More Deadly Than the Atom Bomb

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An early glimmering of Devastationalism, this is an example of a song that isn’t quite earned, one that I didn’t have the actual experience to write. I knew the feeling well enough, and the drinking, god knows. But I didn’t know any dead people yet. The details in the second verse are completely made up — I’m faking it, and you can tell. Or I can, anyway.

The fly-like dropping would, of course, commence soon enough afterwards. And one could be charitable, I suppose, and say the whole song’s pregnant with that — callow youth fearfully awaiting (or worse, eagerly on the prowl for) adult life’s impending disasters.

Recorded live at a makeshift Bowery basement operation called The Buskers Club, Me and Ned on acoustics as The Booze Brothers in the days just before The Nightmares. “Ironically” (there’s that word in scare quotes again), the very audible audience banter does include the voice of at least one bona fide dead person.

More Deadly Than The Atom Bomb

The Booze Brothers

Every day they pay their respects
To a bar that’s dark and grey
Even though it’s out of the way

No they don’t know what to expect
But you can see them every day
Even though it’s out of the way

No I don’t know what they’re looking for
But if I did
I wouldn’t look where they were looking
God forbid

It rips through the night
And it rips through the calm
And it’s more deadly than the atom bomb

I don’t understand it
But I know that it’s wrong
And it’s more deadly than the atom bomb

And at night they go to a ward
Where their friend who’s ill must stay
Even though it’s out of the way

Though they don’t know what to expect
She’s got a tumor so they say
She feels better today

No I don’t know what they’re looking for
But if I did
I wouldn’t look where they were looking
But that’s what they did

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