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THE DERELICTS ALL VIE FOR MY AFFECTION
Calling all cars
Crawling on all fours
The dispossessed, the displaced
The manifest lost face
Screeching to a halt
Beseeching no fault
I don’t know - it wasn’t me
I can’t say - I didn’t see
Let me go - I won’t tell
No matter what we’re bound for
Hell in a hand basket
or perhaps a shopping cart
borrowed from the super mart
I swear I‘ll take it…
Back on the street
I walk my beat
The locals I see
all look out for me
Steadfastly sinnin’
Monique sits there grinnin’
her toothless but winnin’ smile
I, I, I wave as I go by
I always say “Hi”
The derelicts all vie
for my attention
I, I, I wave as I go by
I always say “Hi”
The derelicts all vie
for my affection
Another dose is doled out
to the flock, to the devout
Perhaps life is fair
Everyone gets their share
of misfortune
They disgust
They disgrace
They still long to embrace
Those who can, find grace
And Jerry’s on his soapbox
and he talk, talk, talk, talks
He says Jesus loves me
He says Jesus loves me
He says Jesus loves me
I, I, I wave as I go by
I always say “Hi”
The derelicts all vie
for my attention
I, I, I wave as I go by
I always say “Hi”
The derelicts all vie
for my affection
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2 • NASCENT COMPLACENCY - OUTZEIT THE GEIST
I’m keeping my nascent complacency in check
I‘ll not acquiesce...‘cause I ain’t done yet
Approval and endorsements have never enticed
Sometimes my nose…has been sacrificed
I’m a walking broadcast of my infirmities
Declining, degrading, decrepit debilities
Not soft on nostalgia, neuralgia like Tesla coil bites
I am Miss The Anthropic, in the geist outzeit
I am firmly ensconced outzeit the geist
And I’ve aged out of relevance
My patience is well past the breaking point
And I’m sick of all the sycophants
I’ve retained a restraining order….against myself
I’m in the depression department, on the loony bin shelf
Obsessive, compulsive, disorderly, ready to fight
I’m stuck in the muck…in the geist outzeit
The more or less genetically blessed
remain oblivious to all they possess
The curse of misfortune and distress
escapes their vernacular and ingress
I never cared before and now I care less
Distill what you will, what you won’t you’ll suppress
It’s time that you swallow a bitter pill
You don’t have to like it, but you must distill
It doesn’t get better, never has, never will
So dump that in your void, that void you must fill
I am firmly ensconced outzeit the geist
And I’ve aged out of relevance
My patience is well past the breaking point
And I’m sick of all the sycophants
Still keeping my nascent complacency in check
I‘ll never acquiesce...’cause I ain’t done yet
Your approval and endorsements do not entice
I’m firmly ensconced, outzeit the geist
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The Piper Unpaid
05:43
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3 • THE PIPER UNPAID
When was the time
our place reassigned,
extinction defined,
the planets aligned?
The birds do still sing each morning
Silence would be forewarning
Whispering winds informing,
shake us from our ignoring
Was there a day
you all learned to pray,
you knew what to say?
I just sit and crochet
No more pretending all is well
Crawling back into your shell
Hiding wherever you may dwell
Riding the hunt from a carousel
Just sleep tight
Tomorrow comes to quickly
Purge at day’s light
Sorrow cloaks the sickly
What was the plan?
Let worms from a can?
Back where they began?
Thrown away
Run… Escape from the sun
Shadows protect no one
Hide and seek once fun is now a game of
cat and mouse and monster
Come…Your ticket to the joke
demands that you be woke
and lands a solid poke in the conscious eye of
witnesses and watchers
I stand on ceremony,
sit in judgment,
lie in wait...
Where was the place,
we tripped in the race,
and all fell from grace?
Rewind and erase
The flowers will bloom each spring
Vines will entwine all things
That which is left standing,
sun falls on as it’s rising
Who walked away
unscathed, unafraid?
The piper unpaid?
Which one of you stayed?
Waking requires belief
Faking inspires relief
Chronically dire is your grief
Time runs like a liar and a thief
Just hang tight
Each week is but a day long
Scourge and blight
Surcease for those who stay strong
Why won’t we trust?
Not all is unjust
Filled with disgust… I walk away
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Malice Aforethought
03:24
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5 • NIGHTMARES ON TOAST
I’m fallin’. I’m on the floor
I’m crawlin’, scratchin’ for
a doorway out,
as I scramble about
I hear screamin’
I’m the source, I’m the host
I‘ll give you dreamin’
I serve up nightmares on toast
and it’s the most you’re gonna get
from this ghost ‘cause I’m fadin’ out
Between, between the lines
you’ll read, you’ll read the signs
I’ll redeem, redeem my mind
You’ll see, as the time unwinds
Got away for a day
Every edge of me started to fray
I’m going crazy
Drew it in, threw it out
You all know what I’m talkin’ about
You’ve gone crazy
No more wondering,
what is the cause?
Just go crazy
You keep on holdin’
tight to the rail
Don’t go crazy
You dream, dream of a time
You’ll be, you’ll be just fine
We’ll scream, scream and chime
We’ll flee to a time more kind
Have to slide, step aside
The spillage you can’t override
We’re going crazy
Pick it up, put it back
Try our best to stay on track
Let’s go, let’s go crazy
I’m fallin’. I’m on the floor
I’m callin’, screamin’ more
than a shout
I just scramble about
Ya know that screamin’?
I’m the source, I’m the host
I give you dreamin’
I serve up nightmares on toast
and it’s the most you’re gonna get
from this ghost ‘cause I’ve faded out
I’ve faded out...
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Don't Forget The Doilies
05:51
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6 • DON’T FORGET THE DOILIES
They couldn’t be more gracious
They couldn’t be more kind
A nicer couple, you’ll never find
And they remind me…
They remind me
The family photos everywhere
The “Welcome” pillow on the chair
The afghan on the sofa back
and in the hall a rack
to hang your coat and hat
Imagine that
Imagine that
Guest towels with embroidery
and bowls of peach potpourri
I know that I am bound for hell
because to me it’s just the smell
of rotting fruit
I feel the devil’s hot pursuit
I feel the devil’s hot pursuit
And don’t forget the doilies
Don’t forget the doilies
laid out with such care
and dolls Victoriana
Sweet kitsch Americana
Don’t forget the doilies
Don’t forget the doilies
Laid out with such care
She pets the dog
then strokes my hair
They couldn’t be more gracious
They couldn’t be more kind
A nicer couple, won’t come to mind
How did they find me?
How did they find me?
He proudly shows off
his display of guns
locked safely away
while Jesus hangs above the case
with resignation on his face
and wounds agape
There’s no escape
There’s no escape
The dog keeps scratching at my legs
For my attention he begs
He’s left his mark
upon my slacks
I smile and keep my hands
clenched behind my back
I don’t attack
I don’t attack
Don’t forget the doilies
Don’t forget the doilies
Laid out with such care
She pets the dog
then strokes my hair
She pets the dog
then strokes my hair
She leans in for a hug and kiss
with fingers caked in dinner mess
I know that I am bound for hell
I cringe from her and I can smell
the singe of hair
My queasy blanket of despair
My queasy blanket of despair
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Itchin' Litigious
03:18
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7 • ITCHIN’ LITIGIOUS
Zoom zoom, goes my life before my eyes
I got a front row seat to my own demise
You won’t hear no cries, I don’t boohoo
But I’m itchin’ litigious and there’s no one to sue
Gloom gloom, I got issues, I got complaints
I got too many people want me in restraints
And it might be my acquaintance with a few of you
Makes me, hmmm, itchin’ litigious but there’s no one to sue
Mistakes, there’re no second takes
Them’s the breaks, you pay in pains and aches
Misdeeds, don’t satisfy those needs
My tempitude rises, my attitude crisis impedes
I gotta be careful, I’ve never been lucky or cool
Don’t wanna be fearful of sometimes appearing a fool
I gotta be truthful, my youth flew. Now what can I do?
I’m itchin’ litigious there’s no one to sue
Doom doom, on the horizon, risin’ with the sun
This ain’t no smelt, we’re just gonna melt all into one
And you might be done, but then what will you do?
When you’re itchin’ litigious, there’s no one to sue
Boom boom comes the crashin’ unto my head
I don’t shiver, I don’t quiver, I don’t hide in bed
And I might be dead, but then what can I do?
I’m still itchin’ litigious, there’s no one to sue
I’m itchin’ litigious and there’s no one to sue...
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8 • FOR FREDRIK - ONE BEAT TO DISASTER
A lifetime ago, or was it last week?
We nodded “Hello”, but we didn’t speak
A lifetime ago, it could have been then
I wanted to know how, where and when
A lifetime ago, when you were so near,
the current was slow, I held you so dear
A lifetime ago, fast forward to now,
we try to let go, but we don’t know how
A lifetime ago, we smiled at the thought,
at a wind that would blow and couldn’t be caught
A lifetime ago, I couldn’t say why
you’d have to go and I’d have to cry
A phrase turned and waited but never was said
The thought now belated spins round in my head
I curse you for going and leaving me here
I hate you for knowing and showing no fear
A lifetime ago, or was it last week?
We nodded “Hello”, but we didn’t speak
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9. |
Dry And Cool
03:34
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9 • DRY AND COOL
We’ve fallen
behind callin’
each other
would only be cruel
The distance between
the resistance I’ve seen
and the acceptance
that once was the rule
I’d be remiss
if I didn’t admit
that I miss
You’ve taken
to heart breakin’ so well
What the hell am I to do?
My well is dry and cool
I’ve given
up being driven
insane and
willful to prove
I’ll abandon,
release and land on
my feet and pass off
luck and wishes to you
I’d be remiss
if I didn’t admit
that I miss
You’ve taken
to heart breakin’ so well
What the hell am I to do?
The well is dry and cool
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10 • HAE NA MOOSE (HAVE NO MOUSE)
Ah hae na moose in mah hoose
Ah hae a roach noo 'n' then
Bit in mah hoose ah hae na moose
Awa' wi' yer rat catcher then
Ah hae na moose in mah hoose
Bit thare ur plenty o' spiders aboot
Ah gae 'n' ah smash thaim intae th' waw
They're a wee bit smaw tae shoot
Ah hae na moose in mah hoose
Bit ah wance hud this lazy bum
Wha coudnae wash dishes or mak' a kip
Bit wisnae tae ill oan a drum
Ah hae na moose in mah hoose
Bit ah wouldn't mynd if there'd bin
A'd set up a trap, thair necks wid snap
A'd scry "off wi' thair heads!"
Lik' th' queen
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11. |
I Am The Queen
04:33
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11 • I AM THE QUEEN
You think you’ve got it all worked out
You know what everything’s about
You haven’t got a single doubt
you’re unsurpassed
You speak with certainty and boast
You really think you are the most
Through your life you cruise and coast,
leaving others aghast
You think you are the rightful heir
You’re sure you are beyond compare
No one would ever dare
defy with a scene
But of course that can’t be the truth
because, well, there’s me, I’m proof
After all you see it’s just a goof
that I am queen
I am the queen of Post-its
that hosted
the indexed text that makes up your life
That comprises, surprises,
then finally surmises,
the lifelong struggle, the eternal strife
I’m queen of the mountain,
queen of the hill
of a mountain of paper
that catches the spill
of all I am thinking and all that I say
and if you’re not listening you’d better pray
I don’t regurgitate Munchkin boy out
the next time I open my mouth and spout
some silly ass, fairytale, bullshit rant
directed at those who obviously can’t
comprehend what’s right in front of their face,
a superior being from an inferior race
Oh what’s the use, you don’t know a thing.
You sit there and laugh while I stand here and sing
Are you questioning, can this have been?
Listen to me
I AM THE QUEEN!
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12. |
Kansas City For A Day
05:07
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12 • KANSAS CITY FOR A DAY
Kansas City for a day
and they all came to play
in hotel rooms
They’re waitin' on a crack whore
who was at the last show
She wore her tutu to Tupelo
and crashed out on the floor
with her rug burns
They all took turns
She was once a guitar princess
They say she really rocked
Now she’s just a sad mess
Now she’s trapped in a big box
out where the doomed flock to,
if the rumors are true
She just slips and slides
She makes for a good ride
She ain’t got no pride
and she takes it all in stride
She just slips and slides
They muscled into Memphis
Time to throw down some twang
He got all down home Jesus
on the girl that they all banged
Filled her head with visions
She had trouble with decisions
Kansas City for a day
and no one came to play
in hotel rooms
Lives his days in a haze
that is filled with regret
His dreams are fevered
and they all end up wet
He looks at her and weeps
She’s an angel when she sleeps
He’s waitin’ on a crack whore
who’ll never come through
She doesn’t want to be seen,
She’s not sure what to do
She doesn’t want to be found
Not since losing her crown
He just slips and slides
She made for a good ride
He ain’t got no pride
Is this Heaven?
Has he died?
There was a time, they say,
that she was kind of cute
but there was too much to smoke
and too much to shoot
She felt good for a while
‘til she forgot how to smile
I’m waitin’ on a crack whore
I’ve got better things to do
There were rumors and stories
No one knows what’s really true
Was she a guitar princess?
Did she fall for the old
“God bless”?
They just slip and slide… They just slip and slide
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13. |
Going Home
04:36
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13 • GOING HOME
Give us our daily bread
Let us lay our dead to rest
Bore a right of birth
for a plot of earth
A dirth of regard
discarded our worth
Malady in hand,
perfidy expands
the strands or our dread
that thread through the land
Let’s stand for a moment,
before we’re remanded
Command without comment,
before we are handed down
Give us our daily bread
Let us lay our dead to rest
The moment before
the knock at the door,
the wink of extinction
you fought to ignore
When all’s said and done,
what could have been won?
Was the trade off of lives
worth all of the fun?
Let’s stand for a moment,
before we’re remanded
Command without comment,
before we are handed down
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Kira Vollman Los Angeles, California
Kira Vollman is a musician, composer and a visual artist. She is best known for her work in the band Non Credo. With
collaborator, Joe Berardi, Non Credo has released albums on labels: Les Disques Victo,
Recommended No Man’s Land, Gazul/Musea, and their own label ZauberKlang.
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Kira Vollman recommends:
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by Non Credo
Give a listen to any of Non Credo's recordings. Start with this one. It might be the best way to ease yourself in. Berardi and Vollman take you on a journey that may require a safe word.
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Minor Miracles and Major Epiphanies
by Joe Berardi
Joe Berardi is my partner in crime in Non Credo. He released his first solo album last year. Take a journey into a world of miniature film scores, intriguing atmospheres and evocative moods!
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