Girls Just Want To Have Gun

by Lawrence, Jennifer

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Sitting in front of the TV Dullness is a symptom of soberness Yelling, screaming, and venting Daily doldrums is a way of life Awkward silence and awkward conversation Put a blindfold on the past’s causation “So what do you know? “Not much, nothing new.” “So what else do you know?” “Same, nothing else has come thru.” You call my phone and I simply ignore You’re not at home, but in The Cowboy State banging a whore “I’m going to Wyoming, happy birthday.” “Alright later, safe travels on your way.”
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The not so unfortunate girl, she’s pretending to have cancer. Those non-sensical sentences and non-sense name drops. You wear them life false teeth to undermine what’s actually beneath. Here, take an Efferdent to clean and supplement those fucking teeth. Bitch. It’s the girl pretending to have cancer. She never had cancer; she really doesn’t have cancer. She never had cancer.
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Am I really experience this? I remind myself with a clenched fist. The clouds they clot my vision. This reality is nothing but indecision. I’m awake, is this really happening? I think, therefore I am. I’m awake, is this really happening? I must be, cause this quesadilla just taste so good. The days they move through fragments and phrases. While everything I do can slip through this haze. Moments of clarity interject, While I just leave everything else unchecked. I’m awake, is this really happening? I think, therefore I am. I’m awake, is this really happening? I must be, cause this Baja Blast just tastes so good. According to the Greek Sophist Gorgias in On Non-Being: The non-existent does not exists in so far as it is non-exists, it exists or is. The existent does not exist either. If the existent exists it is either eternal, created, or both created and eternal. If it is eternal then it has no beginning. If it has no beginning, then it is infinite. If it is infinite, it is nowhere. If it is anywhere, then it can’t be spatially infinite. If it can’t be anywhere, it cannot exist. If it is created then it has been created out of the existent or the non-existent. It can’t be created from the existent because the existent doesn’t yet exist. It can’t be created from the non-existent because the non-existent can’t create anything. The eternal and created cancel each other out. Neither the non-existent nor the existent exist. Dillon, John and Gergel, Tania. (eds.). (2003). The Greek Sophists (pgs. 67-75). Great Britain: Clays LTD. Print. A moment can blow by or last forever Or this might not even be a real endeavor. They say that this might be subjective. Does it reside in my mind or in the objective? I’m awake, is this really happening? I think, therefore I am. I’m awake, is this really happening? I must be, cause this Taco Bell tastes so fucking good.
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Flapper 01:58
North, north by north-east. East, east by south-east. South, South by south-south west. Pause. Drop some soma, cures dangling feet. South-south, south-west by south-south east. South-east, east by east. North-east by north. Drop some soma, cures dangling feet. “Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east…” Aldous Huxley – Brave New World
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Wow 02:14
Your raccoon eyes and red skin Peer into me as you win. I gaze vacantly at the TV before me. Refracted electronic prisms pulsate as I see. Wow My mind is easily arts and entertained, Stupidity that turns out so great. Brandi, thank you for your cooperation, To aid in the fact of my stimulation. Wow
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[Untitled] 03:50
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It’s hard to recover From post-trilogy stress disorder. After Mordor and mini-put, Josh Thornton rose from the tourist trap of Medora. She ran Anne Hathaway with my teenage heart. I’m just Heath Ledger joking, I once greeted her by name. Hardly any chemistry in chemistry class. Now, even less, my neck would only crane. I put Axe in my hair to fix this mess And crack a Coke to open some happiness. It’s still hard to recover From post-trilogy stress disorder. I saw Mt. Doom and missed the 4M Revue. “Do you guys work in here?” Haha, laughing as we withdrew. I’m going to head back to UND for some living, Maybe I’ll get to finally do some re-living. Someday soon, I’ll strap on those rollerblades, Cause I’ll be in love and the rest will all fade. I put Axe in my hair to fix this mess And crack a Coke to open some happiness I’m really never going to recover From this post-trilogy stress disorder. Ahhh, fuck it. I’m never going to recover From post-trilogy stress disorder. Royal Raceway was Obie’s Bane. Some things really never change.
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Hours go Rivers flow I am apart I am a part In the terror of life and death In the terror of life and death It was a promise I kept It was a promise I kept empty those coat pockets let me ask if I can when the floodlight shines will it stay to the end? what was it you said? when the morning comes will it take you instead? I should be dead.
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but I’m not that kind of banister wood and cut and carrier home cliches happen when they’ve got a straight direction planned a street getaway to where it were known past the sweet drink hold it right in front a capital A for “A quick way to carry me home” then but for a brief second it’s written out of England ripped from 1921 and resewn into a tome send him off on his way turn a gallon into staring contests until he can’t feel his legs send him off on his way turn a gallon into staring contests until you throw him through the banister lost keys locked door so ya sleep under the bridge past the porno store what do you use your consciousness for? the west coast is the eastern shore lines up like a banister, water flows free through the posts sand caught pulls down ‘til all that’s left is your ghost fell asleep. It was July woke up. It was November Did I kill that cop? I can’t remember 21 vorticists make a fortune leasing mineral rights to Halliburton. Each steals a barrel (no one’s lookin) spins a wheel, spills the oil down the Medway, lights a match, pots and cups, flame the river, fire clay. 21 vorticists are burning to pour with it. 21 vorticists are burning to pour with it. Now.
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Everybody’s trash is finally coming ‘round to me
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I loved you before he ever met you I’ll keep my mouth shut. You walked in that door and I look forward where there’s no breath but I watched him take you time knows those who need fall down with it But time’s moving on you‘re golden and strong I hope to see you meeting new loves. burn that paper drive North, ashes scattered spend my nights alone on the spur road You pound those ties down the railcar speeds now until you bury it. But the spurs, they rise up in the heat of winter before that hole’s fixed. I’m fallen, slipping beneath the sleepers. I long to find her. burn this letter drive North, ashes scattered spend my nights alone on the spur road Can’t you see I’m dying here? I’ve been so far without you but can’t you come home? without you I’m trying to kill the hope inside of me. I refuse to replace the abandoning. Drive the spikes into the mourning. Puncture lungs and breathe. But the streetlamps move to the moon and the wheat blades move while the sun’s down I am glad to be alive right now. I loved you before he ever met you I’ll keep my mouth shut.
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Side A to the split "Girls Just Want To Have Gun"

Recorded: Summer 2012 in Glendive, Montana
Re-Recorded: Winter 2012 at 515 Boys Club in Grand Forks, North Dakota
Mixed and Mastered: Summer 2013 at Makoché Studios in Bismarck, North Dakota

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released August 7, 2013

Side A:
All Instruments and Vocals: Josh Thornton
Additional Guitar on [The Weirdness]: Taylor Stockert
Guitar Solo on "The Cowboy State:" Blonde Sasquatch
Mixed and Mastered by Nora at Makoché Studios in Bismarck, North Dakota.

Side B:
All Instruments and Vocals: Nora Thomas
Vocals recorded by: Blake Burbach
Mixed and Master by Nora at Makoche Studios in Bismarck, North Dakota.

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Lawrence, Jennifer Glendive, montana

Originating in Glendive, Montana, Lawrence, Jennifer is a punk-rock band from Grand Forks, North Dakota.

We just relocated to the Twin Cities.

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