Great Chunks of Nothing

This song was recorded in July, 2017. It was played, written and recorded by Becky Kill. The art is the title page of Baudelaire’s Fleurs du Mal.

There was a bit of a candle
You kept next to our bed,
Among the Flowers of Evil
In the books that you read.
There was a sheet across the window
Above the table and the chair,
Where you threw the dirty undershirt
That you wore when you were there.
There were dishes on the floor
amid the funk that would betray
the secret of the fuck
that you threw me every day.
There was the pulsing of a heartbeat
In every word that you had written
Like the beating that you gave
upon this flesh that I had given.

This is where we lay
Between the drugs and the death.
This is where we lay
Synchronizing every breath.
This is where we lay
Focused on the great chunks of nothing.

I found a damp red rag
On the bathroom floor.
I found a crust of bread
and an apple core.
I found a handful of change
In a clear glass jar,
With a picture of you
And the keys to your car.
I found a yellow rose
Pressed in a big fat book.
I found pieces of you
In all the places I looked.
I find the smell of you
Is the smell of my bed
Among the Flowers of Evil
In the books that we read.

Released July 26, 2017
Guitar, voice, song, recording by Becky Kill

On The Force

This song was recorded on February 9, 2017. It was played, written and recorded by Becky Kill. The art is Isaac Newton’s Death Mask.

I really really want it
You know I really do
I want my slice of chocolate cake
and I want to eat it too
But everything costs something
In blood or sweat or tears
Everything costs something
and this is clear:
Gravity always gets its man, gets its man.

The price of tea is china
and the price of me is you
The price is inconsequential
it’s just the thing we do
So get out your old green checkbook
Get out your wallet or purse
Your credit is bad but your promise
is so much worse
Gravity always gets its man, gets its man.