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Throat
02:31
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When first in love you mechanize
distribute forces, calculate
you itemize and agonize
and stoke the fires and regulate
And maybe then the fires will stoke you back
and lying on the couch
you realize her swollen mouth
and say, “I’m not surprised it’s you”
It’s real
It’s really
Deep in love and swimming for the shore
you make an island of an ordinary day
It’s just an ordinary day
Hopelessly you’re lost inside
the task at hand, inventing
you needn’t count on muscle memory
I’m not surprised it’s you
It’s real
It’s really
In your throat
It’s in your throat
It’s in your throat
It’s in your throat
When love is over, love is through
well, you might sit around
for a week or two and think on
all the things he’s done to you
Or, you might call him on the phone
and tell him all the ways that he was wrong
or you might tear the phone out of the wall
And say, “Fuck it, baby, I’m not surprised it’s you, you, you”
It’s real
It’s really
In your throat
It’s in your throat
It’s in your throat
It’s in your throat
When you come back out on the street
the sunlight touches down upon your face
and all the venom in your veins just burns away
You come back like a flaming tire
rolling across corn fields
lighting all the boring people up into the sky
I want to be there
I want to be there
feel that heat
to feel that heat
to feel that heat
It’s real
It’s really
In your throat
It’s in your throat
It’s in your throat
It’s in your throat
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Jacinta
04:08
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It only happens when you die
when all that is you slides out on the tile
and all eyes turn on hands
demanding why
It’s greater than any drug
greater than chemicals
we think we are, we are not
we are only mixtures
Cold night in Boston
Cold night in Boston
Later on, I sing what I can sing
it is not me, I do not do anything
it is you, some strange harmony
I want you to know they roared
not for me, they roared for what they’d seen
behind familiar doors
we leave applause behind tonight for all the “folk stars”
Cold night in Boston
Cold night in Boston
Later still, stereo low, television no sound
the light is enough, my lover is sleeping in the other room
she is beautiful
Two pair in my hand and a bull
I’d give back every pair until two thousand and twelve
just to reverse your fall, leave you standing there leaning cool against that wall
just reverse your fall
Cold night in Boston
Cold night in Boston
Cold night in Boston
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Living in Love
03:27
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Aggravation, aggravation
building and insinuating
aggravation’s wearing on me
wearing me down
Hungry, I am hungry
my hunger’s like a tumor growing
bigger than a basketball today
Not for us the rising tide
of art or of integrity
the burning smell, the smell of progress
undermining all the words, so I can sing
Sometimes I feel
like I’m really going crazy
some days it is you and it’s not me
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
Slake my thirst, just slake my thirst
you only make it worse when you prolong the deed
the deed is driving into my skull
I have a kitchen full of melons
I’ve got melons on my mind
melons soft and round and full of seed
Waiting for the night to come
waiting for the night’s cool kiss
to chomp down on the meat of things
the soft sweet orange meat of things
and eat
Sometimes I feel
like I’m really going crazy
some days it’s not me and it’s not you
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
Speaking, I am speaking to you,
sweating out the details
like a bitter red poison that came in through the skin
At the end of it, we’re wasted
like two unconscious shaman
who danced and fought and lived with all the demons for on hour
And in one hour we’ll be free
we’ll be hauling down the runway
the shadows of the afternoon are falling behind
Sometimes I feel
like I’m really going crazy
some days it’s not me and it’s not you
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
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Orbit of You
03:26
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I feel you on a train,
I feel you in my clothes
I feel you like an accident
I don’t know you very well
I feel you at 600 miles
like a power of the occult
I feel you when you’re close enough to breathe
being difficult
Whatever they’ve told you
whatever you may do
as I drown myself with words here
exposing every truth
there is a long distance
between resistance
and the orbit of you
I am stripped down to my anchors
I am stripped down to my bolts
like a rabbit in the God machine
I’m holding on for hope, for spirit
withholding nothing
Whatever they’ve told you
whatever you may do
as I drown myself with words here
exposing every truth
there is a long distance
between resistance
and the orbit of you
the orbit of you
Willpower like a fist
exposing my condition
I hope he finds you like the elements and without inhibition
lets you drown him
lets you blow his world away
‘cause it’s you that does this to me
with your eyes of radiant grey
I’m going to write you out of my system
maybe today
Whatever they’ve told you
whatever you may do
as I drown myself with words here
exposing every truth
there is a long distance
between resistance
and the orbit of you
the orbit of you
the orbit of you
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Turn out the floodlight, the captain comes in
it doesn’t look good for you, it doesn’t look good for you
I’ll take the irons, the switchback gurus
I’ll take current, I’ll take what’s coming to me
And dawn tears a gentle, tatter-y hole
in the domes of the hemisphere, rearrange the frequency
and down in the bunker, way underneath
they’ve all gone insane, they’ve all gone insane
it’s finally
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
The city lined up in twos and threes
at the chapel of Oliver North
the reverend come unto us
He did what he had to, he made his own rules
we’re told he’s a hero, well that’s the beginning
yeah, that’s the ignition point
that’s the ignition point
It was downhill from there
in the space of twelve years
give or take a month or two
they were firmly entrenched
and ready to fight
The southwest went first
well, don’t let them fool you
the old wound of Texas opened at Waco
infected Montana
the amputation at Ruby Ridge failed
No longer a doctor, no longer a patient
just two bleeding buffalo and a mountain of cancer
and the martyr’s erected in the city of Oklahoma
like the beach after Normandy, bodies all over
and me, I’m the antichrist, strapped to this chair in south Florida
Screaming, “I know the answer; wait I can stop this”
but the man at the main switch, he gives me the juice
and says, “I didn’t hear nothing, now how about you”
“I didn’t hear nothing, now how about you”
Get down on your knees
This is not drowning
This is not playing for the king
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
Well after dark, in the bowels of the city
they pull down their shades and place their cut but firm hands
on the good book of Dylan and swear by the graves
of their fathers and mother — confirm
Then out on the street, when they find a good spot
they each part their lips and might get out a verse
that sounds something like
it sounds something like
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
Big time at the iron house
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Andale
01:59
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When they come, they come in numbers
they come on bleeding steeds
they check you in the aisles
and sweep you at the knees
they say, “Sign and live forever
decline and die like this”
well, it all comes down to seconds
trapped there in your fist
Andale
Andale
Andale
I’ve seen more than enough
I’ve taken all I think you’ve got to give
And I ain’t giving up
Well, the deal is like a doorway
where you stand ‘til it’s your time
you turn and say, “I’m going”
I look, and I say, “Fine”
you said, “You could come in with me
we’d be like two fiery gas giants”
what, burning up the system
well, those are my lines
so, you go on ahead
and you do what you must do, but
whatever happens
it happens to you
Andale
Andale
Andale
I’ve seen more than enough
I’ve taken all I think you’ve got to give
And I ain’t giving up
Andale
Andale
Andale
I’ve seen more than enough
I’ve taken all I think you’ve got to give
And I ain’t giving up
Now, the lucky get the virus
it gets them in their hands
lying in the darkness, they begin to understand
it strips them of their need
it leaves them saddened and empty
but stronger and free
Andale
Andale
Andale
I’ve seen more than enough
I’ve taken all I think you’ve got to give
And I ain’t giving up
Andale
Andale
Andale
I’ve seen more than enough
I’ve taken all I think you’ve got to give
And I ain’t giving up
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Roadsong
03:59
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City lay by the lake like a hand
like a thumb, thumb, hillside, hillside
two p.m., dog day afternoon
I just got in, bus stop still steaming
like Albany, cheap coffee, styrofoam
the voice of Jehovah
I take a left, I take a curl
I take hot shower, I take hard soap
I take propaganda and you and me in the rain
Who is the king here
is it a good call
yeah, well it’s a good call
we all lock arms and dance around the ivory tower
this is not working right
this is not living well
These are the days and nights that bring me back to you
Tight stovepipe black baby shirt girl
standing in the doorway waiting for the big sauce
double shot soy top cappuccino
shot of red red brick under umbrella
dissolve, new scene
why, you and me in the heart of ship city
Who is the king here
is it a good call
yeah, well it’s a good call
we all lock arms and dance around the ivory tower
this is not working right
this is not living now
These are the days and nights that bring me back to you
These are the days and nights that bring me back to you
I know this city, I know this bridge
one car length, two car lengths, three
he slaps his knee, he pounds the window
he stuffs his face, he runs to the restroom
I pull the rolled up pants from behind my head
the length of one Greyhound
I pull the rolled up pants from behind my head
the length of one Greyhound
Who is the king here
is it a good call
yeah, well it’s a good call
we all lock arms and dance around the ivory tower
this is not working right
this is not living now
These are the days and nights that bring me back to you
These are the days and nights that bring me back to you
These are the days, these are the nights
These are the days, these are the nights
These are the days and nights that bring me back to you
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8. |
Islands and Phantoms
03:30
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I’m dying by my own light
these the first words I can say
my old world has entrapped me
new world far, far away
across the ocean, the lead-brown sea
the ghosts of all these things
come floating back to me
look to the rivers, the yawning sky
look to the hilltop, shrouded lines of
cotton floating brides
look in the desert, look in the sand
note the way each grain clings glistening to
the strong parts of your hands
Carry away, far out to sea
islands and phantoms come whispering
come whispering
Well, shed their accusations
shed you of their greed
shed their commentating like you’d
shed your clothes for me
pick me up, I’m broken
strap these boots back to my feet
clad me in some armor and you get me
back out on the streets
she said, “I cannot do this for you
you must assemble your own defenses
though the battle will be bloody
and the price will seem too great
go forth, your world awaits you
and if we swing our throws together
it is for fate and not for us to decide”
Carry away, far out to sea
islands and phantoms come whispering
come whispering
Carry away, far out to sea
islands and phantoms come whispering
come whispering
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Willowed
01:54
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Sometimes you just bloom
erase and drift away
sometimes when the moon
callous, yellow, and Midas-touched
touches your shoulder
when we grow older
will you still reach for this
or will your arms narrow, brittle, and break
Will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
Sometimes you just kill me
sometimes I just lie there
sometimes you are deeper and colder
sometimes you are sudden and bright
sometimes I am stammering, stupid, and bleeding
you take what you need and I take what I want
sometimes it’s enough
when we grow older
will you still try for this
or will you just soften and sink into the same deep well
Will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
Here comes the sadness
here comes the salt parade
here comes the sadness
here comes the salt parade
Will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
will you bend willowed
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Colorado
04:52
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They came down from the roof wearing heavy black vests for to stop the bullets
proof of nothing, they wielded similar guns
the idea black and inked like a nightmare, to shoot children, to stop death on children’s wings
in the hallways, in the graveyard, in the boiling cafeteria, fifteen men, helmets, plexi-visors
they are searching, they are searching, they are searching
searching for the sons of the men of whom in turn they once were the schoolmates
for to shotgun, for to shotgun, for to slay them where they stand
for to shotgun, for to shotgun, for to slay them where they stand
then they comb the rows of lockers
rows of blasted metal, backpacks, brains
interconnected, the footprints of the tale
in the classroom a shaft of brilliant sunlight on a chalkboard
it reads the topic of the day
conflict and resolution, rethinking the American landscape
in the office, in the choir room, in the rafters of the ceiling
the remnants of the hearts of innocents still beating
they are dancing, they are dancing, they are dancing, they are dancing
jerking like the puppets of the angel of mercy
And I’m running harder and harder
Colorado on my mind
I am running, running harder and harder
Colorado on my mind
Then they find them in the book room
wearing jackets of explosives
their own gray centers splattered across bulletins and carpets
there’s no answer at the nexus
only hints and intuition
the survivors are survivors, but the finished are not reason
on the bookshelves, the databases, in the silence of the pages
nothing, no wisdom is forthcoming
but it’s Lazarus, it’s Lazarus, it’s Lazarus again
rising from the fluids of his still and cooling sister
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Transmission
03:27
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I’m tired, I don’t want to write anymore
I keep taking ‘em down, to kill out the voices
what would you say, if I told you
it gets under the door like floodwater
How very different
how very strong
We don’t talk too much about it
we don’t smile except sideways
we don’t communicate, except in lyric
what would you do, if I told you the truth
we could get out of here, get into the sun
How very different
how very strong
how very brave
how very long it’s taking
and you’re still there
I count the days by the teeth I’ve knocked out
you count the weeks by the color of my skin
I knock into the microphone
I’m almost naked here; I’m almost alone
How very different
how very strong
how very brave
how very long it’s taking
and you’re still there
now I believe in you
I’d set you on fire
this is our transmission
How very different
how very strong, strong, strong
how very brave
how very long it’s taking
and you’re still there
now I believe in you
I’d set you on fire
oh, this is our transmission
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James O'Brien New York, New York
James O’Brien toured the U.S. and the U.K. from 1998–2004 playing politically aware songs, sometimes solo and sometimes with
a band, sharing billings with artists such as Hamell on Trial, Dan Bern, Michael McDermott, John Sinclair, Bill Miller and Freedy Johnson.
In 2017, after a 13-year hiatus, he began to release archival and new material, expanding his catalog to fourteen albums as of 2022.
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