Who Shot Bukowski

by Jack of None

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1.
We gotta burn down all those bridges Untie all your stitches, honey It just ain’t funny We gotta make some Neon plastic love right Pornographic love sight Drowning in the moonlight Bistromatic Bunny I’ll be your honey Don’t need your money I got some more twangs Underneath these soul pangs Ringing till our hearts bang Gun in hand, your tongue slangs Bistromatic Honey I’ll be your bunny Don’t need your money Just call me “Honey” Hello? Are you there? Can you hear me? (I’ve got the gun) Hush little baby, don’t say a word Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird And when that bird breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby Cradle and— bang! We’re gonna burn down with those bitches Tongue-tied from their stitches, honey Don’t think it’s funny So let’s go make some Neophiliac love sight Cinematic love tight Naked in the moonlight Bistromatic Bunny I’ll be your honey Don’t need your money I’ve got my own wings Bending to my heart’s strings Beating till your guns sing Trigger-high, we’re firing Bistromatic Honey I am your bunny Don’t need no money Just give me honey Hello? Can you taste me? Am I sweet? (I’ve got your gun) Hush little baby, don’t say a word Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird And when that bird breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby Cradle and all
2.
Sticks and stones Can break your bones And rocks Will surely kill you See, his body had four windows: Left, Right, Left, Right And his heart had three doors: Knock, Knock, Knock While his mind had two floors: Up, Down, Up, Down And his soul had one hole Yes, his soul had one hole They say it was black as coal Loaned on spiritual parole Or maybe like a wishing well He still had promises to sell “But if his soul has one hole,” she thought, “well maybe, oooh baby, maybe we can rock and roll” Down by the ridges They fell through the grass Down by the ridges They fell through the grass Down by the ridges They fell through the grass Down by the ridges They fell Sticks and stones They broke his bones And rocks? Well— See, her body had four windows: Left, Wrong, Left(,) Wronged And her heart had three doors: Slammed! Slammed! Slammed! While her mind had no floors: Fall fall fall fall And her soul had two holes Her soul had two holes They say it was blacker than coal Loaned on spiritual parole Or maybe like a wishing well She now had promises to sell “But if her soul has two holes,” he thought, “well maybe, oooh baby, maybe we can roll and roll” Down by the ridges They fell through the grass Down by the ridges They fell through the grass Down by the ridges They fell through the grass Down by the ridges They fell
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Why in the world In the World of Why Should we wine and dine With the rhapsodies of sex The Almighty Sex Man and woman Or man and man Or woman and woman If you may Then you might Why not write the story Of a boy and a girl Or a boy and a boy Or a girl and a girl Holding hands forever Holding hands forever Holding hands forever If you won’t Then I will But why should we cry Over histories of sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-SEX When the woes of the real Are writing out our whens While the whys Oh the whys Wretchedly unwind All the virtues of our sins Just like bleeding violins So what comes next? After sex? What comes next? After “(wh)y”? What comes next? z-z-z z-z-Z z-Z-Z Z-Z-Z So why in the world In the World of Why Do we wine and dine For the rhapsodies of sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-Sex If you may Then you might Why not write the story Of a boy and a girl Or a boy and a boy Or a girl and a girl Madly in love forever Madly in love forever Madly in love forever If you won’t then I will But why should we try To make sense of a lie When the woes of the real Are riddled by its widows Weaving pillows with their woes Reading pillows as their prose While the whys Oh the whys Wickedly unwind All the virtues of our sins Amidst reeking violins So what comes next? After sex? What comes next? After “(wh)y”? z-z-Z z-Z-Z Z-Z-Z
4.
Dear Georges, I’m writing this letter to tell you that it’s over. I found it. Finally. It wasn’t where you said it would be. It wasn’t under the bed (where you said it had fallen). It wasn’t in the cupboard, either (where you said it would be safe). You little tease. I asked you with a pretty pretty please. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : ( ) : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : ( ) Give it back. Give it back. Give it back, you monster. Squeaky clean, all pristine, I want it back, you thief! Where’d it go? Where’d it go? Give it back to me. Squeaky clean, all pristine, I want it back, you thief! Vous petit monstre! Vous petit monstre! Vous petit monstre! Vous petit monstre! But please don’t worry, Georges My Dear Sweet Georges I won’t tell a soul (I promise) About the way it’s somewhat misshapen now. The way the scent of flowers makes it rot. The way it aches and bleeds more often than not. The way it’s managed to grow horns. Oh, please don’t worry, Georges. I’m keeping it locked away in a box of thorns. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : ( ) : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : ( )
5.
Crazy alphabetic hypothetic unapologetic politicians Brainwashing all these idle idiomatic alphabetic unapologetic media whores Pimping all their sticky theoretic sympathetic unapologetic social media fits While killing our glazy symptomatic synergetic damn erratic suicidal overly-impressionistic wits Everyone: #LoremIpsum dolor sit amet, malorum ancillae ne eum, an eirmod aperiam meliore mei. Sed no ferri bonorum [inaudible] Crazy alphabetic hypothetic unapologetic media whores Brainwashing all these lazy anorexic hypothetic unapologetic plastic tweens Drowning in their hazy theoretic sympathetic unapologetic pop star dreams While breaking at their glazy symptomatic idiomatic damn erratic suicidal post-traumatic superficial seams Everyone: #LoremIpsum ex tritani appellantur quo, mel cu sunmo blandit inimicus. Sea vocibus democritum cuwkn ejf n [inaudible] WAKE UP! Wake wake wake up! Wake wake wake up! Wake wake wake up! Wake wake wake up! So crazy alphabetic hypothetic unapologetic brainwashers: Quit feeding us your lifeless epidemic unpoetic unapologetic detrimental schemes Bathing in your filthy theoretic sympathetic unapologetic muddy murky streams Or listen to our racy symptomatic idiomatic damn erratic suicidal post-traumatic now-apocalyptic screams
6.
Voices Another strange town Looking for a needy victim To pin down Dim lights, salted street I walk into the bar, our eyes meet Smoke There’s a red house over yonder I know I don’t know you But if the sky is crying Do you know what I wanna do? Do you know what I want you to do? Come closer (Let me tell you) Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Lay your head and lay it bare I’ll take you everywhere Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Close your eyes if you dare I’ll skin you everywhere I’ll skin your lips And skin you bare You won’t go anywhere Noises Another strange clown Need a new victim To pin down So dim the lights, salt the street I’ll walk into a bar, our eyes meet Smoke There’s a red house burning yonder Didn’t you hear? They don’t call me “Little Wing” for nothing And do you know what I wanna do? Do you know what I want you to do? Come closer (Here I go again) Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare I’ll skin you everywhere I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare I’ll skin you everywhere (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)
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Your pistol of death I contain entirely Between my lips Breathe air into the barrel Greet dust that leaks rust Take wings of flame The burrowing blame What a shame, what a shame Set fire as the sky is falling Set fire as the rains are pouring Each wet feather I caress then drop Each wet feather I caress then drop Each wet feather I caress then drop Blind talons See me soar again Can you feel that? I’m saying goodbye Can you feel that? I’m passing you by Can you feel that? I’m flying so high Can you feel that? I am not hushed by a fear of falling As I kiss your broken wings Your frozen repose Your hollow voice of Gone In an abattoir of None Be the sun, be the sun Take wings of flame Burn the timid and the tame Who’s to blame? Who’s to blame? Breathe fire as my limbs are soaring Breathe fire as the hounds go whoring Each wet feather I’ll caress then drop Each wet feather I’ll caress then drop Each wet feather I’ll caress then drop Deaf talons Hear me roar again Can you feel that? I’m saying goodbye Can you feel that? I’m passing you by Can you feel that? I’m flying so high Can you feel that?
9.
She was born a rose-- a lonely rose “Don’t be afraid,” Mama plead, “Roses are red, and though you are blue, one day, a thorn-picking boy will come for you.” But it wasn’t a matter of waiting That kept her wailing For she knew in her heart All the voices wouldn’t part And they knew she was different From the very start So they burned her hair Burned her hair But the voices in her head Still crept, and said: One, two, buckle your shoe Three, four, shut the door Five, six, pick up sticks Little Devil Girl Some days we’ll lie to you Some day we’ll come for you Some day we’ll die for you Little Devil Girl Seven, eight, lay them straight Nine, ten, bleed again Eleven, twelve, dig and delve Little Devil Girl Sometimes she would dream And in her dreams She was someone else-- A flame that burned But never wilted (No one understood) Till one day, she fell in love And her dream came trueShe was now a flame that burned (But never flew) So they burned her hair Burned her hair : “Leave us for him if you dare” See, the voices in her head Still crept, and said: One, two, buckle your shoe Three, four, shut the door Five, six, pick up sticks Little Devil Girl Some days we’ll lie to you Some day we’ll come for you Some day we’ll die for you Little Devil Girl Seven, eight, lay them straight Nine, ten, bleed again Eleven, twelve, dig and delve Little Devil Girl
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“Tenderly,” she said, Like a thistle of blades and bonesBe the breeze that sets me free We can sing Between strings and spaces Empty whiskey glasses-breakingTill you touch me (Touch me) Without you, I’m a cat In Hell Without a cross So crucify me- (but tenderly) We were cast By the will of the wind Paper cranes Origami oceans Be the blades To the sheets That fold and fold and bind me Then touch me Touch me (but tenderly)

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"Who Shot Bukowski?" is a follow-up to the band's critically acclaimed debut album, "Who's Listening to Van Gogh's Ear?", which received 3 nominations at the 15th Independent Music Awards, and was awarded "Best Album Design and Photography" at the Lincoln Center for Performing Arts in New York City in November of 2016. Released a year later, the album features much of the same dark, thought-provoking themes that were beloved in the first record, but with a more evolved sound that showcases a penchant for experimentation, and many unexpected twists and turns.

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released July 28, 2017

Music by A.G. SYJUCO
Lyrics and Poems by MAXINE SYJUCO

Vocals by MAXINE SYJUCO
Guitar, bass, synth and programming by A.G. SYJUCO
Additional guitars by JULIAN SYJUCO

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Jack of None Chicago, Illinois

JACK OF NONE is an experimental rock band comprised of siblings A.G. Syjuco (principal music composer on guitar, bass, synthesizers and programming), Maxine Syjuco (poet-songwriter and vocalist), and Julian Syjuco (session guitar).

The band has received critical acclaim for their forward-thinking approach to fusing electronically-charged experimental music with spoken word poetry.
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