1. |
Invisible Cities
03:06
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2. |
Hello Halo
03:26
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How could you miss me,
sitting here with this pale girl
& my clear-as-gin halo...
don’t you know
I love you?
My whole drunken world
is a gaudy frame
for a picture-perfect girl
How could I not want you,
sitting there with that pale boy,
looking like there’s no tomorrow...
Don’t you know that
My whole drunken world
is a gaudy frame
for a picture-perfect girl.
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3. |
In Bonn
03:03
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4. |
You Are My Matinee
02:44
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You are my matinee,
so cool and dark inside
You’re my convenient place to hide.
Show me previews
of your attractions
& I’ll come see you everyday.
You are my matinee
You are my matinee
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5. |
Smashing Party
03:44
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I walk the way you walk,
in fashionable circles.
& I talk the way you talk,
in fashionable circles.
In a fashionable crowd I’ve found
I’m almost always odd man out
So I frown & say "I’m sorry.
Smashing party”.
On nights like these
you’re never up past 3, I know.
& sometime after 4,
two by two the boys & girls leave
me dimly viewed,
& framed with bottles, far from sleep.
If there’s one thing you’ve taught me
it’s how to throw a smashing party.
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6. |
Motel Lights
02:53
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Turn of the ratchet,
lipstick on a book of matches
Blue light in patches,
with the volume down.
Motel lights are cold
& slowly they fold
their voltage to crowns.
One turn tighter
& like sulphur I could burn and light her
Lay down beside her
& hold her tight.
Motel lights are cold
& slowly they fold
a bad day to night,
a bad day to night.
Motel lights.
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7. |
Morley
03:02
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8. |
Three-Day Life
03:12
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Three-day life,
my weekend without you
Friday out past curfew
Saturday morning I watch cartoons
with someone new
Three-day night
on the boardwalk at
my own Coney Island.
Three-day life
My weekend without you
Three-day life
My weekend with
blonde girls from Bond Street I meet
curled like kittens in taxis
Three-day night, this unquiet
bright & shining club life.
Three-day life
My weekend without you
Three-day life
My weekend without you
Three-day life
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9. |
Violet In Violet
03:10
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10. |
The Low Lows
05:08
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From a DC-9 at night
I look out on a field of lights
but that’s not for you and I, I know
Pools of darkness lie
both to the left and right
beneath the swollen sky
The low lows
The low lows
The low lows
On a DC-9 in flight
they turn the aisle lights off at midnight
I saw a bright & shining
sidewalk through the clouds
slowly diverging from our route
& pressed my hand against
the tiny row
of plastic windows
& watched the next-to-last hope go.
The low lows
The low lows
The low lows
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11. |
Two Years In The Air
03:23
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It’s night outside
but always daylight in La Guardia
White on white,
the hallways are too bright
& never quiet enough.
Drinks on tiny tables
& cloud cover outside
in Love Field overnight.
Two years in the air
Too much airport coffee
My time in the sky,
on terminal standby,
Idle in Idlewild.
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12. |
Suit Of Fire
02:33
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This suit of fire
is cut entirely from my desire
& lined inside with shining flames
It might be hot but it fits just right
so I go out every night
in my burning suit of lights
FLAME ON
Suit of fire
FLAME ON
Suit of fire
Oh Stephin Merritt
your diving suit sounds nice & cool inside
I want to trade you this suit of fire
for just a little while.
I shine at night-time
I light up a party when I arrive
This suit of fire is so bright that I might
burn your eyes when I decide to
FLAME ON
Suit of fire
FLAME ON
Suit of fire
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13. |
P. S.
03:29
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14. |
Candy's Last Day
05:11
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Ask around,
it’s Candy’s last day
Pills in her pockets,
there’s a smile on her face
Now and then her eyes glaze
& she waves
See her cry
but not very hard
A short stab of something
slips under her guard
& blocks the sound of passing cars
& stops the wound-up stars
Candy’s kiss is a red weal
Slow slip & sweet spill
Candy’s eyes are islands
but her hands are gulls
& can’t be still
Candy’s eyes are islands
in a rising tide
All ships that sail on her seas
& all planes that fly
sink below the surface
& fall down from the sky.
Candy’s kiss is a red weal
Slow slip & sweet spill
Candy’s eyes are islands
but her hands are gulls
& can’t be still
& fly away
on Candy’s last day.
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Monk Parker Austin, Texas
Pitchfork says "Mournful & elegant, big & brassy... the exquisite dejection is almost celebratory", Rolling Stone France
calls his most recent release “perfect, just perfect”, and El Pais declared a recent Madrid performance "monstrously sad & brilliantly anachronistic”.
The new full-length solo release "Crown of Sparrows" comes out on LP & CD in April 2016 on Grand Jury Records.
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