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Black Market Organs

by JD Debris

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1.
Coke Bust 02:53
she said don't get too comfortable don't leave yourself exposed 'cause i'm not really into breaking hearts i'm into making them explode it doesn't take much to blow it but a drop of fear's enough if i didn't love you baby then i'd hate your fucking guts this is a coke bust this is a coke bust this is a plot to take you out this is a coke bust this is a coke bust beyond a shadow of a doubt this is the raw shit that you acknowledge only after your luck runs out so clean out your closet empty your pockets this is all that's left right now pray if it helps you sleep at night but sleep's what you need least 'cause soon they'll be fingerpainting hearts with the fresh blood on the sheets and now you're up all night thinking and it seems so obvious you spent all your time making moves only to make a fucking mess this is a coke bust just because you clench your fists don't mean you got a grip on things who's got his hand in the hornet's nest and who's setting up the sting? so slip away undetected go and move on unannounced if they get you down to numbers then there'll be a body count
2.
Maniac Cop 02:44
maniac cop tonight he murdered a minority oh and it leaves her heart so forlorn 'cause she hates abuses of authority but she loves a man in uniform now does that sicken you on principle? 20 odd years of being smothered? do you start to feel invincible with these bullets bouncing off you like rubber? and all the loaded guns in the world all the pepper spray couldn't stop me today all the loaded guns in the world all the sharpened knives couldn't stop me tonight if you aren't always ready to attack my man you better get your pulse checked it's near impossible to relax when everyone you meet is a suspect i don't have friends i have accomplices co-conspirators and comrades we're not extremists man we're moderates we don't believe the police are all bad
3.
Dirty Snow 03:17
he's got a trash can full of wadded-up tissues she's got a webcam and daddy issues he likes to watch her dance around with her nerves exposed making angels in the dirty snow he had a fiancee now he's got his computer she says she's horny but she feels like she's neutered and if you ask them when it all fell down they'll tell you they don't know because all that falls is dirty snow first comes love then comes miscarriage then come the flames for your nicholas sparks marriage you can count the hours you can count the seconds still the snow comes down at the moment you least expect it he reads her update that says she's going away now she's got a suitcase and she waits for the greyhound she lights a smoke and counts the passing cars that come and go as they melt away the dirty snow he spends the weekend in the basement without her 'cause she's disappearing in the dark of the power outage but he sees her when the lights go out and when his eyes are closed and he sees her in the dirty snow he's got a sawed-off and he watches her, waiting when she starts to nod off that's when he starts the spraying and if you ask him what his motive was he'll say he loved her so and leaves her bleeding in the dirty snow
4.
bloody knuckles bloody knuckles one blood one body bloody knuckles 2 bloods 1 cup bloody knuckles bloody fingers bloody prints on the money anything to get your blood pressure up and every time you look in the mirror in the mirror you're gonna know that you been in a fight and every time you look in the mirror in the mirror you're gonna have something to remember me by bloody knuckles bloody knuckles every bloody mary morning knuckles from a lacerated sky bloody knuckles bloody knuckles till your blood stops flowing blood soaked sprayed stained splattered and dried and every time you look in the mirror in the mirror you're gonna know that you been in a fight and every time you look in the mirror in the mirror you're gonna have something to remember me by i ain't no manny pacquiao but you don't ever have to doubt i'll make you break your bloody hands trying to knock my skinny ass out bloody knuckles bloody knuckles fighting off the bloodsuckers knuckles throwing uppercuts bloody knuckles bloody knuckles we could be blood brothers even though it's nothing but blood lust
5.
Panic Attack 03:05
whatever makes your life seem tragic whatever keeps you up at night even if your depression's manufactured hey a girl's got to legitimize her plight you feel your heart go bump da bump bump bump and your breath go ay ee ay but if you're seeking comfort in someone know i ain't that type of guy so when you feel me squeezing you tight i ain't trying to make you cry i just want to give you panic attacks you can sell your happy pills to sad kids or you can just flush them down the drain there are different degrees of madness but there is no such thing as sane now everybody's an amateur psychologist with a new affliction to diagnose otherwise they're professional lobotomists brushing pieces of cortex off their clothes
6.
dream home dream home in every dream home a homicide you can hear her while she straightens her hair singing along to aventura on her stereo she's tough as nails but what other options are there? you know that cholas can't be choosers in this barrio the boy next door is flirting with a wink in his eye trying to play the romeo but romeo must die in every dream home a homicide they say it's haunted so the rent is dirt cheap man if i was a ghost i'd haunt a mansion not this shithole living in sin with my young bride-to-be she kissed me as i carried her over the threshold i listen to the neighbors curse the featherweight fight with a gun under my pillow as i lie awake tonight in every dream home a homicide you can hear them bumping soca downstairs with those island rhythms vibrating the windows the music's so loud but the landlord don't care he just likes to watch the girls winding and grinding though and one by one the girls all disappear from the scene and no one knows their whereabouts but everyone hears their screams
7.
the ghost across the table with the wifebeater and the rosary fresh across the borderline dehydrated and lonely with his boots on the table and his pistol pointed at the gringo nobody knows his real name but they all call him chalino they all call him chalino so where are you tonight chalino? is that you in my sight chalino? leave these suckers to die and just fly palomito fly he pulled into town the other day floated out the back of a hearse blasting savage california sounds from the year of your birth he puffs on a cuban cigar and when he exhales you can hear in his breath savage california sounds transmitted from the year of your death and the ghost across the table with the soda can and cuerno de chivo he doesn't know where the hell he came from but they all call him chalino he's on the run from a dead cartel since 1990 he's been racing back when they'd stuff his corridos on cassette like chorizo into casing and so he moves to the oom pah pah of the tuba and accordion with the everlasting restlessness of a ghost trying to be born again
8.
let's have a nightmare waves are crashing while the seagulls screech and the party's never stopping she said she'd meet me on nightmare beach where all the girls pop pills and go topless there's a slasher on a black motorbike there's a killer in the sunshine he doesn't wait until nightfall to strike he leaves the shore looking like it was red tide on the beach that's where we belong on the beach in a chemical fog and all you spring breakers and good-time fakers you bleed on and on and on even princesses get lonely sometimes even foxes have frustrations there's too much pressure and you can't unwind i think you owe yourself a vacation so hit the beach and have a nuclear blast have some bacardi have some powder i hope you party like tonight is your last because his motorcycle roar is getting louder
9.
all of my exes look like alexis texas i can't help it if i've got my preferences all of my exes are on antidepressants i can't help it if the world is full of coincidences i was going out looking to find a little miss existential crisis going out out of my mind for a little miss existential crisis i'll like her better if she lives in stormy weather and her grip on sanity is tenuous i'll treat her nicely because i'll relate precisely yeah just keeping it together is so strenuous i'm going out looking to find a little miss existential crisis she can put her hand in mine but she'll never get a grip on it she could put her head on my shoulder if there wasn't a chip on it she could give me all her time she could give me all her trust but i'm never going to pay it back and maybe that's because all of my bitches look just like salem witches but i'm subservient beneath their spells all of my partners they seem completely heartless but maybe i just don't know how to find a pulse
10.
cut me open with a rusty razor cut me open with a pocketknife my heart's ripe for the taking it's literally yours tonight don't you want a twenty-something's liver? don't you want a pair of singer's lungs? for a limited time only you can get 2 for the price of 1 my black market organs i would slice myself open for you i don't need surgical precision in the abdomen is close enough i don't need anaesthesia my mama raised me tough you can fold me paper angels you can fold me paper cranes i can write you poems on the surgeon's apron in bloodstains from my black market organs i would slice myself open for you black market organs i would slice myself open for you black market organs now let's take it to the operating room black market organs and i'll see you when this surgery's through

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released October 30, 2016

JD DEBRIS - vocals, guitar, beats, keys
BODEK - keys, beats

All songs by JD Debris
All tracks produced by BODEK

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JD Debris Boston, Massachusetts

One of the few songwriters to ever receive a creative writer's fellowship from the MFA program at NYU, JD Debris makes laptop murder pop blending bitter poetry, streetwise Latin soul, and lo-fi hooks. Ex-boxer with endless melodies & notebooks full of rhymes making twisted pop for twisted times.

Produced by BODEK, live shows with The Melee, representing The Red Army of Our Lady of Fatima.
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