Milford Boil is a strange man. Outwardly he appears calm and cool, collected most of the time. But inside is an artist that squeezes every ounce of possible emotion from any situation, no matter how mundane it may seem. His music can be highly emotional, horrific, highly paranoic He is a very tense, oversensitive artist that is quite difficult to record. This song is the first from an intended album, but he put so much into this single effort, that his physical well being was threatened. We at Big and Tall Records hold our collective breath for him to recover and wish him the best during his recuperation! Until then, enjoy this dramatic reading about a zit on his face!
It was there lookin' mean and greasy,
'bout the size of a Roosevelt dime.
I tried to squeeze it time after time,
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| Milford Boil In A Calm Moment |
But it always made me feel queasy.
There was a hair sticking out of it too,
And my skin was all red and lumpy,
my skin was even more bumpy
as I squeezed ‘til I turned blue.
It kept defeating me at each turn,
No matter what I’d do!
Someone help me get through,
As my stomach is starting to churn.
It was the blackhead of Satan himself!
But I took the mirror from the shelf,
Held it close so I could learn
How to squeeze it out myself!
I pushed and I pushed,
til my thumb tips turned white!
It was a horrible demon, and put up a terrible fight!
But I saw the black crust arise from the must of the pus
that was being held back.
The pressure was great, no more to wait,
as the core came shooting out fast.
It hit the mirror hard,
and broke a big shard out of the glass!
The green and pink goo ran down my face
til it made my belly more queasy.
But I conquered the beast,
and it began to release
all the gunk that didn’t come easy.
I kept up the pressure, until I was
real sure that the goddamed thing was all empty!
I got out all the blackhead from hell,
what a story to tell!
About the demon that lived on my face!
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