House Cleaning Music

by Divorce Cop

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Bothered by the Parisian station Modified, with room for astronauts The kind of bible where priests hide pages And codify the nude Well I've got a belief dictated I'm gonna chair a calamitous enterprise Organized by tome and type By olive branch and beak Well they've got a police for children I kinda hope that I live to see all of them Burning bright
Diet Coke 00:37
Lemon Tea 00:41
Quagga 00:43
[He's in line for a rollercoaster]
Dinner Roll 00:53
Cider 00:48
Disney Movie 07:15
My daughter’s in danger I have information Phonecalls and emails Expert opinions Fed from under the table Folded in napkins Unchewable porkchop 8x10 headshots Guess I’ll end up in handcuffs The mightiest martyr Operators relaying My felonious opera She was last seen in lip gloss Permanent eyelids Daffodil dishrag Between her bicuspids I am sweating so often The car isn’t startin’ I call up her captors They’re too rude to answer But my daughter’s in danger The clerk’s never seen her Receipt of our union That torn-apart paper Karaoke technician Gave me clues I could sniff on A bottle of vodka Collection of clip-ons All discarded and swept up And stored here for safety I saluted and hugged him Handshaked and thanked him I composed him a letter Merging onto the highway While cassettes said instructions Techniques of disarmament I am getting impatient I am starting to swerve for An exciting location A warehouse abandoned Oh, looks like they still use it Oh, I guess we can’t shoot here But we have all the permits and Daughter is worth it But this place just can’t handle these Hollywood light kits So it’s down to the basement With a clueless young gaffer Who just squints at the breaker And chews his tobacco Better keep those eyes open And keep Diet Coking Someone’s daughter is croakin’ Director says different Cut to laughing apartment Then cities demolished By a force unrelated In a film more expensive With better computers The ambulance hollers its “excuse me” to traffic What’s the name of the doctor? Was his phone ever numbered? This recording is mumbled The patrolman is shaken Is this good medication? A convincing commercial I sat in the bleachers I can’t find the bedroom She’s calling her cries from I push in on one door Aw hell, it’s the bathroom Now who’s that in this one? His hand in his gym shorts Gellin’ his crosshairs Laughing with cohorts The party’s at his place He knows that she’ll be there Inside of his teepee A horse unfamiliar At that one intersection On the hill where the headlights Don’t even peek over Just appear on your dashboard Appear in your hallways Grant the lonely his access To the Realm of the Daughter Where affection roams freely And everyone needs me I stare at the ice floating ‘round in my Pepsi I am buying a jet ski My daughter would love that I’m calling her captors To tell ‘em I did that They were moved and excited They came out of hiding But regretfully fessed That it ended in violence My garage door’s revealing My failures completely My projects abandoned They stack up so neatly But in one of those boxes Is my old walkie talkie I’d use to invite certain Friends out to coffee Like Walter and Cheryl My daughter’s in peril The solution too genius, Too easy, too sterile And it won’t give me blisters And although I’ll miss her I am simply not willing To tolerate boredom And won’t drive 20 hours Just to see her gross shower And unusable kitchen Do they actually sit in That cat-pissy sofa? The smell of ammonia Did I clean up the Code Red She spilled on the bunk bed? Did that Santa Clause T-shirt Fare her well in the hallways? I’ve been trying to meet her As separate faces So I go to the grocery Where the nobodies know me And I buy her the skin cream And OREO hair buns And 3 DVDs we Picked up for the grandson That we keep in the mailbox As .jpeg attachments Of his recent achievements And his mother’s in danger We meet at the harbor She’s wrapped in a blanket Some idiot bought her She’s so anxious at these things I shout out to calm her But get shined by a flashlight By the middle school bomber That the intercom noted In a message that’s coded For the terrified teachers Was a drill like this scheduled? No they couldn’t remember I’m entering old age And my quest isn’t over But which quest is the question? Oh yes right, it’s the daughter Right, I hear she’s in danger Man, I bet she fell over And then busted her forehead Our new coffee table Well, I haven’t been back there Her mother’s expensive And I needed an outfit I needed a weapon But she’s driving a car now She’s hiding her halos She doubts that the moonlight’s As good as the candles I will light all around her I will watch her at angles I’ll ensure her some safety The duty of fathers
Kid 00:49
Looking back When his mind Was a flightless bird Now a flying rock Flying But thrown Where it's aimed, so out of control And its dreams seem already owned By future selves Not this one Can a kid be uncrushed by potential?


Recorded and performed on various different devices, at various different times and dates. All songs written by Divorce Cop.

Divorce Cop is:
Chris Gervais - drums / vocals (tracks 3. 7, and 8)
Brock Ginther - guitar / vocals (tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, and 10)
Anthony Bitetti - bass

Mixed and mastered by Anthony Bitetti.

Additional vocals on track 10 by Kathryn Ginther.


released June 19, 2020


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