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The Smallest Darkest Things

by Guy Capecelatro III

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1.
Late of Day 03:41
Late of Day In this sticky, hot hut In the sweltering late of day Beside this slow, black water I found you naked, sprawled and prone Lying on the floor arms akimbo Like Jesus dead to the world I traced each of your spider-webby veins With the thinnest purple maker I formed constellations From the freckles on your face And shaved your beard With a cool, straight razor I glued the hair To your mirror Just as it would Have appeared on your face I put a record on and waltzed around you Scarring circles into wide pine floor boards And not once did you even shift Not once did your eyes open To meet my gaze
2.
February Rain Walking from the restaurant late night shift late at night The smell of the ocean in the air Plus it was raining in February raining The black, crusted snow nearly gone I took the long way home to try and get my head straight To try and wrap my brain around some truth I half knew what I’d find when I stepped in the apartment Still a shock to see your things were gone Still outside the rain falls The sound of our neighbors through the wall I look for you but there’s nothing left at all I take off all my clothes crawl into the bathtub Unlike you I won’t run the water You said that I chose this willed it then I realized it But I don’t even realize what I’ve done Sorry that I kissed you wrong sorry I was never home Sorry that I took up so much time Still outside the rain falls The sound of our neighbors through the wall I look for you but there’s nothing left at all Time is a freaky little bird that steals everything Time is a freaky little bird that steals everything
3.
Patterns 03:21
Patterns Lying on the bed that overlooks the field High on Dilaudid I saw the patterns in the sky moving tendrils That strung it all together Held everything in place like a spider’s web Like a cargo net Then you came into the house undid my shoelaces In the softest way You touched my foot staring at it Like it was a staring contest An electric charge crept up my leg And shot through my brain And I wanted to describe what I’d seen But the words stuck in my throat When I looked out of the window It was just an ordinary day
4.
Holloway 03:28
Holloway Do you remember Holloway the kid from science class Always so quiet sat way in the back I think he wore a pony tail he tucked into his shirt He had a fight with Deven Green that fucking jerk Dissecting cats one day he passed out in a heap They had to call an ambulance he was out a week They said his father was a skinhead living in Illinois On the lam for killing his mom when he was just a boy I saw Annie Russo the girl he used to date Still working the Pancake house out on twenty eight She said he joined the army and got sent to Iraq Lost use of his left eye in some late night sneak attack Now he’s back in Harrisburg at his grandma’s house He’s gained a bunch of weight and he’s nervous to go out I thought I might go see him though it’s been a while I never really knew him well but one time we got high And lately I’ve been thinking that I’ve been dealt shitty cards And maybe I should help someone who has it really hard But I don’t know I don’t know
5.
This Mountain Road He who rides the most, when are you coming home This mountain road is dark and steep as hell We'll drive until the morning comes again There are so many roads to drive before we shed our flesh and die Our restless minds ain't satisfied at home He who rides the most, when are you coming home
6.
7.
How to Begin (for Dave) I’ve been walking hearing your voice in my ear As though you’re still here Sorry if I seem distracted and confused I’ve been drawing your tattoos Sorry but right now nothing’s making sense I keep thinking I’ll see you soon my friend I hate this goddamn permanence I heard some stories of you as a little kid And all the places that you lived We could feel the way you hovered in the room We played a Tom Waits tune Wondered about the time you fell out of your faith All the uncertainty you must have been afraid Then you found this path you made I’ve been walking with my head up in the clouds Calling your name aloud I know you wondered if your troubles were self-induced But how could that be true You shone a light on the smallest darkest things With your voice with words and with strings I’ve got to learn how to begin

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released November 8, 2016

Guitar and vocals by GC III. Vocals on 3 & 7 by Jocelyn Mackenzie, vocals on 2 by Liz Parmalee, vocals on 4 by Bernie Jungle, vocals on 6 by Jerusha Robinson, lap steel on 3 by Scotty Houston and drums on 6 & 7 by Jim RIoux. All the other sounds courtesy of Chris Decato.

All songs recorded by Chris Decato and GC III. Produced, mixed and mastered by Chris Decato. All songs written by GC III except for 5 which was written by Dave Lamb and 6 by Jason Molina.

Artwork by Jarid del Deo. Layout and design by Michael Winters

Thanks to my friends for their generous talent, and Pam for her unwavering love and support.

This is dedicated to the memory of Dave Lamb. Miss you my friend.

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