1. |
Tief im Hochhaus
04:40
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Between these walls I hit the heights
Singing through winter and through short summer nights
I knew
For sure
Everyone would hear me
Everything was clear
Then came the train and cleared away
All that I thought I knew about those days
I’m just
A voice
Just a background singer
Please write my name down
Help me remember who I really am
Not looking for fame now
But I fear Ill forget just who I really am
I was deep in the Hochhaus
Singing I’m taking, I’m taking a dive
When they tear down the Hochhaus
Please leave a marker, a stela, a sign
So many years before today
But I remember when I’m out this way
You know
My voice
But not a dot of credit
Not like he’d just forget it
Please write my name down
Help me remember who I really am
Not looking for fame now
But I fear Ill forget just who I really am
I was deep in the Hochhaus
Singing hey hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey
When they tear down the Hochhaus
Please help to keep me from slipping away
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2. |
My Opinion of Disco
02:45
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Bull Luzinski hit a three-run dinger
Steve ‘n’ Garry sang their funny song about that singer
I buy a brand-new record every week
All of them rock and roll
I buy a brand-new record
When I say that disco sucks I’m not that sure
When I say that disco sucks I’m just repeating what I’ve heard
I’m just saying I’m a straight white boy who doesn’t much like change
And disco’s just outside my comfort range
Blow ‘em up between a double header!
I don’t like Uncle Feev or his double-barrel shredder
I’m buyin’ lots of records every week
Most of them rock and roll
I’m buyin’ lots of records
And when I say that disco sucks I can’t be sure
When I say that disco sucks I’m just repeating empty words
I’m just saying I’m a straight white boy who never wondered why
But if you like disco I guess I can try
When I say that disco sucks I mean it rocks
As long as it's from England and the band’s all wearing frocks
I swear I’m still a straight white boy — just trying something new
And I learned that disco doesn’t suck from you
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3. |
The Escheat Business
02:43
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In peddler’s French
They came to nim
I have been poled
I have been fleeced
They cozened well
I am well-rooked
I am outfoxed
By quite the prig
The cutpurse nips
The diver dives
The snap has sipped
Away eight lives
Egyptian bong
The coney caught
The stall and foist
The snappage shared
In peddler’s French
We came to nim
You have been poled
You have been fleeced
We cozened well
You are well-rooked
You are outfoxed
By quite the prig
The cutpurse nipped
The diver dove
The snap has shipped
Away your gold
Egyptian bong
The coney caught
The stall and foist
The snappage shared
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4. |
Under the Castles
02:35
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Another leap year in the snow
Another year getting downvalley by riding the rails
Swift river, grey tailings
Another trip from here to there
Heroes and Villains on eight track again and again
Swift river
The ordinary
The proper was improperly observed
No more questions from me
Pretty sure that we both got what we deserved
Another season in the snow
Both of us making our way up the valley by car
Swift river
The ordinary
The proper was improperly observed
No more question
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5. |
Redemption Song Song
02:33
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I got my journals and I shredded half
Took erasers to the ones I kept
Verby phrases, dependent clauses, and impenetrable logic
Was all that was left
Blame the bevvies or you blame the jet
Hey, baby, either’s really keen
Let the lawyers judge the suit, but I would rob to have those boots
If you know what I mean
Now where was I before I rudely interrupted me
I wasn’t half of half the man I was supposed to be
Drown out the sounds, let loose the hounds
Maybe they can tell me where I’ve been
Like wearing boxing gloves and trying to use binoculars
And even that shit isn’t close to just how bad it was
’Til I sang along to Redemption Song
And meant every word
I see a calendar, I see my folks
I haven’t owned a working watch in years
Don’t hear nearly enough jokes, and I’m not being cavalier —
This is what I have left
I held you hostage and you held me up
As in, I would’ve fallen without you
‘Cause you taught me the song made sure I sang along
Until I meant every word
Now where were we before I rudely interrupted us
And what a man’s supposed to be is just ridiculous
Let in the sounds, run with the hounds
Over there, that’s where I’ve been
Take off the boxing gloves and put down the binoculars
I have no need to see the details of how bad it was
I’ll sing along to Redemption Song
And mean every word
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Box Set Authentic Brooklyn, New York
Box Set Authentic is a loose-knit group of eight friends and longtime musical collaborators who really like one another’s songs. Most of us played in and around Chicago in the bands Shovel Choir, Tart, and the Velmas. We've recorded in Chicago, the Bay Area, and New York and played live in LA, NYC and Portland. ... more
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