines to try
To clone her high and feelings that I had
And that were mine, impaired
Your playground girl exists again
Without her even noticing your life

I still smell petrol
My only petal
I still smell petrol
My only petal

And pieces of us stinking
The real of our reaping
Is fuming through the pictures
And that’s the real me