Vs. the Swingers and the Saints

by Venice Sunlight

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released August 20, 2016

A. Brown - Drums, percussion.
S. Krostyne - Bass, backing vox.
D. Cohen - Lead guitar, backing vox.
J. Verdibello - Lead vocals, rhythm guitar.

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Track Name: ...Meanwhile, At the Altar:
Come on, let's celebrate tomorrow
After all, it's only 3 AM
We're caffeinated so we're born to run
Kellie says, "Baby, I must be lonely"
Now she’s on with a song, and now my phone's going crazy
On the horn and the ambulance takes her away

And it's some kind of schadenfreude
Since I'm pointing and laughing

Well come on now
If you're bleeding
Then you can't forget this feeling
She’s a saint but she’s swinging away
At the altar where she’s kneeling
Well come on now
If you’re breathing
Then you can’t forget this feeling

Two hours later in a sterile room
Now I’m pacing to the pace of her gloom
Kellie's sedated, now I'm aggravated
"Can you tell me, was it benzedrine?"
Now he's wrong and he's thrown by the contusions on her backside
I'm alone as Jenny leaves to flush out the stash

And she looks like a debutante
Judging by the scratches on her neck

Well come on now
If you're bleeding
Then you can't forget this feeling
She’s a saint but she’s swinging away
At the altar where she’s kneeling
Well come on now
If you’re breathing
Then you can’t forget this feeling

I need to drown out the hospital woes
So it's "So Down On" on the stereo
Kellie said she wanna get upstate
But she got to New Haven a bit too late
Now she's alone with a moan and takes a moment to collect herself
"Am I alive or am I Memorex?"

And she burns like a cigarette
Judging by the ashes on my lips

Well come on now
If you're bleeding
Then you can't forget this feeling
She’s a saint but she’s swinging away
At the altar where she’s kneeling
Well come on now
If you’re breathing
Then you can’t forget this feeling
Track Name: Soul of the City
I stormed in the bar and said, "I need a whiskey"
And the glass in my hand never stood a chance
I stormed out the bar a mere three hours later
I guess I never had the nerve to dance

But we've got time

You bid your adieu to the soul of the city
And we both fell from those wuthered lonesome heights
As I insisted your soul meet my body
You said instead, "Let's use those narrow stairs tonight"

Back at the bar we both made our excuses
Yours was I wasn't tall enough to ride
Mine was you looked too good to undress you
But I'm still thinking about the red dress so that was a lie

And we've got time

You bid your adieu to the soul of the city
And we both fell from those wuthered lonesome heights
As I insisted your soul meet my body
You said instead, "Let's use our narrow stairs tonight"

I woke up with my mind on the matter
I’m taken back to the day at the lake
It went down at the stroke of 1 AM
And I pray to my brain your blood to take

So we've got time

You bid your adieu to the soul of the city
And we both fell from those wuthered lonesome heights
As I insisted your soul meet my body
You said instead, "Let's use our narrow stairs tonight"
And I was a stone on a string while you were taking flight
Track Name: Masquerades on Saturdays
I've spent a lot of time looking for lust
But the only thing I found was a bride
I spent a year or two chasing these hawks
But the last thing that I felt was alive

I spent some nights passed out on the couch
And I guess I'd say that I've survived
I know the feeling of a mouth full of Jack
And I'm amazed I never fell off the plank
I'd like to say it was a war story
Cranking Justice until three AM
But in my old age it wasn't war I waged
And I'm always done by a quarter to ten

And it's all a pretense in these
Masquerades on Saturdays

I've spent a lot of time looking for love
But I found her with her legs in the air
She told me that she'd spent some time in a band
And so she had me in the palm of her hand
Now I'm a rapscallion, a villainous man
But I couldn't shake the sense that I'd met my match
Cause she was bad news and I just couldn't refuse
And I couldn't choke the flames of discontent

And there was no pretense here
Yeah, we're going down

Masquerades on Saturdays

She was a digital love, daft and untamed
And when I saw her in stockings I just couldn't be blamed
But I could hardly speak, yeah, and I could hardly breathe
So I crawled into my bottle to give my soul a slight reprieve

Masquerades on Saturdays

Yeah, we're going down
Track Name: Random Walk
Separate the past from present time
The Markov chain dictates we'll be just fine
Different phases, independent states
But Jenny says she'd rather contemplate

To not go

The state space is so finite we're confined
A transition matrix bound by what's defined
Different faces in dependent states
And Jenny eloquently seems irate

She will not go

Damned if she cares what the models may say
She'd never put faith in the stars anyway

Monte Carlo makes for certain odds
But it reiterates uncertainty of cost
Jenny says she'll wait for the Grand Prix
Just to sing "Racing in the Street"

To not go

Damned if she cares what the models may say
She'd never put faith in the math anyway
Track Name: Dream Big
Now this is how it was before we threw down all your Maker’s
We all dressed up like Indians and stormed the Boston Harbor
There was liberty and slavery and ecstasy and irony
We ended up on Bedford drinking Pabst for the prestige
Now everyone is talking about the need for a rebellion
Our tea is taxed, our credit’s maxed and Cheers went off the air
We don't know who we're fighting for but everyone agrees
We'll keep our ribbons and our sugar and give up on all our dreams

And I know we've got to let it go

Now this is how it was before we built the Wilson Dam
Idyllic but outmoded and ideal for just the past
And in the cities they were cheering "Thank God for the TVA"
But in the woods it was a fable about eminent domain

I know it's time to sell our souls
Oh I know that we've got to let it go

Hey hey hey, we're just driving in the dark
Trying just to get another start
Your eyes are forward and your mouth is shut
Trying to get out of this rut

Now back in '65 nobody seemed to give a damn
There were some Pinkos and some Beatles but no one was running scared
But then we marched on Washington and said change was due
I guess that Tet offended me more than it offended you

And I know four died in Ohio
Oh I know that we've got to let it go

Hey hey hey, we're just driving in the dark
Trying to get another start
Your eyes are forward and your mouth is shut
Dying to get out of this rut

Let’s dream big
Track Name: Turn It Up!
Hey, we're out in the streets again running
Of course you put on your best dress baby
Cause we've got the rhythm and, yeah, we'll deliver
Let's start a party on the bank of the river

Turn it down or turn it around
We'll turn it up and then we'll get out of town

Hey, tonight we're all beauty queens
And in the lights, we're all homecoming kings
So if we lose our title to the crest of the knave
It's just justice and we've got our whole lives to get saved
Jesus and Mary were jonesing for gold
But we left ours somewhere when we got sent back home
And if time's all we've got then time's all we need
So let's like live saints, yeah, let's come unclean

Turn it down or turn it around
We'll turn it up and then we'll get out of town

And though the days all seem so mundane
Jenny spends her nights as Miss Novocaine
And I'm still clutching to a pack of Spirits
So when Casey gets back, she'll get right back in it
And sometime later but before we had your Maker’s
Some plumbers got caught planting bugs for a Quaker
And we all lived like cynics so we stopped dreaming big
So let's turn it loud and relive what we've missed

Turn it down or turn it around
We'll turn it up and then we'll get out of town
Track Name: Pennant Race
Let's start with our top contender
She was on a bender down at the Green Rock
The party never stopped

We were coming down from blotto
Talking about Del Zotto and how he'd grown into his skin
And how we'd maybe win

Everybody cuts the rug tonight and I can't decide who I'm gonna choose
Yeah, I always lose
And there's nothing I can do

Outside shot from a contestant
Yeah, I'd barely met her but she was scratched into my soul
Like she was Ellen Foley

In walks one of the apostles
In the guise of a goth girl but she was more of a geek
So I couldn't speak, naturally

Everybody cuts the rug tonight and I can't decide who I'm gonna choose
Yeah, I always lose
And there's nothing I can do

This last girl said she was on some beat
Yeah, she covered the enemy but she said she knew Claude Giroux
So what could I do

Everybody cuts the rug tonight and I can't decide who I'm gonna choose
Yeah, I always lose
Everybody cuts the rug tonight and I can't decide who I'm gonna choose
Yeah, I always lose
And there's nothing I can do
Track Name: Send Me Home
We were so wise we did surmise on the road to Nazareth
We were getting by on the hair of the dog and a little frankincense
We were miscreants of consequence just blowing out your fate
But when we got to Galilee we were fifteen years too late

Love should feel like a festival
Love should feel like a carnival
Why does it feel like the circus is out to

Ooh, screw me up, yeah
Ooh, send me home?

Now you're messing with a son of a bitch
We've got the gold, you've got the itch
And what the hell is this myrrh thing anyway?
Well, love it hurts, love it scars
And I found love in townie bars
But rock and roll couldn't save you from climbing up that cross

Love should feel like a festival
Love should feel like a carnival
Why does it feel like the circus is out to

Ooh, screw me up, yeah
Ooh, send me home?

Now we’re throwing down all the Maker’s in this town
Spread it all around, it’s the gospel of the now
Yeah, it’s all we know
But can it save your mortal soul?

Love should feel like a festival
Love should feel like a carnival
Why does it feel like the circus is out to

Ooh, screw me up, yeah
Ooh, send me home
Ooh, screw me up, yeah
Ooh, send me home?
Track Name: Two Apostles
She opens her windows to Reed Street
And winces at the waft of the cool night air
Well nothing's serene in the glow of the city
She couldn't give a damn if I couldn't give a care
She's humming a song made famous by the News
The one where the Doc tries to shake off his blues
Well he'd go back in time if that movie was the truth
But to where, I couldn't say

Jenny says that she's all right
And then I say that we're all right here
If she'll admit that she's wound tight
I promise that I will disappear

I open my windows to the skyline
At least I would if I was facing east
And I've been having this thought about Jerusalem
Or was it a thought about Judas Priest?
And I can't say I've been dreaming
But I've been thinking that her legs are dangerous
And if it's time for us to start believing
We gotta start by finding some friends to trust

And Jenny says that she's all right
And then I say that we're all right here
If she'll admit that she's wound tight
I promise that I will disappear

Then she, for right or wrong, says praying won't do anything
And if we believed a bit stronger in Jesus, well you know we’re wasting energy
And then she, for right or wrong, says that staying won't do anything
If we believed a bit stronger in love, the ink on her wrist wouldn't be an elegy

I heard she was raised a Catholic
And these days that don't seem to matter much
But she caught me praying to Gaborik
Even though I'd said I believed in Prust
And time is such a fleeting feeling that I
Can't conceive a fifth dimension above it
And they say that we go to eleven
But I don't think that theory quite cuts it

Then she, for right or wrong, says praying won't do anything
And if we believed a bit stronger in Leibniz, well you know we’re wasting energy
And then she, for right or wrong, says that staying won't do anything
If we believed a bit stronger in love, the ink on her wrist wouldn't be an elegy

Our hearts are working overtime
And that means more is on the line
And we've both seen the lord before
She had the devil in her heart but her eyes wanted more

And then she, for right or wrong, says praying won't do anything
And if we believed a bit stronger in Elvis, well you know we’re wasting energy
And then she, for right or wrong, says that staying won't do anything
If we believed a bit stronger in love, the ink on her wrist wouldn't be an elegy
The ink on her wrist wouldn’t mean a thing, and it sure wouldn’t be an elegy
Track Name: Turntable Blues
Get home, turn on, tune in, let the needle drop
Unwound, but I can't exhale 'til the music stops
So Kellie moans, "Let's dance 'til the morning comes"
And I put on I didn't see it coming

Now the record spins and she gets off the couch
I sit in stride and then we keep on rocking

At six, she runs downstairs to get a six
At nine, she comes back up with her bag of tricks
She won't back down and I tell her I'd never
When she's in town or even when she's better

Yeah, the records spin and Jenny's stumbling 'round
The girls can't win and they reject the sounds
In stereo, but it's only rock and roll
And I like it, yeah I like it, yes I do

She won't back down
She won't back down
Reject those sounds
She won't back down

The records spin and we're all lingering
The girls can't win and they reject the men
In stereo, but it's only how they roll
And they like it, yeah they like it, yes they do

It's cold out, so we saunter over to a bar on Park
One round, wondering where Casey went after dark
It's two drinks down and we figure she's locked out
But no one takes pause to think that she's locked up

The records spin and Kellie's just passed out
So we can't win and we reject the night
In stereo, but it's only rock and roll
And we like it, yeah we like it, yes we do