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Stroke Manor

by The Minus 5

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1.
All the wall walk spots and rue talk back on top We reviled, dime-spayed. Treat, center misters Junior senior, two-head hair, for elimination Come the trucking cougher without minus furs Butt it anti-aging sheep, keeping holey pie “Saucer kicks one ceII, man," fork Royal jelly up Fluid amps shoved into mine, broad and Iotion can Baby soother bucket ring, cleanser final cusp They finer wine, in barrel oak To choose the time of Plascent folk And cavern shoot in common cool Sentry sublime of Plascent folk To those: cane switch suffrage. Down to burrowed badgers White Powderade! It sparkles in gratuitous calm. Flitting small of hemlock, Tuesday liver past When she washed marine to laps in pressing palms Monday fraught the moods across the rat and many moons Thursday has been kenneled, lay thee fecund split Friday mound legged Armistice, one last and ditty effort And every such a Sunday bless a sainted script
2.
Well that was then and now again I’ll let it go until it breaks There’s a leak around the dirt clod But oh let’s mind, oh mind the gates My collection, oh my collection It’s not going to get any better My collection, oh my collection It not going to last forever Books are coming — you can’t hide down Beneath the words you used to know ‘em They all climb a ladder but can’t stay Except the one you ask to be goin’ My collection, oh my collection It’s not going to get any better My collection, oh my collection It not going to last forever We want complete what must be missing But it’s sure to end too early (soon) One rare card blows in the desert Still wait lost under the searching (moon)
3.
Far from the pleasure dome Message of wrong gone home Here they come, strange cargo Beacon from RKO She left without her word She left another world Went back to bright and coal Beacon from RllO Lost ln another plane Mr. Hughes out of frame Hiding in Val Lewton’s coat Beacon from RKO Let’s beam, out of the past Kahn screws original cast Pictures like a radio Beacon from RKO Lost in another plane Outer frame, out of Kane Musuraca light ‘em low Beacon from RKO
4.
The landing was so soft Stranded from the stars Minor magnified, like a sun Meanwhile ship the sand Stranger on the shore Singing from the shells, come undone Bleach boys & Beach girls All the surfers on the prowl Bleach boys & Beach girls The world is just one big towel Hat can't front it more Face can't frame it less Eyes big as eternal, two as one Thanks pour over me Silver tomes of hair Written in the wine, lost begun Bleach boys & Beach girls Batmen surf in cowls Bleach boys & Beach girls The world is just one big towel Lamp pierced the moon loft Earned cake motorboy Red tied for his slim joy, sainted race Bleach boys & Beach girls Catwomen on the howl Bleach boys & Beach girls The world is just one big towel Slim Jays Slim Jays Slim Jays Saint Race Red Tide Outta Sight Slim Jays Slim Jays
5.
Dear Ribald My dear one, yer plaster result Plus peasant sent bald tox, from planet 10 Tent When mongrel eats itself, the classics are due Live fortune queen, cache 15 percent Now competing isthmus, slog Feature the join She sure crackpotted haint -- a leg in kill pole Turbot & Snow Flock Two, will dollar her brass Parkside coincide. One Sunday club hole But give us our check, please Wringing our peg full Gain the weight aweigh away await My 66, my master bull Young ransom of zealot, cudgel reap pears Algonquin canoe with Natalie in chase Falling over the moonshine when none put out Fire palest Cat'lina, shoes stockings a waste But give us our check, please Wringing our peg full Gain the weight aweigh away await My 66, my master bull
6.
Little red, little bright You'll be in big E too My second is my 2 tongue And bagged our favorite tour Green turn up yellow rib Blue attack unsoftly Purple oozing white arm eggs Running pepper salt Beatles forever Forever for always The charging for the ear And change of Beatles forever Beatles forever So the tired key lime Drip cast bug in butter Flambic acid motor Still little red, murder
7.
She said, but last when if We combed together, two was Shuttered bare, Ajo countess I failed our backyard's fuzz Mother, you have been without your knowing (You have been here all alone) Mother, can you wait where I am going? Cause the crack, she curses her The one of us, we rant Our onions soaking livers Til home we sailward slant White pearl, sing heavy son But four heart aces of course Three of us cared Lomond Loch Danny sold true love's remorse
8.
A fairey good manager Brain clusters to clutter From the bottom bled pool And bonney and barrow Laid them all together Die at 34 speed Over an Alamo surgeon Bedding red breading This dirty Tex heaven And the buzz bugs Not apple scums or pain in faint tires Caned sugar fed versus metallic But her glasses gold were it all it were Well in fact she said, well in fact she said The cousin couldn't pitch No cents in fence banks It's the sorrow of luck Lonely skirts are cursing And she won't last nickels Sell out your snot drop punk There will be a romance Gun dig up solid love Dumb enough to be right
9.
MRI 02:48
MRI, MRI But it’s a 7:30 15 or 45 minute It’s clean for dirty I’m balancing to our mass Succumbing for a peach Equal quality numb Less dumb, frightened leech Go go go Mr. I, go go Magneto go, Magneto go go MRI, tunnel time But it’s nearer to 8 Judah N throw a curve It’s likely ransom late Cap Peterson cap shelf So sad and keep holy It’s too new and raise it up The head is just so empty
10.
We’re missing him today Four blue and two forlorn Turns out he’s still alive Pink bag for Rip Torn No one knows what is kept And daily brings him back For years where he has slept Inside the mystery sack Pink bag for Rip Torn Pink bag for Rip Torn Pink bag for Rip Torn Pink bag Pink bag He’d tell the world if could Oath of silence sworn Bomb can’t peel womblike shell So many wait unborn One day his ticket’s torn His turn for the sheet Gone but never gone at all Rip will rest in peace
11.
Scar Crow 04:15
Movement to movies reeling from model in mohair Concealment congeal with concord organ fail You want to make me sick when the hayloft hums Hanging a basket full moon calico stable girl Scar crow barn crow heartless hurling for fruit show It was a dead paint silver without a chest of gas-gun Dusty dog was a willful impertinent auntie hero And the whirlwind hammers and saws and Studio 2 And it was beautiful. Ventrified. The dark cloud was real! Terrified. And we came, and we gang, and we rose. Let them caw, don't listen to the crows. Loved the opium road and the snow buried feeled mice The emerald deal wasn't plain nor brave awake No hunger and no hurt makes emptiness a bonus What tears you apart may later wing into homestead And it was beautiful. Ventrified. The dark cloud was real! Varified. And we came, and we gang, and we rose. Let them caw, don't listen to the crows. Scar crow bran brain two days older enough By gale to wretched tree, fed of wringing necks Minding over matters of heart afterburner hearth There's no place like hope here or anywhere else
12.
A cigarette lighter, as big as a volume Of H. J. Ellison’s complete short stories Remember the day, oh, you wrote me away Dedicated to our mental bridge glories If I was a braver man, I wouldn’t have laughed Could it be that you forgot to ask? If I was a braver man, I would have gone last With my pilloried castle, the raven so ripe A box of eggs, a carful of mourners Decorator dog despised and suck down So funeral-ready for Cocky The Coroner You wonder, Outsider, who is speechless in zest The wanderer inside, off heads to sexy war zones! A sorry typewriter, both spewing and choked The cigarette lighter, small coffin for mice bones
13.
Top Venom 03:01
I am short of breath I am in pain I am choking I am feeling sick I want to be suctioned I want to be comforted I want to get out of bed I want to go home I am radiate When is this tube coming out I’m dull and numb What is happening? I want medicine One shot and two pills I want mealtime Two shots and more pills I am eating chalk I want top venom When one was left out Another one leg lost I want medicine One shot and two pills I want mealtime Two shots and more pills I am feeling sick I am choking I am in pain I am short of breath

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Less than three days after a doctor predicted he would never play music again, Scott McCaughey began writing his next album — while still in the ICU, unable to speak coherently, his right side just waking from paralyzation.

In November 2017, the Northwest underground stalwart suffered a stroke that nearly killed him and wiped his entire musical catalog (including the Minus 5, Young Fresh Fellows, R.E.M., and many more) from his memory. But instead of wallowing in misery, McCaughey channeled his omni-positive spirit and began to write down whatever incoherent thoughts crossed his mind. He turned those stream-of-consciousness notebook pages into his 13th full-length Minus 5 release, Stroke Manor.

The album is a capsule of weeks in a hospital bed and recovery back at his Portland home, where he recorded the album with significant contributions from Peter Buck, Joe Adragna, Jeff Tweedy, and more. The results are often head-scratching, tongue-tying spats of confusion, as the lyrics nudged him to experiment with voice-altering effects, to match the singular new outer-space characters he felt he was singing as.

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released June 14, 2019

2019, 2019 Scott McCaughey, under exclusive license to Yep Roc Records

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The Minus 5 Seattle, Washington

The Minus 5 is a rock/folk/pop collective captained by Scott McCaughey (see: "Scott McCaughey" c/o "The Internet", for further reliable information), with Peter Buck often aboard as communications officer. Collaborators regularly feature friends from Wilco, Decemberists, Posies, and literally hundreds of other recalcitrant comrade combos. Everyone gives their all, and no one can be counted on. ... more

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