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Safe and Sound and Fury
03:16
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the sign has been defaced,
"jesus saves and then he scores."
i hate it when you say
that when it rains it really pours
peace and love and light and heat!
eat and run and hide and seek and destroy!
safe and sound and fury!
safe and sound and fury!
i up and left and right now
there's been some kind of hue and cry
men with high and tight crowns
spill from the five by five and dime
click and drag and drop and roll!
flesh and blood and guts and glory hole in one!
safe and sound and fury!
safe and sound and fury!
heart and soul on piano
my part is what i like the least
do you think that good old daniel
might have already trained the beast?
kiss and tell me what to do
far and wide awake, i knew
that you do what you do what you do what you do what you do what you do what you do
that you do what you do what you do what you do what you do what you do what you do
here and now and then and there!
hard and fast and loose and free and fair and square!
up and down and out and in!
long and short and sweet and sour lime and gin!
safe and sound and fury!
safe and sound and fury!
safe and sound and fury!
safe and sound and fury!
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2. |
Kam Man
03:07
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the mightiest bird in the sky
rests its head on the thigh
of optimus prime
i have buried my knife in the garden
sending out texts close to three
to make sure that you've seen
all the things on tv
i have buried my keys to the kingdom
all alone in kam man in the late afternoon
he watches himself on the camera,
blurry face passing through
i have buried the news that you brought me
optimus prime wants to throw
the great bird from his bones
but it's already flown
i have buried the stones from the cherries
all alone in kam man in the late afternoon
we're watching ourselves on the camera,
blurry shapes passing through
i have buried the news that you brought me
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3. |
Marie Antoine
03:25
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my companion in grief
we know that pleasure is brief
the length of an insect life
a spider in the night, a friend i don’t want by my side
eight eyes look at me
and they don’t know i’m alive
they don’t know what’s inside of me
little marie antoine lives in a box
tiny and intoxicated
everybody is gone
and though the party was long
it felt like it never arrived
all those kinds of pie, did you find out what’s inside?
why look at me?
i don’t know what i like
i don’t know what to try to be
little marie antoine lives in a box
tiny and inoculated
it’s meant to be handled
it’s meant to be loved
but it’s never enough
i’m friends with a dancer
and she takes off her gloves
in the middle of winter
the joint of her thumb
is dry on the number
of little marie antoine who lives in a box
tiny still and automated
at the close of the day
we will have nothing to say
i’ll reach out and shut the light
i've never seen you cry, but the silence is so nice
lie down with me
i don’t know what i like
i don’t know what’s inside of me
little marie antoine, our little talks
leave me dry and aggravated
we’re meant to be living
we’re meant to begin
the bruise on my shin —
i’m friends with a dancer
and she eases me in
at the end of the platform
the tilt of her chin
transfixes all comers
and little marie antoine lives in a box
tiny and intoxicated
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4. |
Demons
03:52
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i don't know who it's for
but i found a note in your jacket on the back of the door
it said, "i don't remember the name of the war,
but i wanted to defend her, and i came up short."
if i've never really looked at you before, i'm sorry for it
the more i try to see your smile for what it is, the more it seems to change
the light is laughing as it plays across your face,
and then it fades
my mask as a wrestler would be purple and green
if these have been the best years of my life, then that's obscene
you carried the takeout balanced on your knees
and you walked into that fake house like the girl of someone's dreams
if i could feed a piece of me to beasts, i think i'd do it
last night i made a list of what i knew and when i knew it
and it didn't look like much because there isn't much i know
and even so...
when i want to believe in demons, then i find i don't
i'm in the mood to eat something alive
what i'd really like to do is somehow never die
i think i could believe in demons if i really tried
i've never really looked at you before; i'm sorry for it
the more i try to see your smile for what it is, the more it seems to change
the light is laughing as it plays across your face,
and then it fades
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5. |
The Weatherman
03:29
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my job is i’m the weatherman
for channel sixty-two
and i want to get together, man
but it’s really up to you
we’ll try for tuesday night
before the waning of the light
before the storm comes in
and buries us in white
i read the news,
it said rain’s due in your head
the clouds around your eyes
mean i might never see your face again
the news,
it changes every day
the anchor’s name is patience
and she never liked me anyway
my love, keep me posted
i wake up in the morning
and i tie my favorite tie
and i issue out a warning
for the snow that’s six feet high
afraid i’m booked this week
unless we find a time to meet
between the hailstorm
and the flooding in the street
i read the news,
it said rain’s due in my heart
the clouds around your eyes
mean i might never find a place to start
the news,
it changes every day
the anchor’s name is richard
and he never liked me anyway
my love, keep me posted
the seasons change
and i can’t see the green screen
but i know it’s bound to rearrange
my love, keep me posted
i read the news,
it said rain’s due in my heart
the clouds around your eyes
mean i might never find a place to start
the news,
it changes every day
the anchor’s name is iordan
and they never liked me anyway
my love, keep me posted
keep me posted (x 4)
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6. |
Kiss of Life
03:47
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late the other night i had planned to tell you
what i meant to do
no one ever lies anymore,
you felt you almost missed the days when they used to
when you were little, we all had the blues
it’s just what you do, it’s true,
in school you looked like somebody famous
and that gold ring had no one to claim it but you
once you said to me that you thought you’d never
fall in love again
then you tapped your knee, sighed,
and checked the weather, or were you still and silent? i forget
while we were waiting, i said you’d regret
that need to pretend, and when you said,
"there is no need to be angry"
a choir of angels stood up and sang me a tune
doo doo doo…
friday candles race, sweating little white pearls
which will burn out first?
sadly, in my case, you could fill
the whole world with what i don’t remember or observe
deep in the weekend i work up the nerve
to call it absurd that no one earns
their place on earth, it’s a gift
but some rich men dance while you are as stiff as a broom
doo doo doo…
do you think I haven’t said it at all?`
was it a kiss or the kiss of life,
can’t recall my name or who to blame for it
do you think it’s you who writes on the wall?
it either fits, or it’s fitful
and that is all I’d give you if you came for it
kick the snack machine, that’s just masochism
here we are again
pay to fix your teeth, just live with your vision
tuesdays free for children under ten
nobody says much and nobody’s friends
is that how it ends? depends, but when
i’m inside out on the table
oh kiss of life, i thought it was shameful and rude
doo doo doo…
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7. |
Part-Time Angel
04:10
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i threw out my knife collection
hallowed as it was
i cut out the whole midsection
now i'm in the running for a lack thereof
part-time angel, full-time thief
never use this list of words, they make you sound weak
there's a hole in your heart but it still tries to beat
i made out my will in jest
and left me all my beds
all the ones i ever slept in
unmade, untouched, and just like when i left, unwed
frisbee behind cvs
as yet undiscovered bottleneck
nice local girls and well, you know the rest
what a waste of of day,
to carry on this way is so feminine and strange
then again, no danger of surrender if you're dead
ursula said the center is joy, not happiness,
i don't know what she meant
part-time angel, full-time thief
never use this list of words if you ever wanna eat
there's a hole in your heart where the ends didn't meet
and we teased you then, didn't we?
greasy, over easy, something's on your mind
wheezy, people-pleasy, counting all your dimes
racerback girl with portrait eyes
never use this list of words if you wanna be my bride
there's a hole in your heart where the blood won't decide
you know, something that i've found
the body sticks around, unsupervised, unsound
everyone's recovering from babel in the end
oh, when you said that life was a chore and you lay back down,
what was it you meant?
answer to the name of nothing
listen at the door
sit here with your ankles touching
until somebody asks you what you're waiting for
part-time angel, full-time thief
never use this least of words, they make you sound weak
there's a hole in your heart but it still tries to beat
part-time angel, full-time thief
never use this list of words, they make you sound weak
there's a hole in your heart where the song won't repeat
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8. |
Make Some Room
04:18
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after rosh hashanah, the old man despairs
it's up to me and donna to finish the apples and pears
cut the bruise out with a knife
i can count the years of my life on my two hands
somewhere a band plays "lover man"
wonder where you've got to with egg on your face
don't do what you ought to though tuesday you turn twenty-eight
everybody needs some time
but i can count the years of this night on my two hands
and man, gddamn, ain't it bland?
in the backseat you tell me that you told me so
and though i don't know what that could mean
i'm nodding along like i do
oh, the truth is no one knows the truth
does gd only do what she has to?
make some room
when donna plays hangman, it's a pointless game
it's all the same slang and every other time it's her name
somehow still we guess all night
drawing shoes, a face, and a tie to save the man
we name him stan, he's still standing
rosy-cheeked and tipsy, you play us a song
and though i don't know what it could be
i'm nodding along like i do
oh, the truth is i don't think it's true
that you only do what you have to,
make some room
a pinch of salt over your shoulder guarantees immunity,
that's what my grandma told me
like ladies with dogs, as we get older, every week i look more like you
or do you look more like me?
i don't think it's funny how much you're alone
i'll bribe you with real money to get you to talk on the phone
everybody has a light
but i can count the times i've seen mine on my two hands
i'll serve the man overhand
under the arch you say i look like me
and though i don't know what that could mean,
we're moving along like i do,
oh, the truth is none of this is new
if gd only does what she has to,
make some room
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9. |
My Third Love
03:50
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she lives in brookline
across from my old job
she’d’ve been here by lunchtime
but wasn’t fast enough
anyone would, anyone would stop before you came along
anyone would, anyone would stop
she works in margarine
“a taste you can believe”
she tucks my one dress shirt in
she’s rolling up my sleeves
anyone would, anyone would leave me while i’m off my feet
anyone would, anyone would leave
above the street
lines that never meet
make places birds can be
step off the T
nod your head at me
umbrellas heavy, sleek
it’s strange but not unheard of
the first day my of my third love
she walks home at midnight
the road is sown with salt
she eats the chocolate outside
but spits out the malt
anyone would, anyone would stop before you if they saw
anyone would, anyone would stop
anyone would, anyone would stop before you if they saw
anyone would, anyone would stop
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10. |
Running Back in Time
03:21
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from whose belly came forth the ice?
who gave birth to the frost of heaven?
in the last of the failing light,
there's nothing much to show and nothing much to go on
and i stand in the snow, trying to write
some kind of a koan or a psalm or a diatribe
the train is late, it's early, now it's running back in time
water congeals like stone
and the surface of the deep compacts
the sky is a plane of bone,
and bluejays shout at thieves now clean right through to springtime
and i stand in the snow, trying to write
some kind of a koan or a psalm or a diatribe
the train is late, it's early, now it's running back in time
laminate songbirds and frame them like photographs
i bet the whole world would pay to be done with all that–
i was born on my mother's back
i met a juggler in leather gloves
they tossed the balls too fast to see
they say it's your turn to be in love
to taste a honey cake as wonderful as eden
and i stand in the snow, trying to fight
some kind of a groan, or the sigh of an anchorite
the train is late, it's early, now it's running back in time
the train is late, it's early, now it's running back in time
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Lee Zangari Boston, Massachusetts
folk music from some flounder
"one of the most unique and brilliant sounds to emerge from greater new england. a truly gifted artist." – south shore magazine
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