Aloysius, Bluegrass Drummer - Silver Jews

Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer, he was just a normal kid

Bloomin', trippin', flowin' under, just as I once did

At a 24-hour restaurant, open 'til the end of time

He was washing dishes there when he met Brick Butterfly

She was a no-wave singer for a country act working outta Region Ten

She was all strung out on hard street fat but he didn’t know it then

First a look, then a spark, sound of Velcro in the dark

His heart is spinning like a bicycle wheel

She and he laid the stems down flat in the middle of a field

Brick Butterfly had a history of sleeping with the kitchen staff

She was a hardcore gobbler and a longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap

Suet, tallow, liquid squeals, great mounds of plastic lard

That’s what she got the lad to steal on the night that he got fired

Aloysius woke at five a.

m, the hungry girl was gone

There was blood in the bedding, forks in the ceiling, and bones all over the

lawn

Like any strong young poet would, he packed his bags for Region Ten

I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then

Yes, I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then