july 7, 2023
featuring:
tim mechling / keys on "stop signs" & bass on "underground"
gabe hall-rodrigues / accordion on “agneau”
---gabe hall-rodrigues / accordion on “agneau”
stop signs
well i can’t do the numbers all up in my head without wetting the paper and using my hands
and i have to sing right from the top of the alphabet
well i had to buy earplugs for the grocery store i don’t think i can listen to strangers anymore
and you tell me when it’s my turn at the stop signs
will it make sense tomorrow, will numbers do nothing to me
is there something that i will outgrow and stop dreaming there’s something behind me
well my knees have stopped working i wish i could too, got more things left to go than i’ve got hours to do
and you can’t forget to make time for the laundry
yeah and that’s just another whose pile’s only grown, will i be satisfied with the things that I own
but i can’t help it at all if a sale’s on
will it make sense tomorrow, will numbers do nothing to me
is there something that i will outgrow and stop dreaming there’s something behind me
agneau
burn it out, jump until your feet are through the ground
find a sacrificial lamb within and shed your body of the smell of him
brûle saute, jusqu'à pieds traversent le sol
trouve agneau sacrificiel l'intérieur et débarrasser ton corps son odeur
versez-le hors du tonic, le ventre plein de gin
par-dessus épaules, paranoïa bourdonne si je pouvais brûler que avons fait
underground
can you, can you tell me when the atom bomb is dancing through the clouds
that you’ve done, what i’ve asked you that we’ve made amends and pocketed some rounds
well i don’t wanna learn to speak russian and i don’t wanna live underground
but some days the human rage is past discussion and you’ll be dead before you even hear the sound
can you, can you tell me that we’d have enough if we needed to get by
that we’ve done all the dancing in a seance and a prayer that they’ll comply
but after all, someone’s mother didn’t raise em in a way that someone else could ever change
and the questions only matter how you phrase em and the answers never matter either way
can you, can you tell me was it meant to fall apart the way it did
all i see, is the centuries of every novel innovation turned to shit
yes it’s great that your uncle flies an airplane but there’s another dropping bombs up in the clouds
and i’m sure that you’ve been honest with your campaign and that money’s unrelated to your crown
can we all just call the spades as they’re standing before we’re laying next to them and eating ground
icebox
come in it’s freezing, come in it’s freezing
slow down your breathing, winter is grieving
brand new phonograph
did you see my brand new phonograph it’s in the living room well i was aiming to impress you
i filled it up the birdhouse in the yard its belly full of hope with knowing what could visit soon
i don’t know how we made it through wyoming crossed the double line and we’d be done before we start
but now we’re sleeping late on sunday and you’ll mow the lawn after my nightmares all are done
the cat sits on the window frame and twitches at your tendencies to lean into the bluest notes
i’m glad we lost the whole piano front i like to see the strings that shake and hum your grandiose