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iTunes Live From Soho

Released January 2007

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  1. July, July!

    July, July!

    There is a road that meets the road
    That goes to my house
    And how the green grows there
    And we’ve got special boots
    To beat the path to my house
    And it’s careful and it’s careful when I’m there

    And I say your uncle was a crooked french canadian
    And he was gut-shot running gin
    And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
    and how he held ’em
    How he held ’em held, ’em in

    And the water rolls down the drain
    The water rolls down the drain
    O, what a lonely thing
    In a lonely drain

    July, July, July
    It never seemed so strange

    This is the story of the road that goes to my house
    And what ghosts there do remain
    And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
    And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

    And we’ll remember this when we are old and ancient
    Though the specifics might be vague
    And I’ll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
    When in fact it was a nappy bluish grey

    And the water rolls down the drain
    The blood rolls down the drain
    O, what a lonely thing
    In a blood red drain

    July, July, July
    It never seemed so strange

  2. The Perfect Crime #2

    The Perfect Crime #2

    Sing news with passion of the pistol
    Sing news of the warning by the whistle
    On a night so dark in the waning
    A dawn obscured by slight sky raining, oh oh

    Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
    A teenage lookout on the signal tower
    The moguls daughter in hard time
    The mogul figures a one guy, one guys

    It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
    It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime

    The bagman’s quaking at the fingers
    The hand-off glance a little lingers
    A well-dressed man in the crosshairs
    A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs

    It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
    It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime

    It was the perfect crime

    It was like a ticker-tape parade
    When the last of the safe was blown away
    And we all gaze from eye to eye
    As we mouth our silent goodbyes

    The valley’s sleeping like a bastard
    It stinks of slumber and disaster
    Two words are spoken with tap wire
    The agent’s pull finds a surefire backfire

    It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
    It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime

  3. Song For Myla Goldberg

    Song For Myla Goldberg

    Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow
    Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down

    It comes around it comes around
    It comes around it comes around

    Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arise
    Seraphim and seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies

    It comes around it comes around
    It comes around it comes around

    Still now you’re waiting to grow
    Inside you’re old
    Sew wings to your pigeon toes
    Put paper to pen
    to spell out “Eliza”

    We begin with sticky shins make sticky then our shoes
    Shoes beget to clothes and hat ’til sticky’s sticking too

    Finiculi finicula finiculi finicula

    Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad
    About a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubberbands
    But now

    I know New York I need New York
    I know I need unique New York

    Still now you’re waiting to grow
    Inside you’re old
    Sew wings to your pigeon toes
    Put paper to pen
    to spell out “Eliza”
    Eliza
    Eliza

  4. Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)

    Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)

    Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet
    A sweetheart left behind
    Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
    That’s where my true love lies

    Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
    Sings upon the birch bough high
    But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils
    All a’chew upon your bones so dry

    But when the sun breaks
    To no more bulletin battle-cry
    Then will you make a grave
    For I will be home then
    I will be home then
    I will be home then
    I will be home then
    Then

    When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
    Made a seam to hem me in
    There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless
    Got my heart right pierced by a pin

    But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas
    All the bellies and the bones and the bile
    Though I lingered here with the blankets barren
    And my own belly big with child

    But when the sun breaks
    To no more bulletin battle-cry
    Then will you make a grave
    For I will be home then
    I will be home then
    I will be home then
    I will be home then

    Stems and bones and stone walls too
    Could keep me from you
    Scaly skin is all too few
    To keep me from you

    But oh my love, though our bodies may be parted
    Though our skin may not touch skin
    Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
    I will come on the breath of the wind

  5. O Valencia!

    O Valencia!

    You belong to the gang
    And you say you can’t break away
    But I’m here with my hands on my heart

    Our families can’t agree
    I’m your brother’s sworn enemy
    But I’ll shout out my love to the stars

    So wait for the stone on your window, your window
    Wait by the car and we’ll go, we’ll go

    When first we laid eyes
    I swore to no compromise
    ‘Til I felt my caress on your skin

    Well, how soon we were betrayed
    Your sister gave us away
    And your father came all unhinged

    So wait for the stone on your window, your window
    Wait by the car and we’ll go, we’ll go

    Oh Valencia
    With your blood still warm on the ground
    Valencia
    And I swear to the stars
    I’ll burn this whole city down

    All I heard was a shout
    Of your brother calling me out
    And you ran like a fool to my side

    Well the shot, it hit hard
    And your frame went limp in my arms
    And the lull of love was your dying cry

    So wait for the stone on your window, your window
    Wait by the car and we’ll, go we’ll go

    Oh Valencia
    With your blood still warm on the ground
    Valencia
    And I’ll burn this whole city down
    Valencia
    With your blood still warm on the ground
    Valencia
    And I swear to the stars
    I’ll burn this whole city down