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Hudson River
03:49
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Under the sun
Out of the blue
On Amsterdam Avenue
A baker's dozen red birds flew by you
Screaming into your ears
Screaming
I know what’s goin' on with you
It's nothing new
It’s just that same old fractal repeating over your eyes
Into your ears
On your hands
A baker's dozen red birds flew westward
Into the Hudson River that day
It's a strange thought
But what do you do when you've gotta run?
We're getting to the point where we can finally steal our hands back from the box
Of miscellaneous garbage stolen confiscatingly by the police
But it's not gonna be hard for the police
Even though it's hard for everyone
It's a strange thought
But what do you do when you’ve gotta run?
This machine is breaking down
It’s time to pull the plug on the neon clown
We're getting to the point where we can finally steal our lives back from the sky
Where they’ve been held eternally
Under lock and key solitarily by the police
But it's not gonna be hard for the police to break into our homes
It's a strange thought
But what do you do?
You’ve gotta run
This machine is breaking down
It’s time to pull the plug on the neon clown
It's a strange thought
But what do you do?
You’ve gotta run
This machine is breaking down
It’s time to pull the plug on the neon clown
We're getting to the point where we can finally steal our hands back from the box
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2. |
West Coast
01:35
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On the streets of San Francisco
I went for a walk with an old friend of mine
The world was strange
The sun set
I was ten years old
My face fell into the dirt
The trees were different
Dancing birth into death-pregnant architecture
And a bizarre, withering old fellow
And his chihuahua screamed in my direction
"My name is Rupert Murdoch!
Get off my fucking lawn!"
I said
"All the emperors of infancy sat and stared at everything
Or something becoming nothing
A subway masturbator in the corner fucked off
A man walked into a train station
And just started flatlining"
I said
"It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Slipped
And flew
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Right into you"
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3. |
You Turned 22
02:11
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I wrote you about it
Said you didn't bring anyone
All the lights were on
But there was no one there
I wrote you about it
Said things have changed
Between me and you
And I don't know what to do
You turned 22
You lived
And then your theories came true
The day you turned 22
There was nothing left of you
New York's rising from below you
And I'm not gonna take you out of this
New York's rising from below you
And I'm not gonna help you fuck your way out of this
You turned 22
You lived
And then your theories came true
The day you turned 22
There was nothing left of you
You're gone
Your life has ended
Your life never was
Your life never was
You turned 22
You lived
And then your theories came true
The day you turned 22
There was nothing left of you
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4. |
Love Letter
03:07
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I never sent it out
And everything is changing
Everything has changed
No
Nothing is changing
But maybe I've changed
I want you to go back and find
I want you to go back and find
That you're the one
But not for me
So I can walk around and say
I'll write you a letter
But it sure as hell ain't gonna say
I'm in love
'Cause I'm not in love with you
I never sent it out
I never sent it out
And it's not like I'm getting anything I want
Get out
And it's not like I sent you the letter I wanted to send
The love letter
The love letter
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5. |
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So I'm standing on the Southeast corner of
2nd Avenue and East Houston Street
in New York City 3 years ago
at 3 in the morning on a Monday night or a Tuesday morning
I'm waiting for the stoplight
I'm waiting for the stoplight
I'm coming home from a gig
I've got my guitar
It's 3 in the morning
on a Tuesday morning
on a Monday night
3 years ago
on the Southeast corner of
2nd Avenue and East Houston Street
in New York, New York,
USA,
Earth
There's this old guy
This guy
This old guy
His name's Carlos
He's sitting in a wheelchair
across from me
His name's Carlos
He's an old guy
in a wheelchair
His name's Carlos
So I take out my guitar
at 3 in the morning
on a Monday night
Tuesday morning
3 years ago
in New York City
I'm on my way home from a gig
I take out my guitar
on the Southeast corner of
2nd Avenue and East Houston Street
Waiting for the stoplight
And I'm like
"HEY"
And this guy Carlos
This old guy
He's in a wheelchair
Sitting across from me
He's not waiting for the stoplight
but he's sitting across from me
and he's like
"HEY
MY NAME'S CARLOS"
And I'm like
"HEY CARLOS"
And he's like
"so there's this girl
this girl Alicia
and this girl is on FIRE
but her manager doesn't know
that this guy's on FIRE"
And I'm like
"WHO
WHAT GUY
WHO'S THIS GUY
WHO'S ON FIRE"
And this guy Carlos is like
"THAT'S ME
I'M CARLOS
THERE'S THIS GIRL ALICIA
SHE'S ON FIRE
BUT HER MANAGER DOESN'T KNOW
THAT THIS GUY'S ON
FIRE"
So I'm like
"Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know"
So Carlos is like
"Carlos is on fire"
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
'Cause she's famous-er than anyone I know
He's just an old man in a wheelchair
Singin' for strangers
Hopes that one day she'll see
Hopes that one day she'll notice
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia soon will know
He's fiery-er than anyone she knows
And I'm just Cannonball Statman with a guitar
Yeah, really that's all I know
I'm not ready for this
I'm not ready for this fire
I'm not ready for this
I'm not ready for this fire
So keep your copyright
I don't know how to use it
Save it for someone who really needs it
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia soon will know
He's fiery-er than anyone else
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6. |
Evil Twin Thunder
04:03
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I've got a problem with your mind
I've got a skeleton
It's mine
I've got a shadow in my room
I've got a memory
But I'll forget it soon
And in the entrance to your house
You held an artifact from the past
It was August
In the year of the Ox
And photography was the form of art
Right before I met thunder
My soul went numb
Talked to lots of doctors
No one could figure out what went wrong
My soul knew in the next two weeks
It was gonna die
Went under anesthesia, said
"Fuck you
Goodbye
You're living in the darkness
Living with no way out
Another person they can't control
Another blood draw gone wrong
You've got the disease"
I've got a limit on my time
And a mosquito
It loves to whine
I've got a shadow of a door
Leading into the window inside the floor
And above the blue part of the floor
There was a shit stain on the back of the door
And I was staring into space
With long flowing black hair in my face
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7. |
The Morgue
03:26
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From the sunny skies of Brooklyn, New York
You and I drove into structured suburbia
Drove to avoid the stench of the city
And leave our problems behind for the summer
But you found yourself in the morgue again
Staring into the time machines there
I found myself in the strip mall again
With the addict's delusions of the wiccans in the parking lot
We checked ourselves into the hospital again
Which welcomed us with open arms
You watched us like ants under a microscope
Left your corpse somewhere distant and betrayed
You visited me in the hospital again
With a young woman, a friend of yours
Saw by the twitch in her eye where she was from
Somewhere deep down in the hidden depths of America
Dark, painful fragment from the past
But that day, she stood bright and beaming
With a sharp, lightbulb smile
And the other night's nightmare she decided she was ready
For dreams of death
Got out of the hospital again
Was thrown out with open arms
Found someone I could be stupid about again
With smooth, dark hair resting on my chest
Troubling, violent fantasies
Boring parties
And dreams of death
We all had supper again
And you sat with a tall glass of the reddest blood
And you almost found out where it came from
We thought you knew
Came from down the road
Came from somewhere distant and betrayed
Came from somewhere far behind
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8. |
Days in Paper
04:53
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She lays out the pages on the table
She lays out the pages of the script
The pages are all out of order
Order out of the pages the script of
You turned me over
Pushed my face into the branches
You tried to take me over
Now you expect me to follow you
Hell no
Garçons guillotine days in paper
Garçons guillotine days in paper
Now I feel like the Brooklyn Bridge
I feel like a sewer rat
I feel like a poison man
Now I feel like the Brooklyn Bridge
I feel like a rat on the train tracks
I feel like a poison man
You turned me over
Pushed my face into the branches
You tried to take me over
Now you expect me to follow you
Hell no
Garçons guillotine days in paper
Garçons guillotine days in paper
He remembers how her eyes used to dance around on the floor
Those eyes don't dance around much anymore
On the train tracks
He remembers how her eyes used to dance around on the floor
Those eyes don't dance around much anymore
On the train tracks
You turned me over
Pushed my face into the branches
You tried to take me over
Now you expect me to follow you
Hell no
Garçons guillotine days in paper
Garçons guillotine days in paper
DAYS IN PAPER
DAYS IN PAPER
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Cannonball Statman New York, New York
Known for his soulful lyrics and guitar style described by Bob’s Aural Delights as “the edge of madness”, and a tenderness
and playful melancholy that can be called “romantic punk”.
"Statman has made a name for himself in the music scene, sharing stages with Jeffrey Lewis, Days N' Daze, and Sunflower Bean, as well as touring across America, Europe, and Asia." (amNewYork)
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