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New Geometry
02:53
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You don’t like my rainbow politics
You don’t like my fairy friends
You don’t like the new geometry
Every straight line bends
But you’re stuck with me
Like I’m stuck with you
There ain’t no way around it
It’s down to me and you
You think “one,” but it’s always “two.”
And you don’t like the new theology
You see the end of days
You possess a map of God’s mind
You know who’s damned and who’s saved
But you’re stuck with me
Like I’m stuck with you
There ain’t no way around it
As far as I can see
You divide everything in two but it’s probably twenty three
And sure it would be sweet if we all could just agree
But the thing is, my friend, I think you should agree with me
And that won’t happen in this life or time
So here I am in the middle of your picture,
and there you are in the middle of mine.
And I don’t like your wagging finger
I don’t like your certainty
I don’t like your Manichaean instincts
Your lack of sympathy
But I’m stuck with you
Like you’re stuck with me
There ain’t no way around it
As far as I can see
It’s not seven, not eleven, it’s a hundred and three
There ain’t no way around it
As far as I can see
If you think it’s twenty three, it’s pure possibility
You don’t like my rainbow politics
You don’t like my fairy friends
You don’t like the new geometry
Every straight line bends
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2. |
Giving Up
03:33
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I got my hopes up again this morning
Same as yesterday
I keep thinking you might start
To mean what you say.
I keep thinking that we’re in it together
Thick and thin
But you spend the grocery money
On lipstick and gin.
I’m giving up on you.
I’m giving up on you.
After everything you put me through
I’m giving up on you.
I thought we had an understanding
One unspoken rule
Don’t lie, don’t hate
Don’t ridicule
But you and all your friends at the Tom Cat Club
Turn it all upside down
Rub the numbers off the cards
Dress up like clowns.
I’m giving up on you.
I’m giving up on you.
After everything you put me through
I’m giving up on you.
Didn’t I treat you right?
Didn’t I sit with you through your lonely, lonely nights?
Didn’t I give you true romance?
And chance after chance after chance after chance?
So you’re gonna move to the sun-belt?
Oh! New Mexico.
It’s just like you to blame somebody
And run when the cold wind blows.
I’m giving up on you.
I’m giving up on you.
After everything you put me through
I’m giving up on you. I’m giving up on you.
After everything you put me through, I gotta find something new.
After everything you put me through
I’m giving up on you. I’m giving up on you.
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I might have some misgivings
I might have some second thoughts
Might like to write a different ending
For the book I bought
I still feel you in my arms
Still see you running on the lawn
Still stumble on you in the back of my mind
But I know you’re gone.
Mm, forgiveness, is there forgiveness in this life?
Mm, forgiveness, you need forgiveness every day and every night.
There’s a man with a clipboard says you gotta go
I gotta send you away
I made my peace with what must be
But does it have to be today?
Mm, forgiveness, is there forgiveness in this life?
Mm, forgiveness, you need forgiveness even when you’re right.
I could walk it back a hundred times or more
And I would find myself in this same place
I had my reasons, they add up it seems
Still I see you in my dreams
By God sometimes I smell you
I know it’s just my brain working overtime
Bu the spool of time is wound up so tight
It won’t unwind.
It don’t unwind.
Mm, forgiveness, is there forgiveness in this life?
Mm, forgiveness, you need forgiveness every day and every night.
You need forgiveness even when you’re right.
You need forgiveness.
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4. |
Dangerous
03:27
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The mics are on. The lights are bright.
The nation’s eyes are on you tonight.
Questions fly. You don’t blink
You know just what you think.
You’re marching on the great divide:
Wrong, right, justified.
You never break your stride
‘Cuz you know you’re walking on the angels’ side
You’re dangerous. You’re dangerous.
There’s all these experts that you despise
And all these little details that escape your eyes
All these simple facts you can’t seem to recognize
‘Cuz there’s a simpler story, and it satisfies
And there’s all these words you have never heard
In your quiet little sanctuary undisturbed
And all these people you can’t seem to see as real
And their pain you choose not to feel
You’re dangerous. You’re dangerous.
‘Cuz you don’t know what you don’t know
And what you don’t know makes you dangerous.
You know your mind,
Your pure and clean and wholesome mind.
And all the clever phrases you refine
To bend the world to your design.
But you don’t know what you don’t know,
And what you don’t know makes you dangerous.
What you don’t know makes you dangerous.
What you don’t know makes you dangerous.
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5. |
Mistress of Lost Hours
04:46
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You know I don’t begrudge you your newfound celebrity
After all you got a blender and a big old TV
So you deserve all this attention, these accolades from your new friends
You’re the mistress of lost hours, time gone around the bend
You make it so damn easy, to sit beside you on the couch
Drink another margarita, watch the candles burn out
Ah, forget about tomorrow, I just listen to you breathing
You’re the mistress of lost hours, and time gone around the bend
I could probably get a job, some worthy cause
Or fulfill my old ambition -- write down some thoughts
But here’s another season of The Wire, let’s sit and watch it to the end
Oh you mistress of lost hours, time gone around the bend.
You know I don’t begrudge you your newfound celebrity
After all you got a blender, and cable, and a big old flatscreen TV
So you deserve all this attention, these accolades from your new friends
You’re the mistress of lost hours, time gone around the bend
You’re the mistress of lost hours, time gone around the bend
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6. |
After the Rapture
04:02
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After the rapture the saints are all gone
To their sweet reward in the sky.
Down here below the wondering souls
We make what we can of each day that rolls by.
Hold me now. Hold me now.
Make this fallen world a paradise
After the rapture the saints will all assume
Their place in the heavenly choir
And pour out their praises to God’s pure love
The end of their every desire
While under the changing moon here with me
My brothers and my sisters left behind
Take up the ancient trial to be
Patient, and true, and kind.
Hold me now. Hold me now.
Make this fallen world a paradise
After the rapture, nothing is changed.
The world goes on as before.
Take my hand. Go with me.
We’ll make our way to love’s gold shore.
Hold me now. Hold me now.
Make this fallen world a paradise
Make this fallen world a paradise
Make this fallen world a paradise
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7. |
Kiss
03:28
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It’s not part of any plan
It’s not part of some great design
It’s not going anywhere
Kiss, kiss, kiss me: that’s why.
You know it’s not about the money
Not about the judgment of history
Not about the hope of some heavenly choir
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again
Kiss, kiss, kiss me: that’s why.
Stars are burning everywhere; I can’t say why
There will be no revelation, no angels in the sky
We’re not the crown of creation
We’re not the apple of destiny’s eye
We’re simply unexplainable
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again
Kiss, kiss, kiss me: that’s why.
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again
Kiss, kiss, kiss me again: love is the only why.
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8. |
To Love You
04:15
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Now and then my buddies get together for some beers and take the measure of our life and times
Break out these old stories of broken hearts and tears and try to learn the lessons from the years.
And then someone might ask me if I think I could explain the good thing I have with you
As if there was some formula for love and happiness you could boil down to a clever word or two
Well they know and I know love’s a mystery you might have and hold but you cannot define
So I don’t suppose I have a special insight but these images linger in my mind.
Out the window snow is falling, wrap the world up in its beauty, you let go your inconsequential plans
Sit by a fire with an old wool blanket wrapped around you and a glass of something strong and sweet in your hand.
Music and words fit together with a feeling so complete you can’t sing it without crying if you try
That’s what it’s like; that’s what it’s like;
That’s what it’s like to love you
One day my kids might ask if I think I could explain what you should look for in a woman or a man.
Oh and I hope I think of some simple, straightforward rule, impossible to misunderstand.
Cuz there’s no list of qualities or compatibilities or traits you could measure or see,
Only the hope of someone who helps you be just what you are, or better yet the better you that you might hope one day to be.
Then you’re sitting by the fire with an old wool blanket wrapped around you and a glass of something strong and sweet in your hand
Out the window snow is falling wrap the world up in its beauty
You let go your inconsequential plans.
Music and words fit together with a feeling so complete you can't sing it without crying if you try.
That’s what it’s like; that’s what it’s like;
That’s what it’s like to love you
Well I know this might sound foolish, but we’re talking free and easy, and there’s one more thing that I might like to say:
It’s like trying yet again at something you have always failed at in the past and finding suddenly you do it really well.
That’s what it’s like; that’s what it’s like;
That’s what it’s like to love you
Mmmmm
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9. |
Dignity
04:35
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Oh baby, you know you sure look fine
Oh baby, you know you sure look fine
Everytime I see you, lose my mind
Oh baby, you know you sure look sweet
Oh baby, you know you sure look sweet
Everytime I see you, knock me off my feet
Oh my my, it’s every day
Oh my my, it don’t go away.
I’m a grown man; I got my dignity
I’m a grown man; I got my dignity
You’re like some mighty, mighty drug, you make a fool out of me
Oh my my, it’s every day
Oh my my, it don’t go away.
Oh the way you walk.
The way the sun is on your skin.
Oh the way you look at me,
Like you have never felt the weight of sin.
I don’t own myself, you’re with me night and day
I don’t own myself, you’re with me night and day
I’d like to buy my freedom, but losing you is a price I won’t pay.
Oh my my, it’s every day
Oh my my, it don’t go away.
Oh baby, you know you sure look fine
Oh baby, you know you sure look fine
Everytime I see you, I lose my mind
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10. |
So You Could Hear
03:59
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If I had a tape recorder I would capture every stupid thing you say
And play it back for you some day so you could hear
How you sound just like a pitchman for tobacco or a drug company
Man it makes me sad to see you be so insincere.
Oh, Mr. Allison, you’re a thin man with a fragile shell
And a backbone that don’t hold up well.
I don’t think you even buy the sorry reasoning you try
‘Cuz otherwise it would not be so hard for you to look me in the eye.
And all your closest friends they roll their eyes and scratch their heads
When you trot out those tired lines you handed me – your latest little travesty.
Oh, Mr. Allison, you’re a thin man with a fragile shell
And a backbone that don’t hold up well.
What to do? What to do with you?
What to do? What to do with you?
What you cannot understand it pleases you to sneer at and disparage
A bad marriage of your vanity and your cheap contempt.
But controversy’s everywhere, so cautious silence is just more complicit speech
You’re in it even if you want to look away, you’re not exempt.
Oh, Mr. Allison, you’re a thin man with a fragile shell
And a backbone that don’t hold up well.
If I had a tape recorder I would capture every stupid thing you say
And play it back for you some day so you could hear
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11. |
Your Beauty Queen
03:41
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You love that beauty queen
You love her face; you love her skin
You love the way she turns a phrase
The way she mocks, and then she prays
And she’s singing that ancient song
The tribe’s old melody
About guns and the blood of patriots
About the roots of the family tree
You boys all drool
When she walks on the stage
She got her finger on your pulse
She understands your primitive rage
She says your problems
Start with the government and the gays
But you could just cleanse the place
And have a big parade
Well that’s a death’s head, brother
That’s fruit from the snake
That’s original corruption
It’s your next big mistake
You boys all drool
When she comes on the stage
She got her finger on your pulse
She understands your primitive rage
You got God and you’re #1
You got your guns and you’ll never run
Your anger is like a drug
Keeps you up all night
In the morning you can’t think straight
And you can’t stand the light
Cuz you’re in bed with a stranger
She gotta terminal disease
You love it when she feeds your fear
And names your enemies
You boys all drool
When she comes on the screen
You’re the king of the living room
And, honey, she’s your queen
She’s your queen
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12. |
Leaves
02:52
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If I could hold you in my arms for just another night
Oh my darling you would know you’re my heart’s delight
But what you keep and what you lose
Is not at your command. It’s just a pattern in the sand.
Leaves are falling from the trees,
Piling up in the stairway; chasing up and down the street.
Through the canopy of rust and gold and green
The sun is shining on everything I see.
You can’t hurry it along; can’t turn it around.
Everything has a rhythm of its own.
The summer’s come and gone. And winter’s coming on.
Southbound birds singing in the sky.
I’m gonna button up my coat.
Gonna turn my collar to the wind.
I’m gonna stick by the ones I love best.
I’m gonna end where I begin.
Leaves are falling from the trees,
Piling up in the stairway; chasing up and down the street.
Through the canopy of rust and gold and green
The sun is shining on everything I see.
Though the branch is bare, in the sky so blue
The sun is shining, the sun is shining,
O the sun is shining, O the sun is shining,
The sun is shining all around you.
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David Booth Minneapolis, Minnesota
David Booth’s music works the familiar literary veins of love, railroads, and the culinary arts, with musical grooves from Nashville to Plaquemines Parish to Austin to Abbey Road. These are songs from a person in “the middle of life’s way” -- and by turns they offer consolation, comfort, righteous indignation, and wry commentary on life’s strange scenes. ... more
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