Vs. the Swingers and the Saints

by Venice Sunlight

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
03:34
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
5.
03:30
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
6.
03:25
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
7.
03:04
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
8.
03:37
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?
9.
04:33
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
10.
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

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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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