If I Never Come Home

by These Elk Forever

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Ten tracks in thirty minutes; these are all older songs, and I needed to get rid of them. This "album" is song graveyard-ish, and not cohesive in the least. Most of these songs were already available via Bandcamp, but the page looked super cluttered. All songs written/recorded by Greg Gover. Tim Showalter contributed back-up vocals to Real Connection a few years ago.

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released March 12, 2013

These Elk Forever

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These Elk Forever Kingston, Pennsylvania

These Elk Forever is Gregory Gover (born February 12th, 1978) of Kingston, Pennsylvania.

Oh, like: the Wyoming Valley, Richard Brautigan, "Bomb Culture", Leonard Cohen, Luc Ferrari, the alphabet, Crass, "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark", Roscoe Holcomb, "Famous Men of the Middle Ages", Emma Goldman
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Track Name: Vipers At Your Birthday Party
You taught me to tie you off (and bear my claws when I needed claws) the night your lung collapsed in the back of that gypsy cab a week into summer.

I cut my hand on the banister outside the shop where your sister worked, and in a moment of reverie I asked if you'd marry me if I could outrun you.

On our sad days you were all grace (in the back of a cab with your head in my lap).
Track Name: Blue Ridge
Set the pin, my sweet diamond: you as the wooden wheelchair we kept near the basement stairs. Oh, you used the fire as a call
to inspire you (and your collapsing knees) into pulling your rotting teeth free.

I see you as the clotted blue and black on your grandmother's eyelash, and me as the puddled rusty mess on your kid sister's mattress.

We all start as an abscess (or as an abandoned bird's nest) and then there's you as my spirit guide struggling to keep me alive. And I
recently dreamt of the day that we met, love (in that high unguarded heat on our Catholic school retreat.)

I see you as the "No, stop, don't..." that you scream when we're sleeping, and me as a younger man giving in and retreating.

I see you as the clotted blue and black on your grandmother's eyelash, and me as the puddled rusty mess on your kid sister's mattress.

We all start as an abscess.
Track Name: Grow Pretty
I am quickly, oh so bloody,
And you are a gentle one
(Oh, shameless creature).
Keep in character (all neat and terrible).
We are beautiful beasts avoiding everything.

Grow pretty garden, grow!

I want conflict; I want the unbearable.
I would have called you a cab if I weren't a monster,
Or if I weren't an awful mess (all careless and out of step,
All claws, and disconnect,
All careless, and out of step).

Grow pretty garden, grow!
Track Name: Unforest Fire
"Now that you know that you are the only one, and if I ever leave, you know, that you were the only one that I ever felt could be my one and only one, and it's silly of me to sing when I should be sleeping next to you."
Track Name: Lungs
(instrumental)
Track Name: Blood Loss
I fell almost in time with the folding waves (watching you and your calm claw away at the mistakes you might make if you stayed).

"Why won't you stay? Why won't you let me talk?"

"I haven't been myself since I took you on."

"Why won't you sleep? Why won't you come around?"

"I think it's inevitable, it's natural, and I will wait this out if you'll wait this out."

"I will wait this out if you'll wait this out."

"I will."
Track Name: Small Throat
You emptied your wrist into Pine Creek (a week after Christmas).

You held your weight in your face, and crowed:

"I will not crawl away."

I will not crawl away.
Track Name: H(a)unted!
(instrumental)
Track Name: Real Connection
The way you move around these little distractions: taking aim, but never taking action.

This means everything to me. They fake, too, so why can't we?

While never feeling any real connection.

The way you move around these difficult questions (with tired face and angel blank expression).

Oh, Corinne, please you're killing me, and living all my dying dreams

(While never feeling any real connection).

And this means everything to me. They fake, too, so why can't we?

While never feeling any real connection.
Track Name: Wavelessness
(instrumental)