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Amaranthine
04:16
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You won’t die from frustration
But it will leave a mark in tender places
You won’t even remember
The sickening parts
In time…
You’ll pick up some habits from your high school friends
You’ll sit in the attic planning crimes
It’s set up this way by design
To keep you guessing
What’s the meaning of something
Amaranthine?
Never fading, never draining to nothing
Amaranthine….
You make a clarification
To drunken remarks and social graces
And you don’t even remember
The holes in your heart
In time…
You end obsessing over high school friends
It’s sort of depressing, but benign
It’s set up this way by design
To keep you guessing
What’s the meaning of something
Amaranthine?
Never fading, never draining to nothing
Amaranthine
I learned my lesson -
Love is thicker than anger and liquor combined
Cause it never fades, it only turns into something
Amaranthine
But it’s all just folderol
A way to occupy your mind
Each prayer’s a casting call
You can’t fight city hall
I think the good Lord just resigned
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Command Overhead
03:14
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You send me secret messages
With your tender accusations
I comb through every consonant
In our coded conversations
I listen very carefully
For the end of every sentence
Then drop a salty swollen tear
Evidence of my repentance
I can show you how sorry I am
Please excuse my command overhead
I knew what you meant, I’m afraid I forgot what you said
I panic and forget my part
I stumble over every line
You look like you’re enjoying this
And your eyes have gone to dollar signs
Please spare me your sympathy
And your patient understanding
I learned your love song years ago
Each revision notwithstanding
I can show you how sorry I am
Please excuse my command overhead
I knew what you meant, I’m afraid I forgot what you said
I heard you the first time, excuse me while I go drop dead
You smash up the living room
While I wait out the storm in the attic
You shout and you plead with me
But I can’t hear you over the static
Sometimes, you say, you could strangle me
You always had a flair for the dramatic
I see your mouth moving but all I can hear is just….
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3. |
East Of The Fault Line
04:19
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“Don’t be afraid,”
Said the six to the seven of spades
“When the night is this clear,
You can see it from here”
The Cherry Estates were all dark
But we knew someone else was awake
And the moon hung that low and so big it looked fake
But the worst part is over now
All that’s left is a hole in the ground
California’s gone
It broke right off and then sank in the ocean
Western Nevada just got a promotion today
“You couldn’t relate,”
Said the seven of clubs to the eight
“It was always a scheme,
Just a paranoid dream.”
We sat on the roof of the house
And the wind blew her hair in my face
And the smoke rose in a pale imitation of grace
But the worst part is over now
All that’s left is a hole in the ground
California’s gone
Broke right off and then sank in the ocean
Western Nevada just got a promotion
The highways are teeming with calvary clover
Give all the young dreamers a chance to start over today
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Seventeen dollars in singles in a secondhand purse
The loneliness kills you, but somehow the boredom is worse
You find yourself telling a story that happened to someone else
To a row of blank faces
I wonder why you still hang out in these places
Maybe the roots you spent years putting down are just vines that won’t let you escape
So I don’t want you to stay
He leans in and whispers what you have to assume is a joke
With his breath full of promise and eyes full of cigarette smoke
The chips in your nail polish make them look like someone else’s hands
Someone you pity
You already kissed every boy in this city
Some things you love, some things you hate, but most things are only okay
So I don’t want you to stay
You can jump and just hover in space
Let the earth spin beneath you
And softly land in some other place
Because something is happening somewhere
And I won’t be the one in your way
So I don’t want you to stay
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5. |
Halflight
03:39
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Your ribs are a birdcage
And your heart is a parakeet
It flutters on every beat
But you muffle the sound
You try to be quiet
But your teeth are piano keys
Playing Bacharach melodies
They spill all over the ground
You hide in the heather and wait to be found
I saw you in halflight
Backlit by a streetlight
The way I would film you -
At the edge of every frame
I have a terrible talent for losing my balance
Where anyone can see
I don't think anyone would blame you for leaving me
You bird is a flyer
But the bones are so delicate
That I can't help but trample it
To hear that wonderful sound
And my mouth is a liar
In a cheap private eye disguise
Plugging holes in my alibis
To keep you around
I knew that I'd lost you, and looked at the ground
I saw you in halflight
Backlit by a streetlight
The way I would film you -
At the edge of every frame
I have a terrible talent for losing my balance
Where anyone can see
I don't think anyone would blame you for leaving me
But this time it will be different
Can you suspend your disbelief?
But I don't think anyone would blame you for leaving me
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You struck out, you left alone
The worst of the human condition
You dug out a cigarette
And turned the key in the ignition
If you need me to tell you a joke
To buy drinks for tonight ‘cause you’re broke
Well then pass me a smoke
I think that it’s going to rain
We’ll sit and we’ll drink and I’ll listen while you complain
It turns out he’s one of those
I warned you but you wouldn’t listen
I won’t say I told you so
At least ‘til you give me permission
You don’t need to pretend you’re allright
I’m not sure it’ll help but it might
I’m not being polite
I honestly want you to stay
Just sit there and listen, there’s something I want to say
It’s just so typical
That he’d break your heart so carelessly
But it’s just so difficult to see
How you can close your eyes to all the guys
Who’d give you the things that you need
Someone for instance like me
I’ll be here when you come around Marie
It’s no good to be depressed
And sit in your drafty apartment
You can consider me
Your human resources department
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7. |
Little Charles
02:23
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How do you know when your real life begins?
Who do you root for if you know who wins?
When should you give up and when do you fight?
When you can’t sleep, what do you do all night?
You wonder if somewhere there’s somebody who
Would laugh at your jokes and would smell like shampoo
She’d keep all your secrets and dry every tear
And whisper her confidence into your ear
The summer you were seven and you broke your wrist
I signed your cast and taught you how to make a fist
I never thought that we would end up quite like this
But sometimes you know that it’s right
I swear you are saving my life
My real life is starting tonight
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8. |
Snow
05:36
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I would meet you in the park because we didn’t have any other place to go
And I would feel the inches of your skin, the color and the temperature of snow
Listing all of our imaginary plans
You blew a river of your breath into my hands
Snow can sometimes come down pretty quick
But no one’s sure if it’ll stick
Until it lands
With your mother out of town we finally had a place where we could be alone
But when I held you in her bed you were as rigid and unhappy as a stone
When it was over, I apologized, and you told me I shouldn’t worry
And I walked home eleven blocks without a coat and it began to flurry
And every flower shop would summon up your scent
I wrote your name outside the school in wet cement
I thought it would be permanent and pure
But I admit that I’m not sure
What it meant
Time can only go in one direction
You can study your reflection
And watch the lines grow from the corners of your eyes
Memory’s as fickle as the weather
Each sound echoes on forever
And you know everything and everybody dies
So your family moved away and I would write you all those awkward letters
And your responses would arrive about a week after you sent them
You said you hated your new school, but that your allergies were better
It was impossible to know both your position and momentum
It was impossible to know both your position and momentum
And now you’re just somebody that I used to know
And where I wrote your name is buried in the snow
Every little thing comes down to chance
And shitty luck, and circumstance
I should know
Time can only go in one direction
You can study your reflection
And watch the lines grow from the corners of your eyes
Memory’s as fickle as the weather
Each sound echoes on forever
And you know everything and everybody dies
Everything and everybody dies
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9. |
Iodine
05:04
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@1977 Cohen/Spector
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10. |
So Long, So Long
03:40
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Here it comes, and there it goes
I’m either waiting or missing it
Somehow I can’t seem to give a shit
When it’s around
So long, so long, so long
Out on the highway, the lights come on
I hear you hum a familiar song
The windows rolled down
You took out a map, put your head in my lap
And said, “pick some place – we can start over.
I’ll follow you anywhere.”
Here I come, and there I go
And if you see me be kind to me
Pretend you missed me and lie to me
I’ll see you around
It isn’t so drastic
The heart is elastic
Just pick some place we can start over
I’ll follow you anywhere
So long, so long, so long
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David Singer & The Sweet Science Chicago, Illinois
David Singer is a filmmaker/musician/writer/composer based in Chicago.
His records have
found their way onto the Albums of the Year lists of the Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, No Depression, Huffington Post, and the prestigious Village Voice "Pazz & Jop" poll.
Greg Kot of Sound Opinions describes David as "one of the city's most evolved pop craftsmen of the last decade.”
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