The Crime Of The Century Podcast

Come back.

Or don’t.

Decide for yourself what is right.

I turned my ear to the ground today.

It wasn't loud.

It wasn't loud at all.

The sun is sparkling outside.

I see a gleam of it.

But I have to get up and go to work.

I don't know what to do.

I just laugh.

I laugh and I laugh and you smile.

Why do you smile?

I was waiting on fire one night.

I sat here. Waiting on fire.

I wish I could leave this room.

You are thinking of me, out there in the air.

Reach into the air.

One. More. So three.

I don't know what that means. One more so three.

It’s a poor boy.

He lost his friends. He lost his father.

He lost everything he ever had.

But don’t say poor boy to me.

Oh, poor boy.

You think you know who’s poor?

You shut the door on my closest accord.

I am not a fool no more.

RING.

RONG.

BOING.

Look at your tills. Make a purse.

It’s a European jewel, I must add.

We don’t want it.

We don’t want it.

It's mostly all from you, and we don't want it.

We can't talk about our experience in this house.

Smoking cigarettes.

Smoking cigarettes in the dark.

Skies get water for a life of all.

My brain... I can't feel any pain in it.

To give to everybody. Except you.

My little friend.

You’ve got a family story.

You’re a jerk. You don't work.

You're like some angel in the sky.

Angel in the sky-y-y.

You’re living free. I’m just living high.

You’re a mess.

A spirit.

Living on white.

[Verse 1 - The Glass]

I looked at your face.

The light was hitting the glass

at an angle. I felt

myself watching you. Not dropping.

Just... watching. You were happening.

[Verse 2 - The Step]

Like a step you miss

in the dark. But I did not

miss it. I just noticed

the way you looked at the floor

when you laughed. You cannot fake that.

[Verse 3 - The Counting]

I counted the lines

around your eyes. Not to count.

Just to see them. Each

one is a small map of somewhere

you have been. I have not been there.

[Verse 4 - The Running]

You are always running,

even when you sit still.

I can hear the train

from here. It is not a sad sound.

It is just a sound. Like a breath.

[Verse 5 - The Room]

Why is it so hard

to just sit in the room? I do

not know. But I am

sitting. You are sitting. That is

already something. That is already.

[Verse 6 - The Picture]

If I knew what you

were looking for, I would tell

you. But I do not.

I am not the girl who stays

in the picture. I move. I move.

[Verse 7 - The Film]

The film is old now.

The colors are bleeding at

the edges. But that is

not a sad thing. It just means

the film has been held. Has been looked at.

[Verse 8 - The Leak]

The cup has a leak.

It is okay. It is not

a tragedy. It is

just a cup. I will drink it

faster. Or I will not drink it. Okay.

[Verse 9 - The Distance]

I think you are afraid

of the distance

you keep between your hands

but distance is not empty.

It is just... space

[verse 10 - The End]

Space for the light to move through

I am not unhappy

I am just watching you happen.

That is different.

Okay.

[Verse 1]

あなたの顔を見たとき

恋に落ちていくのを感じた

きっと、それでよかったんだわ

あのとき目にした、あなたの姿

[Refrain]

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2]

運命の人だって、わかってた

運命の人だって、わかってた

その素敵な笑顔を見ただけで

決して偽ることのできないもの

それは、あなたが駆け抜けてきた道のり

[Refrain]

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge]

どうして素直に受け入れられないんだろう

もし、あなたの未来の姿が見えていたら

もし私が、あなたにとっての「その人」になれたら

それが私の、永遠の人生になっていたはずなのに

[Outro]

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

[Verse 1]

I used to walk the asphalt where the semis scream and moan

Crossed over 8 Mile in a haze, a thousand miles from home

Purple syrup in a styrofoam cup, a slow-motion kind of blind

Nearly left my boots imprint on a Peterbilt's grill design.

But there ain’t no trucks out here tonight, just the stillness and the space

A long, long way from Tennessee, looking for a saving grace.

Now I'm a walking man in a sandbox, just kicking at the stone

Stumbling through the sagebrush, like a complete unknown.

[Chorus]

And those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night

They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light

I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs

And a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies.

[Verse 2]

I’m thinking 'bout my girl back yonder, the one with the vacant stare

Smoked cigarettes by the carton, bleach blonde tangled hair

with needle tracks on both her arms, a mind cooked on the stove

But I swear to God I loved her, just like all the rest I loved.

She had a monkey on her back, a habit she couldn't break

Just staring straight through plaster, waiting for the floor to shake.

Now I'm tearing up my denim on a Cholla cactus spine

Bleeding in the gravel, trying to get her off my mind.

[Chorus]

While those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night

They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light

I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs

And a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies.

[Bridge]

They say the desert’s safe because the traffic cannot reach

But the shadows here have talons, and the wind has got a speech.

No semi-truck can hit me, no brake lines gonna shriek

But the silence is so heavy that it makes my knees go weak.

Old Scratch is on the horizon, strumming on a cigar box box strings

Mocking every lonesome lyric that a walking man sings.

[Verse 3]

The syrup’s finally wearing off, the desert air is cold

A million stars above me looking ancient, mean, and old.

I’m just a ghost in blue jeans, pulling thorns out of my skin

Wondering where the highway ends and the madness must begin.

There is no known out here, just the cactus and the dirt

And the memory of a wide-eyed girl who taught me how to hurt.

[Chorus]

And those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night

They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light

No, I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs

Just a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies.

[Outro]

Yeah, under Western skies...

Watch your step, Wayne.

The thorns'll get ya if the memory don't.

Just keep walking

One stem is standing

in the water mirror-bowl

I turn it slowly—

to the left, right feels too bold

and I am not bold.

I leave it alone

because touching makes it scared

like me in new shoes.

The flower does not complain—

it just leans a little west

like it knows the way.

Maybe tomorrow

I will turn it one more time

or maybe not—

flowers don't check their watches,

and neither should I, I think.

So I leave it alone.

The water is still.

The stem is still.

We are three shy things

not needing to move.

Pan Tara 2026 by Anguine De Poutine by Matt Love

[Verse 1 - The Entrance]

The concrete floor is

very cold. The ceiling is

very high. I feel

small. Like a mouse in a

castle made of paper towels.

[Verse 2 - The Cart]

The cart is too big.

It has a mind of its own.

It wants to go left.

I want to go right. We make

a compromise. We go straight.

[Verse 3 - The Samples]

A lady offers

a small cup of something.

I do not know what it is.

I take it anyway.

It is warm. That is enough.

[Verse 4 - The Peanut Butter]

Giant tubs of peanut

butter. Enough for a year.

Or five years. I do not

know how long peanut butter

lasts. Longer than I will, maybe.

[Verse 5 - The Coffee]

Five-pound bags of coffee.

Who drinks this much coffee?

Someone with many

friends. Or someone who is very

afraid of running out.

[Verse 6 - The Rotisserie]

The rotisserie

chickens are spinning slowly.

They look like they are

dancing. A sad dance. A hot dance.

I buy one. I do not know why.

[Verse 7 - The Tire Center]

The tire center is

very bright. I do not

understand the tires.

They are black and round and still.

Like sleeping animals.

[Verse 8 - The Checkout]

The receipt is very long.

It touches the ground.

I am now the owner

of things I did not know I needed.

A ladder. A jar of pickles. A blanket.

[Verse 9 - The Parking Lot]

The parking lot is

dark now. The stars are out.

I load the boxes

into the trunk. Each one is

a small mystery. What did I buy?

[Outro]

We came for one thing.

One small thing.

I do not remember what it was.

But we have a chicken.

And a ladder.

And a very long receipt.

The cart is empty now.

I am not.

The car is full.

Okay.

[Verse 1]

Inna ald leches, tis alage mansk tarstugion,

Tis aesothe viltere do anathesang bon,

Mansk stepane odonave tis hinden damma,

Tis nace caeus scatacedes cis bind.

[Verse 2]

Tis deherit staves do winot stapikos meabum,

Ot statmum staves nace heracars fosta,

Ound lyce scatacedes ori aesothe do fossum,

Odonave give tis ameswum ori tis meabum.

[Verse 3]

Ot stepane tis cline ori Greenwytches mansk,

Tis true statmum kamenisor ori inna,

Aicin odonave tis fuewel making stianang,

Nace tis nace caeus scatacedes stianang.

[Verse 4]

Tis secres zouties ori tis weas meabum,

Do soid nace tis alage sloka fosta,

Fils teen exigvorti ori tis lechers,

Odonave statmum tis amethlybenga heracars.

[Verse 5]

Tis stan ori staves, tis sap ori clods,

Joes adewing shvog tis ald meabum,

Cis log joes soid tis tarstugion so shvog,

Ori tis simpfarn mansk inna tis dammerstwares.

[Verse 6]

Tis stapikos tis stepane, like orits viltere,

Nace viltere ameswum cline tis lechers,

Tis swant bis ori theses do goaes,

Shvog tis beskivy ound beskivy mowd.

[Verse 7]

Mossery mansk do soid cis alage bon,

Odonave follow tis stepane inna tis nace,

Winot veowel lechers can stepane tis skinstone,

Nace tis powisfing aesothe tarstugion soid.

[Verse 8]

Tis nickestod fock ori veowel bairds,

Anathesang tis winot-tarstugion, aesothe tarstugion,

Tis geels this odonave us, tis prane it shvog,

Inna tis ameswum nace tis agee misloot.

[Verse 9]

Misloot ound stupple tis wiston ori awam,

Conocer anathesang acade me ori awam,

Tis swant heracars rises onna tis swant,

Odonave fill tis deherit cis its heracars.

[Verse 10]

Tis line brae secres ori tis alage fang,

Nace tis alage bairds ori tis meabum anathesang,

Tis stepane alage, tis stepane veowel,

As tis hinden damma veowel.

[Verse 1]

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Looking for the rhythmic truth

But you have a technical gap in your indexing

A footprint leak in your youth

[Chorus]

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[Outro]

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Healing by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love