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Real Trouble
03:49
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Dawn, it's Mom.
I'm in real trouble.
Can you please call me?
Please call me. I need your help.
I'll stay up late to take your call.
Please call me right away.
I will see that you're reimbursed for everything.
Thank you. Love you.
I don't need to borrow any money from you.
Please, please call me.
Do me a favor. Please call me.
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It's a real life for the ones you love
But you're sure you're living in a simulation.
It's a car crash but to you it was
Nothing more than an ordinary conversation.
The question on her lips
Is, "When will you be coming home to me?"
The sinking of the ship
Was just a moving image on TV.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me. Please.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me. Please.
You tended out there to survivors' care
And afterwards, no one thought to even ask you.
There's a red glare in the New York air.
They said that the bomb could only hit Alaska.
It quickly makes you numb,
The ship they show you sinking on the sea.
It's easy to become
The thing you thought that you would never be.
All you have to do
Is nothing.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me. Please.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me.
I'll rescue you. You rescue me. Please.
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Pleasure
04:33
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It was good while it lasted, although I forget.
I was instantly wasted whenever we met.
Summer, sleeping by the ocean,
Touching, fucking in a dream.
Taking. I swallow as much as I can.
I thought I saw the gleam of
Pleasure. Pleasure is a distant memory.
Pleasure is a place for them to be
With the ones they love.
Pleasure, pleasure is a sick philosophy.
Pleasure was a war for you and me
When we cared enough to fight.
Take a seat at the table. Get into the bed.
Eat as much as you're able whenever you're fed.
Feel the touch of a stranger. There's plenty to fear.
It will come to an end now. There's nobody here.
Laughing, cracking up at nothing.
A party, and everybody went,
Begging, give me whatever you've got.
I thought I caught the scent of
Pleasure. Pleasure was a hundred stops ago.
Pleasure is a thing you're taught to know
And obsess about.
Pleasure. Pleasure is a thing from history.
Pleasure is a show you pay to see
Then go out into the light.
There ought to be laws so we
Could regulate ecstasy.
We could be happy all the time without
Pleasure, pleasure is a trap they set for me.
Pleasure's never what it seems to be,
Then it dissipates.
Pleasure, pleasure is a distant memory,
Pleasure that I'm chasing endlessly
Like it waits for me tonight.
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Eyes On
04:41
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Eyes on the ceilings and eyes on the holes in the walls.
Eyes on your feelings and eyes on a list of your calls.
Eyes making eyes at the passersby and following them as they walk.
Eyes are in focus and vigilant after a warning.
I'd be an eye if they eyed me when there was a job,
Eyeing through data and ID-ing various mobs.
Eyeing the eyes we had seen before, connecting a face to its talk.
Eyeing the protesters protesting that very morning.
So, when you're dancing all alone, you're not alone anymore
Because I'd be with you, baby.
I'd be an eye if a chance to be any arose.
I could be watching a person who already knows
What a real person might think about or do with herself in a day.
I could be watching an actual method of being.
So, when you're sleeping all alone, you're not alone anymore,
Because I'm with you, baby.
If I were an eye,
high in the city sky,
I'd do it right
and pierce the night
By training my sight
on whatever is bright
within your life.
I am the knife
That frees what is caught,
and opens what's bought,
and kills what is fought.
I'm an eye.
I'd be an eye if it could bring me closer to you.
I'd look through borders and see for myself what is true.
I'd be a force no one's seen before, and no one would stand in my way.
I'd be creating myself through the process of seeing.
So, when you wake up all alone, you're not alone anymore
Because I'm with you, baby.
If I were an eye,
high in the city sky,
I'd do it right
and pierce the night
By training my sight
on whatever is bright
within your life.
I am the knife
That frees what is caught,
and opens what's bought,
and kills what is fought.
I'm an eye.
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6. |
What Fire
05:39
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What fire is about to
Put it in the terms that I can understand?
What fire is about to
Get me into bed and issue a command?
Away on the back of a joke,
And into the haze of the hovering smoke.
Into a sodium glow,
Away is the way that it's wanting me go.
It can't wrap its head around the notion.
It pulls me into its lungs,
Away from the songs that my family'd sung.
I'm gonna drive my car into the ocean
And let my love stay young.
What fire is the culprit I ought to blame?
What fire will not rest 'till it knows my name?
What fire will reveal every secret I keep?
What fire is ascending the walls as I sleep?
What fire is ascending the walls as I sleep?
Into the shape of a pill
To relieve the pain in your scarred-up lungs
Because I love you so and I always will.
It is baffled by complex emotion.
It doesn't understand intense devotion.
I'm ride my horse into the ocean
And let my love stay young.
What fire is about to put it in the language I was meant to hear?
What fire is to slip into the spaces eaten by the fear?
What fire is the culprit I ought to blame?
What fire will not rest 'till it knows my name?
What fire will reveal every secret I keep?
What fire is ascending the walls as I sleep?
I will think of you with fondness from my station in the deep.
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7. |
Field Training
04:23
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Worked a year selling fire escapes,
Then one day the place was shuttered.
Spent a month home all the time.
All those bottles. So much clutter.
One day I left the house.
Found a job as a crisis actor.
Interviewed on a Wednesday afternoon.
Hired right there like it was meant for me to do,
Like it was a movie.
In a mall, I'd lie around
Educating first responders.
Show them wounds they cannot see,
Other actors over yonder.
Always new scenarios.
Any place can frame disaster.
Put yourself in a verdant park in June,
Or running through alleyways beneath a Brooklyn moon,
Like you're in a movie.
So baby, when you look at me,
Don't look at me that way
'Cause there is something wrong with me
That you need me to say.
This all takes a toll on me.
There's a shift in my perception.
All my stations play at once
In stereo, with bad reception.
Even you, who I adore.
I've been losing you much faster.
Knowing me is deciphering a rune
That doesn't mean anything, which you'll discover soon.
It's only a movie.
Baby, when you play with me
Don't act as if it's play.
I saw the car that brought them here
And you need me to say.
Baby, I'm the witness.
You can't let me walk away.
I saw the guy who fired it
And you need me to say.
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8. |
Is Connected
02:24
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Wild Dumb
04:34
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I could never give you anything you didn't want.
You jumped into the rapids and stayed to haunt.
I became a person with a fragile little heart.
Dreams of doing anything fell apart.
Love, look how survival goes,
How we behave as the levee overflows.
Love, look at what we've become.
The flood's keeping us young at heart and wild dumb.
Going into shock at every rustle in the dark.
Interviewing animals for the ark.
Living with the fear of every step I didn't take.
Punishing the selfish ones on the make.
Love, look at our justice thrive,
How I'll take a man and devour him alive.
Love, look at what we've become.
The blood's keeping us young at heart and wild dumb.
In the end, there's nobody missing.
In the end, I don't know what I mean.
In the end, there's no one with wisdom or memory
Waiting there to intervene.
Love, look at how hard I've tried,
How I resisted, how it won't be denied.
Love, look at what we've become.
We will always be young at heart and wild dumb.
We will always be young at heart and wild dumb.
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10. |
The Past Is in the Past
05:46
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Night falls
On crumbling shopping malls.
The past is in the past
Completely.
Sick sweet.
Something a kid would eat.
The past is coming back
To meet me.
Hold my hand.
Let me dream about those days
And the million ways
That we were in love.
Long war.
Bees on an apple core.
Your father's angry hand
To teach you.
Black grief.
New uses for old beliefs.
The waves are rising up
To reach you.
Hold my hand.
Let us dream about those days
And the billion ways
That we were in love.
She sits on the fire escape
To smoke a cigarette,
To lose them.
Stairs lead
Down where the city bleeds.
God forbid she'd need
To use them.
Hold my hand.
Let us dream about those days
And the billion ways
That we were in love.
Hold my hand.
Let us dream about those days
And the billion ways
That we were in love
That we were in love
That we were in love
That we were in love
That we were in love
That we were in love
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Evening Man Washington, D.C.
Evening Man is singer/songwriter, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Paul Erik Lipp. He currently lives and works in Connecticut.
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