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Discography

5 Songs

Released March 2003

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  1. Oceanside

    Oceanside

    Sweet Annabelle,
    As seen reclining on an ocean swell
    As the waves do lather up to lay her down ’til she’s fast and sleeping.
    Oh well, I guess I’m something of a ne’er-do-well- who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell.
    I’m on track and keeping.

    But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
    to lay your muscles wide,
    it’d be heavenly.
    &oh, if I could only coax you overboard,
    to leave these lulling shores,
    to get you oceanside.
    Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.

    At rising tide, you’re looking fresher than a July bride.
    We’re picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.
    The field is right for reaping.
    Oh well, I guess I’m something of a ne’er do well,
    even though that’s something I could never do well.
    I’m on track and keeping.

    But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
    to lay your muscles wide,
    it’d be heavenly.
    Oh, if I could only coax you
    overboard,
    to leave these lulling shores,
    to get you oceanside.
    Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.

  2. Shiny

    Shiny

    By the bumper cars
    In the pretty twining light
    I may have gone too far
    I may have gone too much, too long
    I’m a dull and witless boy

    At the after bars
    Think I was sullied by a dream
    In the killing jar
    You and me at war, at arms
    All falling in embrace

    Tell me why you lied
    And what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny

    A tawny gypsy girl
    Sleeping blanketed by stars
    Beneath the tilt-a-whirl
    Where we were coyly caught alone
    All fumbling with your blouse

    Tell me why you lied
    And what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny

    And in the rollercoaster din
    By the parachutes in saddle shoes
    You break your shins
    But I have never seen two eyes so shiny

    And the sullen beery swine
    Who try to tangle you
    In sullen beery balls of twine
    Have they ever seen two eyes so shiny?

    Boys in denim vests
    Smoking cigarettes between
    The bootblack fingertips
    Sweetly tipsy by the half light
    The light and the half light

    Tell me why you lied
    And what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny

  3. My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

    My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

    My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
    In pre-war Paris
    Smuggling bombs for the underground.
    And she met my father
    At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
    He was disguised as a Russian cadet
    in the employ of the Axis.
    And there in the half-light
    Of the provincial midnight
    To a lone concertina
    They drank in cantinas
    And toasted to Edith Piaf
    And the fall of the Reich.

    My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
    And left for the cattle
    But later was found by a communist
    Who’d deserted his ranks
    To follow his dream
    To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
    I get letters sometimes.
    They bought a plantation
    She weeds the tobacco
    He offends the nation
    And they write, “Don’t be a stranger, y’hear.”
    “Sincerely, your sister.”

    So my parents had me
    To the disgust of the prostitutes
    On a bed in a brothel.
    Surprisingly raised with tender care
    ‘Til the money got tight
    And they bet me away
    To a blind brigadier in a game
    Of high stakes canasta.
    But he made me a sailor
    On his brigadier ship fleet.
    I know every yardarm
    From main mast to jib sheet.
    But sometimes I long to be landlocked
    And to work in a bakery.

  4. Angel, Won’t You Call Me?

    Angel, Won’t You Call Me?

    Angel, won’t you call me?
    Could I be the only
    though I am a lost cause,
    Angel, won’t you call me?

    Waiting for a sweet breeze,
    read it in the tea-leaves
    Saw them crown you May Queen
    Heard you sing the sweetest thing

    But I been so unbridled
    I fled at the face of my rival
    when I felt his breath
    at the back of my neck
    Angel, won’t you call me?

    So here I am in corduroy
    Catch it in your Polaroid
    Thought it was an off night,
    caught in such a warm light

    But, Angel, won’t you call me?
    Could I be the only
    though I am a lost cause
    Angel, won’t you call me?

    But I been so unbridled
    I fled at the face of my rival
    when I felt his breath
    at the back of my neck
    Angel, won’t you call me?

  5. I Don’t Mind

    I Don’t Mind

    Truly, with his thorn in your side
    And you don’t know why
    Julie dips her toe in the tide
    And she don’t know why
    No, she don’t know why she got
    All dolled up for a suicide
    And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim,
    It was morning before the cheering died

    Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

    King George in imperial robe
    And a lazy eye
    Knelt down as the semaphore broke
    On his tawdry bride
    But we don’t know why he got
    All stressed out on the motherland
    With his T.V. sets and his fighter jets
    And the royal ubiquitous handycam

    Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

    Here’s you with your mom on your back
    Going into the woods
    She’s so proud that you’re staying on track
    Like a good son should
    But you don’t know why you got
    All choked up when you said goodbye
    And you can hear her still when the nights are still
    All crying out for calamine

    Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

    Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

  6. The Apology Song

    The Apology Song

    I’m really sorry Steven
    But your bicycle’s been stolen
    I was watching it for you
    ‘Til you came back in the fall
    Guess I didn’t do a good job after all

    I was feeling really sorry Steven
    And I spent all morning grieving
    And everybody’s saying
    That you’ll take the news gracefully
    Somehow I don’t think I’ll be getting off so easily

    I meant her no harm
    When I left her unlocked
    Outside the Orange Street Food Farm
    I was just running in
    Didn’t think I’d be that long
    I came out, she was gone
    And all that was there was some bored old dog
    Leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been
    Guess we’ll never see poor Madeleine again

    Let this be consolation, Steven
    That all the while you were in England
    I treated her with care and respect
    And have her lots of love
    And I was usually pretty good ’bout locking her up

    Where has she gone?
    Well, I bet she’s on the bottom of a Frenchtown pond
    Rudely abused on some hescher’s joyride
    So I wrote you this song
    In the hope that you’d forgive me
    Even though it was wrong
    Being so careless with a thing so great
    And taking your poor Madeleine away, away