Marion, born december 5th, a sagittarius,
Mother & father, 2 little sisters, all were immigrants,
America was waiting for you
America was waiting for you
Marion’s fam’ly saw his humor as absurdity
Nevertheless, he joined the local university
& studied for a third of his life
He studied for a third of his life
& passed the bar
He was a lawyer
working for free
& was fervid in speech
All of the workers
That he’d protect
say he practiced what he preached
Hated the mayor, so he petitioned to recall the guy
For he attempted selling off Seattle City Light,
two hundred thousand names on the form
two hundred thousand names on the form
He, with the people on his side, became a congressman
Winning a district often taken by republicans
To Washington from Washington state
To Washington from Washington state
At 32
When re-elected,
Everyone loved him
Except for his peers
A coalition
Set on his downfall
Would form in his last years
He married a woman he knew for a week cuz he couldn’t wait
Took part in a riot while still on his honeymoon
They took him away in a jacket to the sanitarium
Declared as insane, jumped the fence of the place, & soon
returning home, announced his re-election
Then called the campaign off again
Almost as if becoming lesser like yourself had been an art,
Marion, less subdued & sober, saw the world observe him fall apart
He wrote a note & left his window several stories high
Landed abruptly near the car his wife was waiting by
They say she changed the day that he died
They say she changed the day that he died
& in the note, he said his only hope in life had been
That he’d improve upon the way the world was living in
But people only knew him as strange
The people only knew him as strange
And nothing more
Were you a genius,
Were you a fool,
or in need of a cure?
Was it in anger,
Was it in fear,
or had it been in fervor?
All of the quirks we used to have are now a symptom of
Acronyms we don’t get to know that we’re the victims of
Then people say that we’ll never change
& so, of course we don’t ever change
But still, we try
credits
from t.i.a.p.f.y.h.,
released June 4, 2021
Written by: Nat Puff
Produced by: Nat Puff
Mixed by: Nat Puff
Mastered for digital by: Lilian Davis
Piano by: Vera Much
Additional vocals by: Sophia Konat
Special thanks to: Marion Zioncheck, & Jeff Stevens for providing easy to access research on Marion Zioncheck here (cityofanxiety.wordpress.com/2017/03/27/zioncheck-for-president/)
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This album is honestly one of the greatest albums I've ever heard. Horribly underrated. Folky, raw, punkish, and heartbreakingly cryptic. Left At London
supported by 78 fans who also own “The Ballad of Marion Zioncheck”
continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun
The excellent new LP from Seattle’s Fotoform pairs the moodiness of goth with drifting dream pop melodies, resulting in bewitching songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2021