RSDXIII

by Tm Novak

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Free sampler of demo, new, & live material compiled exclusively for Record Store Day, April 20th, 2013. Originally available in hard copy but now available here digitally for the first time.

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released April 20, 2013

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Track Name: GRAM PARSON'S SIN CITY
This old town is filled with sin
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
And Satan is waiting his turn
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits
In their green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door

Chorus:
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

A fool came around tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted in his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they ever had

Chorus

On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
Track Name: SORROW, A LITHOGRAPH BY VINCENT VAN GOGH
SORROW, LITHOGRAPH BY VINCENT VAN GOGH
T. Novak

birds of sorrow throw their wings in
augury in the sky
cinnabar below
hard as a swallow
they build a nest in your hair
a stone keep, keep boiling hands
to start the birds

Casper's meadowlarks, pangs of listlessness
hail of winter plume
the oil city midway
in azure lights
light up a darkened room
where you sleep off the joy of stale perfume
from snared birds

when i was free, tears were not from sorrow
joy was not from capture
but from release
from release (x3)
of the birds
start the birds

bare as limestone, black and white
dangling injured memory
soft on absent arms
internal and removed
you feel like somebody else
shot an arrow into the wing, spiraling down
a flock of bones

a quill of blood
a talon of ash
a birdsong

when i was free, tears were not from sorrow
joy was not from capture
but from release

when i was free, the lines were blurred like water
the water wings were lungs
ready for release
for release (repeat)

from the birds
start the birds (repeat)
Track Name: SHE SUFFERS ME
SHE SUFFERS ME
T. Novak FEB/MAR 2011

lying, loathing, stealing
the vices that have choked my heart
she is in a cold bed dreaming
i'm seeking counsel in the dark

she suffers me
she skins her own
she wears a soldiers purple heart
she suffers me
ghost and bone

I'm trying for a brand new start
because I don't want to fight alone
I'm trying for a brand new heart

this man is made of mottos and lethargy
as Cezanne's cold still life
this woman drinks life from the faucet
a naked heart flowered in the light

she suffers me
she skins her own
she wears a soldiers purple heart
she suffers me
ghost and bone

I'm trying for a brand new start
because I don't want to fight alone
I'm trying for a brand new heart

what if he's unwilling?
if he is form and she is flesh?
what if he repeats himself?
can she keep down the parts that are left?
he models himself a symbol again -
she cleans the glass & buys the wine
he can't drink the body of the offering
when he's buried inside his mind

she suffers me
she skins her own
she wears a soldiers purple heart
she suffers me
ghost and bone

I'm trying for a brand new start
because I don't want to fight alone
I'm trying for a brand new heart
cuz mine's been hurt ailing and poor
i'm trying for a brand new start and a

brand new heart
brand new heart
brand new heart
brand new heart
Track Name: WE GOT FIRES HERE
We Got Fires Here
T. Novak

Limp don't give yourself up
you have a voice that's angel harp
and we have fires here
they'll burn her thru and thru

she's a wing and trance
she's the breast that loves your hand
but we got fires here
and you have no fingerprints

don't talk of cold steel rails
all can drive, all set sail
but she leapt thru your chest
and the sheets are wet

don't ask mama don't bother the kid
don't try to write about what she did
cuz we got fires here
they'll burn her thru and thru

baby, there's no heart inside of you

i walk the pillow caves
legs and thighs and pillow stains
and i'm on wires here
these lines are softly drawn

i drink death like i drink birth
drink window, drink miniskirt
drink the fires here
and they burn right thru

baby, there's no heart inside of you

so give me lips of stone
breasts and belly of chloroform
because we have fires here
fires cook the earth

for when she rides back home
on salt air and sea foam
lit on sparks from stones
a tight flame halo

so thread this night with bones
necklace hangs on the road you're on
we got fires here
burn any trace of you