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Serious Child
03:49
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Come inside - there's heirlooms and coffee
If you happen to be the last one, shut the door
Bring your fire down from the Western Slope
I know you're tired darling, but please don't go
A couple, two, three things you must know
But first would someone turn down that goddamn stereo?
My baby brother got broke down too soon
(Say what you want) but my mother, worn out, made it through
If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the bells of the ball if Jesus were here
Single and queer in the bathrooms of Brooklyn
Back and forth to the dark rooms, with some serpents
I heard you had a sweet voice, and you smiled at me, so let’s close this velvet curtain
Now my friends are grinding their teeth,
The lighting is brilliant, and the company’s fine, but the photos don’t show the whole scene
The sleep still in your eyes,
You can criticize the timing and all of your choices
Such a serious child,
Those were some serious problems you had for a while
Now my friends all come in twos
They need their reflections like I need you Glamour’s a good thing, but pretty is meant to be used
If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the bells of the ball if Jesus were queer
Why must he bring Leviticus here?
If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
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2. |
Danger Baby
04:32
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He made some friends in Columbus, Ohio
He had a way with words, they came so easy, he was easy
Left New York with a weary disposition
Tired from the dressing up, the dressing down, the sleeping in
So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
Doesn’t matter what it is if you need to be changing things
Spent a fortune on some learning in the city
Then he made it to the woods, but he brought all his baggies
Kept his happiness upon a crowded mantle
The weight bore down, upon the wood, just about all it could handle
So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
Doesn’t matter what it is if you need to be changing things
He looked around for a friendly face and found it
But there was more to see, behind the velvet curtain
As a man he saw nothing worth believing,
Saying grace in this bedroom, a most Godless situation
So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
She’s been walking, and wandering away
These are times to be strong, but she’s too sad today
It’s a natural world, in a wonderful way
Tonight she’s scared but she knows he’ll stay
The vestibule was complete with an ashtray
It was a little out of place, there were no guests at this party
Mikey took a nap under the watchful eye of Judy
But his friends were strung out, blacked out, it was already morning again
So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
Doesn’t matter what it is if you need to be changing things
Danger Baby climbed her way in through the window
The door was locked, the stuff was out, the record had been skipping
She would die in Columbus, Ohio
A modern man with the sensibilities we’ve been waiting on
So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
She’s been walking, wandering away
These are times to be strong, but she’s too sad today
It’s a natural world, in a wonderful way
Tonight she’s scared but she knows he’ll stay
These are desperate times, we are wandering away
Did you hear? There was another shooting today
There straight motherfuckers getting their way
Tonight we’re scared, but tomorrow we make them pay
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This woman just sits on the porch
A house her daddy didn’t build
She's been missing her mother today, as she does when she notices the birds
And the tattoo on her leg - her boys name - she says, "fuck man, losing him still hurts"
She says, "I'll burn this cigarette until the very day I die"
She's got her routines down,
There’s no stopping this freight train now.
She sure did have a favorite book
Doesn’t matter if she did the best she could
Her baby comes home but she stays in the other room
When you love in doubt sometimes the distance gets you through
But not a goddamn day goes by she don't do what he tells her to do
She's got her routines down,
There ain't no stopping that freight train now
Are we better off surprised?
I don't know
Are we better off alive?
She can't say for sure
If she is better off today than when her sweetheart died?
My, oh my
If she's in the mood, she'll talk about
skipping school, fifteen and drunk, out on the catwalk
When the highway is out the window of your childhood bedroom you can never leave too soon
I guess everyone needs to decide what it is they're meant to do
She says, "I regret almost everything, but I'm so glad that I had you."
She's got her routines down,
Ain't no one gonna stop that freight train now
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4. |
Modern Man
04:32
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In the end I feel for you
But I'm not sure I need what you do
I’m a modern man
I'm a modern man
Adam said he liked my story
About that street of blood-stained glory
I am a modern man
I’m a modern man
I take my seat upon the feathers
I fall asleep, sick boys need their bed rest
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man
A city rife with easy living
Queens and uppers keep it simple
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man
Made his ornaments from orange pill bottles and he
Hung them on the office Christmas tree
To find some clarity
Walk to let the bad things simmer
Found some cheap beer by the river
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man
I paint my nails when it suits me
Breathtaking, isn’t it? Masculinity?
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man
Baby did good, got my schooling
But I’m drowning, sweetheart, and I’m losing
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man
Sing the good songs, do the good drugs
Turn the news off, and love, love
I’m a modern man
Made his ornaments from orange pill bottles and he
Hung them on the office Christmas tree
In his hand, Cat On a Hot Tin Roof
The boys and girls look the same
There are pills to make it look this way
I heard there is a protest today
But the Gaslight’s already closed
The Gaslight’s already closed
So let’s keep it numb and reckless
That modern man hit hard when they took his name
They took his fortune and identity
Blinding light and and false camaraderie
This leather chair will take more lives away
These boys and girls all look the same
But that Gaslight’s already closed
The Gaslights’s already closed
The Gaslight’s already closed
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5. |
Queer Mad Blues
04:28
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Seán Barna Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Seán Barna is a viscerally outspoken queer artist and performer, embedded in the tradition of fearless queer storytelling. His second LP and Kill Rock Stars debut, An Evening at Macri Park. is a character study of the dimly-lit Brooklyn queer bar, Macri Park, and the creatures who thrive within its walls. ... more
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