The only cigarettes I ever smoked
I found on the lawn
You came back from pissing in a bush
And your cigarettes were gone
I can't say I feel I done you wrong
I got some cigarettes
You got a song
I smoked out a highway
Leading to Michigan
I fagged out when I was 18
I got me a gallon of gasoline and innocense
I hope you know what your cigarettes mean to me
I hope you know what your cigarettes mean
Then I wanted to be reckless and landless and lawless
Living in the shadow of the shade I threw
I wanted to light fires by the pump at the station
And see what would happen if the whole thing blew
See what would happen if the whole thing blew
I wanted to burn my walking papers
Wanted to turn them into vapor
Stupor torpor tared and tapered I
Wanted to let you know
Shit I
Wanted to sear the here and now
Wanted it Queer from inside out I
Wanna be clear without a doubt
Wanted to let you know
Well my friends body tells me sex
I want that too but I must resist I
Draw the line where the line's been drawn
And all the little apple seeds
All the fields, the fields of wheat that
I could safely storm upon
Instead I stand here nauncholant
Looking like I'm lost in thought I'm
Too up against the wall to move
Your cigarette between my lips
It's there but it ain't been lit yet
I watch and wonder what's to lose
Will I smoke out a highway
Leading to Michigan?
Tear Indiana limb from confederate limb?
And what about Wisconsin and Minnesota?
And all the other places I have been?
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022