Sado-Domestics

Lyrics

Conspiracy
That punch from Ali
A dive for the mafia?
The authority of what we can see,
The power and speed we cannot

Too many clothes for summer
A lesson in reality
His mom stitched his name on the back of a bathrobe
A boxer for Halloween

Made-up bleeding eyebrow,
Broken nose and a black eye
Kiwanis gym on the west side of town
“You should have seen the other guy”

Old men with quarters and lottery cards
Stubs of cigars in their mouths
His name in black marker on a gallon of milk
Still working toward his first bout

Pear-shaped pieces of leather, punched
in a rhythm of lefts and rights
A kind of hibernation, waking
The world felt much more dreamlike.

Conspiracy
That punch from Ali
A dive for the mafia?
The authority of what we can see,
The power and speed we cannot

That photograph might have been taken
A second too late or too soon
Could have been false, could have been true
Just like that shot of two men on the moon

That powder burn could be mistaken
for five o’clock shadow at noon
A heart that was broken, a second too soon
…a second too soon

He met her without even meaning to
Asked if he could see her room
If you don’t cough, you won’t get off
And be left with the blues

The talking was coiled up in kissing
He lost in a split-decision
You win, you win. You lose, you win.
He hadn’t known what he’d been missing

The dull ache that sang through the whole of his head
Didn’t hurt like he thought it would
Why was it better to go a long time?
Why did he think that he should?

Bad actor or invisibly fast?
A knockout is hard to miss.
The dull ache that sings through the whole of your head
Is very much like your first kiss

Conspiracy
That punch from Ali
A dive for the mafia?
The authority of what we can see,
The power and speed we cannot

The authority of what we can see,
The power and speed we cannot

The power and speed we cannot