#sylvan lanes

[peterrichards]

3-Way Singles Club, Vol. 13

3-Way Singles Club, Volume 13 by Sylvan Lanes / Gifts Or Creatures / White Pines

[tafttheatre]

to"Christmas From A Deadmall" is the new holiday tune from Frontier Ruckus (as Sylvan Lanes).  Don't miss the band in The Ballroom on Sat 12/8! 

[frontierruckus]

sylvan lanes (frontier ruckus alter ego) / somerset solo / hip hop xmas vitriol

I’m going down to Somerset solo The bummer that you met in the long-sleeved polo On the skywalk where the passers-by talk Sassy upper-classers and their bastardized “YOLO” Carpe diem ideology free ‘em from the prepubescent Designer tedium

Treadmill motion on a retrograde track Fanny pack holding such uncanny lack Thinking about the freshman year Christmas dance Bump and grind in tightening pants Corsage pinned in my collarbone flesh Teenage gowns of gauze and mesh

I saw the best minds of my generation pissed Or brain-freezed up at the Tasty Twist Ziploc’ed, unredeemed Chuck E. Cheese tix That my grandma saved for me when I was six We used to sneak into the Christmas Eve gifts Now it’s all spotty sex and Netflix rifts

Here’s what I got you for Christmas this year, dear A seashell which, if you put it to your ear hear Me crying like a hundred manger babies With my eyes frothing like a dachshund with rabies Now you’re the one to exploit my grief The way they portray Detroit’s need for relief

Fruit cakes, fruit flies, fermentation of piss In the urinal of your new abyss Your teary-eyed, weary pride, insipid blues I’m gonna mention them in all my interviews I told you not to stuff that napkin in that drawer You’re gonna find it someday and feel so sore

I wish I didn’t wake to your dead lake eyes There’s a universe of images I’d rather cognize Like my grandma’s slender waist cutting cake at her wedding Or my father’s tender face As a toddler off sledding I hope your cigarette always stays long And your dirty dishes clank to a Christmas song

written/performed by Matthew Milia