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01. Intro [3:20 ]
02. Reunited Airlines [2:53]
03. The Connection [2:23]
04. Have We Been Working Out? (Bling Bling) [2:27]
05. A Potential Ally [2:14]
06. 12 Instruments [0:58]
07. The Nadir
08. A New Wrinkle [3:25]
09. Lake Koshkonong Valley Song [2:28]
10. Weekend [2:01]
11. Hard World Flooring [3:30]
12. Remembrance Of Things Past [1:16]
13. Professor Bordeaux [1:23]
14. The Party 1 [2:15]
15. Love At First Byte? [2:40]
16. Love is Golden, French, Eternal [1:39]
17. The Aftermath [2:21]

Smith
2001 MOC Records
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01. Do You Want Me? [2:31]
02. Jenny Flecks [0:27]
03. That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire
       And Of The Comfort of the Resurrection [1:25]
04. Steve Jesus [1:25]
05. An Old Friend [0:40]
06. So Right, It's Wrong [2:38]
07. Report From George [0:33]
08. 34th Street [1:56]
09. A Shame And A Waste [2:07]
10. Nadia Ivanovna [0:42]
11. After the Party 3 [0:30]
12. A Perfect Prelude [1:44]
13. An Accident [0:50]
14. To The Boatcourt [2:23]
15. Van Buren Street [0:39]
16. I Never Asked You To Cry [1:27]
17. Nadia's Last Assignment [0:53]
18. Witholding Hands [3:10]
19. The Party 4 [0:42]
20. Apprehension [0:43]
21. Westmont [3:39]
22. Autumn Sonata [3:48]
23. Epilogue [8:03]
24. Coda [3:54]


Intro
 

Reunited Airlines
Somewhere I have been at some time Something pulls me in. Someone said something and I thought of you and said "Someday I know we'll be something again and then Someone else will say something I said." It takes time, time to take off, because Right now, I can't take it again Some time, I'll take some time off, and we'll Make time to take the time then In the time it takes to take off We'll take off and take it all off and talk it all off So come back to backyard sun Sometimes I run, Sometimes I am ran from And someone is coming to, Running to run to someone The sun isn't coming and Some just aren't cunning The summer is coming for someone you love It's soft where you stopped, so stay soft You'll find the time that it takes to take off Depends on how much hot air you got I may be wrong, baby; maybe I'm not But if I'm wrong, I can't take the truth In the time it takes to make up an excuse I'll be gone

The Connection
 

Have We Been Working Out? (Bling Bling)
Bling bling! She's saying something, but I don't know if I should listen, now I'm only thinking, baby: Maybe it isn't the way That you say that you still think It's the same old story But I think I'm singing a different tune I can't forget you baby, what do you want me to do? Bling bling! And then it hit me Bling bling! She said it with me Bling bling! But then I asked her "What do you mean when you say that you mean what you say do you mean that you mean what you're saying?" Bling bling! It makes no difference if I stay Or if I say you're wrong; It's not that simple, baby You know it hurts me and you don't deserve me but Bling bling! You say it's easy but You say it's over every night And then you say that you love me So tell me the truth, tell me straight, Tell me, baby: Have we been working out? We look good. Where did we go wrong? Let's work it out. Let's give up, it's always the same old song

A Potential Ally
 

12 Instruments
 

The Nadir
O Euterpe, guide these hands To strangle those who bleat As with hearts bereaved of blood "The nadir will come for every one!" Protect us from this, 'Til my song is done I cede that the end draws nearer With each quick breath we steal, But desire for Hell's cold smoke Will cling to our hearts like a well-told joke So where, I must ask, is Ponyoak In a world that cradles our warmth with snow And shudders with tremulous vertigo When from heights unimagined we look below And pray for descent into all that we know? And where is the logic in lore that sticks To our skin like a stigmatic cicatrix? We can wish on a star or a crucifix, But as long as we remain on the ground,
We're condemned to our worries, however unsound

A New Wrinkle
 

Lake Koshkonong Valley Song
Musing in Mandarin Upon the Western wind. She's not a poet But she's drowning in her art. She blankets all her claims in vague, Uncertain names Then blames semantics when she Starts to fall apart So maybe she's wrong, but it won't be long Till she's singing a new one, replete with A sweet melody Stinging strings and The strains of a vague memory She's time's enemy, and she'd better be She's captured every eye and Left them out to dry and Stuck pins through them and Displayed them on her wall Whenever she walks by, they Close and Cry and Cry until They drown themselves and Dream about it all So if she's not shy, you can't wonder why But the lyrics and notes and emotions of Her favorite song Rest with silt at the bottom of Lake Koshkonong And she'll come along and She'll go along

Weekend
See her see See her, see her eyes: Belief This, see, is this, you see, Right? Her eyes--wise, wide, Bright-as-her eyes-- See eyes. This is that I see her Now Be her Be her eyes She can't be her eyes. And she can't see her, Eyes open wide tonight She sees I see her, she Leaves her She leaves her eyes See her, blinded by eyes She sees herself into new eyes and believes her

Hard World Flooring
The guests expected spectacles of Undressed breasts and testicles But they had to settle for circuits And metal It wasn't worth it, But they deserved it And I sat in the corner,Warning a foreigner who wanted to come to the States, I said: "We've all made mistakes, And a new, sad, sorry States awaits us." Yes I've learned my lesson, I'm not into guessing weight. "How many in the Haight-Ashbury hate Ashbery, maybe eight?" You want to be great And that's just great! And I hope it works out for you, But how does it feel to know the way it feels to make me feel the way you do? The girls bathe me, but the girls hate me, And love takes me forever anyway The world ignores me, And though the world still floors me now and again It usually bores me, but not enough
to say "It's not enough." It's enough

Remembrance Of Things Past
 

Professor Bordeaux
 

The Party 1
 

Love At First Byte?
 

Love Is Golden, French, Eternal
 

The Aftermath
 


Do You Want Me?
"What do you want? What do you need? Do you want me? Is there anything you could say That would change the way I feel?"

Jenny Flecks
 

That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And...
Were you alone last night? I'd like to think that you were, But you weren't It's better to get things out there than to Keep it all inside-- Maybe things will just get worse, But you know you tried Can you come out tonight? Oh baby, I'd like to keep you Forever. I've always liked to watch The summer melt Into the fall But maybe it's not so easy after all

Steve Jesus
 

An Old Friend
 

So Right, It's Wrong
I have known what I have known" She holds her breath under the phone She's not unhappy, or alone, She just can't sit still Baby wants what baby gets, 100% and no regrets It hasn't caught up to her yet and It probably never will. And she goes on and on and on… "It couldn't be really this long" In her eyes, she's trying In her heart, she's trying In her mind, she's buying time for tying up goodbyes To quiet ears and biased eyes She holds herself so well Because she told herself "Oh well, I couldn't be good If you couldn't tell, But please, just please, don't call" So all her creamy
dreams come true- "It's been so long since I heard from you! Let's do the things we used to do As if no time's passed at all." And so we go and go and go Racing the things that we know. So now, we're smiling. Tomorrow, we're smiling A year from now: "We've tried to slice the lives we've lived like pie" I lift my tired eyes to sky-scraped cheeks And dried and chapped white lies"Time flies when time's allowed to fly"

Report From George
 

34th Street
 

A Shame And A Waste
Now, the world seems Emptier than ever But the days are filled with light, and the nights are night enough So how did things not manage to get better? Winning the war but losing the fight, I bite my tongue and blush Isn't it a shame and a waste? All the troubles we could be facing All the empty dreams that we could have chased We should have held on 'til the end But it's too late to pretend, We've lost it. But it happens every day-- The things that once seemed worth it waste away And we forget that there's nothing left to say So we talk ourselves dry. So everybody dies, And everybody looks in someone's eyes, And everybody thinks everybody tries to always Make sure they know why. But isn't it a shame and a waste All the small missteps we could be retracing. If every mistake could just be erased I'm sure we'd fuck it up again But we're a crossword done in pen I know I know I know I know But isn't it a shame?

Nadia Ivanovna

After The Party
 

A Perfect Prelude
A fitting ending for war"Oh baby, this pretty world is going to fade" "Maybe, but there's still a fortune to be made" Tell me it's over there's no more it's over cause I couldn't love her I don't even know her But something she says in the heat of the moment makes sense, don't it? "And so five minutes becomes five years." A perfect prelude to new ideas I'm easy I'm never satisfied but it don't take much To please me, Just a smile that you never have to hide.

An Accident
 

To The Boatcourt
It could be in the air, It could be on the street It could be insincere or incomplete. It could be anywhere in two heartbeats It could be anywhere tonight It could be under the bridge, Or behind the sun It could be things that you did, Or things you shouldn't have done It could be everything and everyone, It could be everywhere tonight Soto the boatcourt, boys, And we will sink the sky. With every soft goodbye, I wonder why this isn't right It could be rotting your mind, Or beating out of your chest It could be infinite lives, Or merely infinite jest It could be sleepy eyes, Or the things they suggest It could be anything tonight It could be things you've heard, Or things you aren't seeing, Or just being a one, Being one, just one being It is every word, 'Cause there's no harm in believing That it's every one tonight So to the boatcourt, boys, And hold your baited breath-- The spring release of death Is far too tempting to fight It could anyone tonight, It could be anywhere tonight, It could be anything tonight It couldn't ever be Never be tonight

Van Buren Street
 

I Never Asked You To Cry

I never asked you to cry, Except one time, And that's when you left, but you couldn't I saw through you, I knew you'd just die If you knew I knew you had hid Your face in the pouring rain, leaking tears To a boy with a foreign name So what's more insane? The joy or the pain Or the boring game we're playing? I never asked you why, Except one time, And that's when you left, and you couldn't lie, So you said it, and I didn't get it I've been asleep in the rain for far too long To be woken by the sun The words that are spoken by the tongue Pointing a smoking gun At the chosen one With a broken thumb Aren't saying much at all

Nadia's Last Assignment
 

Withholding Hands
She goes the way she came-- Like a fragment of a nightmare you had When you were fifteen-years-old So every word drips with bittersweet reverb, Distorted by the silence of the room So here we are: Asleep in Cakewalk 9 Breathing bullets like an airgun While the spider-colored glass of a Sharp, delayed guitar Fills with the smoke of an uncompressed snare drum Do we forget the lives we've lived as new ones come along? And can you fall asleep to someone else's favorite song? We find our strength grows steadily as love and hope decrease So with holding hands we seize the strings and cringe at each Release The road is a wolf That sneaks from points A & B To some new empty house with one light on And three cars in the drive And that's why we speak, To try and bridge the tender gap Between breathing and being alive And the echo-filled fog has you thinking that The element of surprise is more familiar than it seems And so you drive, And spit your hopes and fears through the exhaust pipe In a stream of dreamy steam So why remember when it takes no effort to forget? Pretend you spent the night alone the day we never met The only time you lose yourself is when you think you know That the heavy hands that hold you hostage have to let you go

The Party 4
 

Apprehension
 

Westmont
On a Saturday morning, You could pretend the world has Everything you need, and fall asleep again, And just let go. But still, you know there's a shade Of your favorite color That you might never see. You don't mean anything to me. But think how close An argument is To agreement and you'll realize It's so much harder to say it when you really mean it-- Even if you don't even know. You've got to limit yourself with your freedom Or else you'll slap your head and exclaim "Where are the words I don't know when I need them? Somewhere between my heart and my brain!" On a Saturday morning everything is Just as great As it might seem Because You can't remember Last night's Dreams And that's What I mean You're just happy when you can ignore all the Things that are bringing you down. It's a completely different town, but The same people are still around And we ran and we ran And we drove and we drove But it's good to be back in Downers Grove Because when you see that nothing's changed You'll realize it's a little strange but that's No reason to avoid your brain because It's all that keeps you company And when you see what you could be Apart from what you think you need You'll realize that what you see means that You just aren't the one for me But maybe you aren't the one in need of convincing- Maybe you're quite alright with things we said When we finally gave up mincing words and Just set our sights on telling the truth In the lazy shade of Autumn Because fall is banal But how can a person be gone but not forgotten? Either they're there, Or they're nothing at all

Autumn Sonata

This is just a warning: Life may be beautiful tonight, But in the morning it'll be ugly old and tired And you'll still be asleep with me In some old, fashioned memory Don't be so Ernest-- It's more important to be Wilde I know you're nervous, 'cause You're smoking like a furnace, and I just don't have the courtesy to tell you that You're hurting me But this is an emergency "You know, you could have told me before You let me go to boldly go nowhere more coldly" This is just an observation: It seems there's something on your mind Besides this conversation, And that's just fine with me And so we go by what we know"No, let's take it slowly" Oh, why can't you let a sweet thing die? Tell me what you have to do. "Do you really know me?" If you can't help yourself, Then how can I? I've got the patience I can wait and I can take your constant consternation, Because we're a deadly combination So with a little concentration We can avoid such confrontations and The concomitant complications Let's forget the explanations And the nagging expectations This is excommunication, not a perfect situation But it's all we have to go by now "Now, time moves too quickly." I can't afford to argue anymore, Is this going anywhere? "Where did you forget me?" Somewhere I have never been before

Epilogue
 

Coda
 
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