Catton Condy

by Hussalonia

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1.
Mortified 03:09
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to let you down. I know how you rely on me to be around. All the plans that we’ve made for next week. Hope is that thing with a beak. I may have not have gone far, but I went deep. How embarrassing to die! When I do, I’ll be mortified! This is how the story ends: wanting what we cannot have and tragically we’ll never have again. You are my future. You're someone's past. We're always here, but we cannot last, living on thought for food, those esculent truths.
2.
Love, neither exciting or new, and I’m immune to its clutches. Well, okay, that’s not true. This thing that I’m feeling makes me contort and crawl. This thing that I’m feeling should not be expressed at all. And every time an orchestra plays… This makes me want to break its neck. This makes me want to tear some strings. This makes me want to do all kind of awful things. I want to stomp all over its body. This makes me want to destroy a violin. There’s always some body to be exhumed. The men’s room smelled like women’s perfume. Nothing but sweet nothings between our ears. All hope abandon, ye who listen here. And every time an orchestra plays... It makes me want to break its neck. It makes me want to break some strings. It makes me want to do all kind of awful things. It makes me want to stomp all over its body. It makes me want to destroy a violin.
3.
A background check into my qualifications. You send me to the sawmill, like a problem, chop me up, make me useful, or fold me like a letter in a balloon, released just to see who responds. Hello, long-time listener, first time caller. Hello, hello, am I on? Build me like a ship in a bottle, just to pass the time all your live-day long. Hello, long-time listener, first time caller, hello, hello, am I on? Go ahead and judge me; get a black robe and a law degree. I love you like art — luxuriously! Art thou a commodity?
4.
Forever is a dreadful place, a bottomless pit in which to fall. Forever is a dreadful place, where everything means nothing at all. Forever is a dreadful place, where time no longer has meaning. Forever is a dreadful place, where history just keeps on repeating. Ephemeral and fleeting, we cling to life’s threadbare hem. Ephemeral and fleeting, but thank god it finally ends. Forever is a dreadful place, of suffering unforeseen Forever is a dreadful place, of tedium and routine. Forever is a dreadful place, I’m thankful I’m only passing through. Forever is a dreadful place, but I’d go there if you wanted me to.
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Call you lady dog and cat call, all while claiming you can be anything at all. You got more laurels than ancient Rome. All you need is a Y chromosome. They’ll put you down, any way they can. They say, don’t sweat it, girl, one day you’ll find yourself a man. Gender is as gender does. It doesn’t matter who you are; it’s who you love. They’ll put you down, any way they can. But don’t sweat it, boy, one day you’ll find yourself a man.

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released July 27, 2020

Fen Ikner plays drums
Everything else played by The Hussalonia Founder

All songs written by The Hussalonia Founder © 2020 Hussalonia BMI

Cover painting by The Hussalonia Founder
Photograph by Jonathan Hughes

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Hussalonia Buffalo, New York

Hussalonia is largely the work of a multi-instrumentalist known only as The Hussalonia Founder.

Founded in 1997, Hussalonia is a "pop music cult" and claims to be owned by Nefarico™, a fictional soap company.

The Hussalonia Founder lives and works in Buffalo, New York.
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