The Linger Effect is a Bourgeois Scam

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This began as an opportunity to create a new song every week in 2012 and clear the archives of half-forgotten scraps of songs. Unfortunately, I fell behind due to school/work commitments. The project can probably now be considered complete as a 2CD set.


released January 3, 2012

Kent Burt is The Linger Effect.

Cover designed by Five Seventeen.




The Linger Effect St John's, Newfoundland and Labrador

Reputedly abandoned as an infant on the unforgiving permafrost of northeast Newfoundland and raised by sasquatch, TLE is the type of one-man music machine that arrives only once per generation. Velvety 6-string chuggalug, chilly Teutonic synth, Eurodisco, & Mancunian post-punk bound together by a sticky, spunky aplomb that only a lifetime of being switched on and streetwise can engender. ... more

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Track Name: Popism
you're on fire - you're a legend tonight
you're a supernova burning bright
attracting cheers and attracting shouts
attracting stares from detracting louts
at the all night parties with the all night boys
and the all night players with business ploys
some shining brightly but mostly just burning
and some turning on but most are just turning

under the lights and under the weather
you know how it will be and you should know better
but everyone wants to see and be seen
though no one gets more than a piece of the dream
oh everyone wants to be your friend
'til the evening fades and the bulbs all dim
where waiting patiently out of view
the morning is always ever true

oh everyone wants to go out with you
but no one wants to go home with you
oh everyone wants to go out with you
but no one wants to go home with you tonight
Track Name: How Awful About Allan
so now we're just a whispered rumour
a thought you have to think away
we're filed away in a closed cupboard
we're locked inside the room that you left today

you walk into the dreams of others
never mind that you can't even sleep
but no one is coming back to save you
and no one to judge the secrets that you keep

time will say nothing but i told you so
time will say nothing but i told you so
time will say nothing but i told you so
time will say nothing but i told you so
Track Name: Home is Where You Are
Are you soundly sleeping tonight, oh John?
Since you have gone
you know that you can't ever come home -
no not again -
so make it where you are, oh John.
On the streets unseen for so long
you know that they still speak your name
but no, it's not like before -
you were a winner, but they evened the score.

Are you soundly sleeping tonight, oh John?
Be glad that you've gone.
You know that you can't ever come home -
no not again.
Please don't dream tonight of the ones
who depended upon
the boy so handsome, so winsome and strong.
You know that they live in the past
and oh John, that's where they belong.
Track Name: Paranormal Bouquet
they flock to the mirror
like he invented suicide
entranced by the glimmer
that they see inside

they automatic write
the unfinished songs
i suppose it's their right
but it seems so wrong

the glass spells out the words
to the disillusioned herd
and on t-shirts in the square
you can see it everywhere

all in all (alone) is all we are (together!)
the universal individual
Track Name: Pray the Gay Away
Indoctrinated at a tender age,
taken under wing of the brethren's sage,
sheltered and shown how to behave,
shown how to recruit and how to save...
All the promises made really got you hooked,
but all that's really written in those books is
you've gotta get 'em while they're young -
yeah you've gotta get 'em while they're young.
And now you've got an ex-wife in the 'burbs
and a new child bride from the local church
and someday the Lord will take your troubles away
(well I've got bad news, honey, they're here to stay).
When you reach your holy hands out to tithe
you hear all the girls in the pews all sigh
and your parents they couldn't be more proud -
well, you're living the dream - or as close as allowed -
but you're still the same scared little, little boy
as you parade about your new decoy.
Oh, tell me, honey, now what would they say
if they knew the fellowship that you really crave?
No one knows the real you.
No one knows what's really true.
Oh, tell me how it feels to never feel whole?
And just how black is the dark night of the soul
as you pray the gay away?
Track Name: Sects
the streets are full of sects and i've lost my way
a flash of a smile leads me astray
i forget who i am when i see your face
but you drift by just to drift away
and you're the tenth today
you're not alone in leaving me alone
but i'm alone in every way
i need something new today
a laying-on of hands or just a lay
Track Name: Mirrors
your guard is up when the sun is low
i only called to let you know
if you say please i couldn't say no
so just believe and make it so

let me see your face
let me see your face

the street is dead but i'm alive
and laid out like a map for you
maybe someday you'll move to my town
and maybe someday i'll move you

can i see your face?
can i see your face?

my hands are your hands
oh i feel for you
do you feel anything?
fear anything you want to
i won't judge or laugh
just give it time to pass
i'll go if you say so
but i want you to know

i can see your face
i can see your face
Track Name: Marry Me, John Slattery!
I have the same dreams as any man -
from the Dutchman to the bayman,
from the bushman to the shaman,
to the churchman to the Klansman -

a car, a job, a solid home,
a silverfox of my very own -
and this is all I hope:

John Slattery, marry me!
Oh marry me, John Slattery!

It may not seem à propos,
but I'm not so strange, I'll have you know,
and this remains ever so:

when you're disheveled, i'm unleveled
when you're unshaven, i am raving
and rabid and depraved...

John Slattery, marry me!
Oh marry me, John Slattery!

I will drink the dregs of the day -
I will chase those cameras away.
Let's just shut the world out.

Let me pull the shades around -
I will keep you safe and sound...
Please just hear me out:

Anderson Cooper, marry me!
Victor Garber, marry me!
Oh marry me, George Clooney!
Henry Czerny, marry me!
Daniel MacIvor, marry me!
Oh marry me, John Slattery!
Track Name: TV Discotheque International
Dansez! Dansez! C'est cool.
Bon vivant! Bon vivant! C'est cool
Carte blanche! Carte blanche! C'est cool.
Vis-à-vis! Vis-à-vis! C'est cool.
Dos-à-dos! Dos-à-dos! C'est cool.

TV discotheque international.
Track Name: Notes For Tomorrow
I'd been wanting you to come
and you just went off on a tangent.
I'd been wanting moments to go
so years down the road along comes a memory

and you go along to help it along -
you build the memories and make them strong.
Oh I'll dream that you speak of me -
I'll imagine that you can speak kindly
(and you'll imagine that it's you that I imagine).

Oh I'll suck down your poison for years
for you've drained the years for your poison.
Oh I'll suck down your poison for years
for you've drained the years for your poison.
Track Name: Quakers
I don't mean to be impolite,
but darling please put out the light
and lie still - so still that we feel
the tremor of traffic a mile outside this town;
so still, each breath's an aftershock
from the faults we've found within -
deep down, deep seated -
on this two-seater journey
I usually ride alone.
Turn on automatic pilot -
it will guide us home.
Track Name: Steuerpimpel
You could pull yourself together,
but admit it - you like feeling bad.
You wanted too long, too hard,
too obviously for anyone to bear,
and now you stumble along dim streets
doubled-over with an ache
you just can't put into words.
Rejection's your predilection -
desperation, your preoccupation -
you're damaged.
Track Name: The Bigger Person
I could be the bigger person,
but i'm not.
I don't wish you well.
I just wish you hell.
Track Name: All Better
This may sound kind of heartless -
this may seem without tact,
but this is a point of interest.
This is in point of fact.

I say this without malice.
I say this without spite.
Life is better without you in it.
Life gets better every night.

I'm doing fine without you -
what else can I say?
Life gets better every minute.
Life is better in every way.

However I try to spin it
it comes out the same way:
life is better without your bullshit.
Life gets better every day.
Track Name: Strangers
Helping helpless hours to help themselves -
I'm poured over 6 cylinders;
given to skeletons of sour milk bodies
who'll go home on that someday ever-coming.

You will be lonely again.
I won't mind if you find me.
I'm a stranger here, myself.
Track Name: Idiophone
cabasa, celesta, cowbell, güiro,
handbells, hi-hat, marimba, vibraphone.
Track Name: 21st Century Gore Vidal
You believe everything I say
and it should be no other way.
You'll believe anything, it's true -
that's why I talk to you.
Every day I say something new
(some days - even about you)
and your eyes - oh how they glow! -
as you begin to know.

Nothing else could ever be
as nice as another me
and what have you got to lose
when you've nothing else to choose?
So keep your slate clean
and I'll fill it with reams
of anecdotes and memories -
it's all you'll ever need.
All I've got to give
is all you've ever live,
but I only share, I swear,
to show how much I care.
Track Name: The Lowdown on the Down-low
You're just another sad old man
sinking in a wrinkled suit.
Oh look - you've got your knees wet.
Oh look - you forgot your hat.
You lose your head, you said,
when you're at my place,
and you've lost the race -
but you're the same as anyone
and not some hopeless case.

Well we're wasting time
with all this talk -
would another smoke
help this to go down?
Or perhaps a drink?
Don't think - just act -
but don't play roles with me.
Don't play roles with me.

Time is almost up -
you've drained the cup
leaving rings as round
as those circling your eyes.
I hate good-byes.
Shall I see you tonight
just after eight?
This is what comes
with forty years of self-hatred:
deep in the dark you lay...
deep in the dark you lay...
garnering the courage to face
forty minutes of freedom a day.

Such a cliché...forty minutes a day.
Track Name: Seven Minutes in Heaven
I'm in the pictures they'll never show -
creased into corners of bottom drawers -
in the house I burn today
with seven minutes in heaven with you
after eons there alone.
Track Name: Newsreel Feeling
your curtains open & i hang bare
i will be a bore for you
for a lifetime of xmas and morning fucks
i want you to have everything you've got
with me

here you are my friend
& just for me again
that newsreel feeling
i pushed away a lifetime ago
i don't want my life in order
i only understand disorder

i didn't see your point
but your words still stick in my side

forgetting's not something you do
it's just something that happens to you
oh no
Track Name: Preface to Now
Words come quickly - a beautiful roar -
like a loaded gun in the house next door.
"A tattered blue blazer and battered old ring -
surely you can't care for these things?"

As your cigarette curls around my head
I'm taking in air, but can't catch my breath.
I don't remember anything before -
all my life was just a preface to Now.

Alive and awake and aware and free
and shining as bright as bright can be -
we glow!
If we go down, we go full of stars full-on!
Track Name: I Don't Want You To Want Me
I can no longer keep it up
and so you push me under.
All the good times shamed away -
you're the only one laughing today.

You don't want me to live -
you don't care what it means
to have you accept what you'll never
see as right or as clean.

I'm still the same boy
and.....a whole new person.
If all it takes is all we had,
well now, then it's worth it

to look in the mirror
and not look away -
to look in the mirror
and not feel that way -

and not feel sorry.

And so it's come down to this:
there's too many stories between us
'cause you need something over your head,
but I need something to stand on.

You don't want me around -
you just put me down.
You don't care what it means to have you
accept what you'll never see as me.

Well, boy, I've just gotta say
that all things change in little ways,
but you're the same, the same, the same -
a lifetime of yesterdays...

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