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The Pause

by Pursesnatchers

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Lock ourselves in and lose the key Now we dream of how things used to be Touch my face, I’ll touch your face There’s something in the air between us, babe Every second of your life goes ticking by The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine Every optimist was wrong We’re living in the twilight zone Shelter in place like criminals Or rich kids drowning in their swimming pools Writing songs to pass the time Lying low was our big sacrifice Every second of your life goes ticking by The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine Birds are singing in their nests The cognitive dissonance is deafening, I guess Every optimist was wrong We’re living in the twilight zone
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I was born when she kissed me I died when she left me I lived a week while she loved me Check in the attic There’s a box there somewhere Check in the glovebox of my car Proof of concept Is all we really have to show the world Truth in the bottle Truth is overrated Truth is I wonder where you are Life is distraction I should flip the record We don’t go back the way we came Proof of concept Is all we really have to show the world We should go west The sun would bleach our bones I swear it’s better being bored than being alone
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Well it’s one thing to lean on stupidity As if you can get back where you used to be But you fear what you fear you can’t come up for air Remember I prayed for your sanity When you tried to outrun the things you couldn’t see Well don’t get your back up I’m not here to disrupt your phobias You’re not over ‘em And you got such a strange phobia Yeah you got such a strange phobia You don’t know when enough is enough Yeah you got such a strange….. phobia Conditions outside are in jeopardy I don’t know what to do with this energy Got my windows so clean I’m hallucinating I’m not trying to prey on your sympathy I can’t say what I would do differently I may act like I’m tough but you’re calling my bluff Like you’re sick of me I’m sick of me too And I got such a strange phobia Yeah I got such a strange phobia I don’t know when too much is too much Yeah I got such a strange…. phobia But it’s not such a strange phobia No it’s not such a strange phobia Coming in live from dystopia We got such a strange….
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Your mask keeps slipping I see your smile Finally space to live and nothing to hide Trying to do one thing at a time Going slow enjoying water again Came up for air, jumped right back in Feels like waiting for our lives to begin Everybody has a way to move the clock hands This year’s gonna end before it starts Drink the day away, we’re on a weird vacation I like the numbers being where they are Spinning wheels, gathering rust It’s nice being invisible but It’s hard to say what ghost runners want Everybody has a way to move the clock hands This year’s gonna end before it starts Drink the day away, we’re on a weird vacation I like the numbers being where they are
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Tell me who to believe In the morning when I’m doing the math on when to flee the scene Trading safety for speed Like a plague of locusts you’ve got numbers on your side Now it’s time to e-a-t A century etc I saw God in the trees On a Greyhound pointed south towards the corrugated sea Disassociating The trestles of the bridge were choked with kudzu vines Climbing up everything A century etc. Someone put a beach boys record on And the kitchen sang with ancient harmonies Empty all the secrets from your mind Like so many red-winged blackbirds on the wing Tell me who you believe In the morning when I’m doing the math on when to split the scene Trading safety for speed Like a plague of locusts you’ve got numbers on your side Climbing up everything Someone put a beach boys record on And the kitchen sang in four-part harmony Raccoons are descending from their nests Like so many red-winged blackbirds on the wing As old as soldiery The soldered hills where current flows Connecting all our bodies to the breeze I’ve got tears enough for both I’m not breathing down your throat again Reading rooms and cleaning magazines
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I never knew when I was five That nuclear winter would end my life Until my mom’s eyes met mine In the rearview mirror one time She told me the end was nigh The sign says maintain speed We try to maintain speed Everybody gets a chance to steer We’ll need a little luck to climb these hills The crosswinds are fierce Cicadas like a drum machine On an island where we have no right to be We’ll find a secret hiding place Like nobles waiting out a plague A drill for the end of days The sign says maintain speed We try to maintain speed Everybody gets a chance to steer We’ll need a little luck to climb these hills The crosswinds are fierce How can anyone even have kids I don’t know but I’m glad that I did My son loves the stories that pass through time My daughter sees everyone’s love inside They make art out of life The sign says maintain speed We try to maintain speed Everyone takes a turn at the wheel We’ll need a little luck climbing up these hills The crosswinds are fierce
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Radar Watch 02:08
Radar watch Lost in fog Mission drift Shed our skin Radar watch Lost in fog Mission drift Save our ship
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The Pause 04:27
I take a walk on these zombie streets I haven’t seen anyone haven’t breathed a thing Garbage bags still swarm with rats Shuffle past the rubber gloves, the surgical masks In the city that sleeps I don’t want to be scared I want all my friends to be drinking with me They’re home watching TV The pause We’re waiting for a plague to start _____ The pause was deafening Sirens screamed I held my breath as the ambulance passed Count my blessings, I guess Numbers on the radio Alcohol and cotton balls Gives me a sense of control Smell like a hospital This is really happening Fresh-turned earth in Ridgewood, Queens Here’s a witness report At least the gravediggers work Everything I need is lain down at my door I’ve never felt so alone I’m a moss-growing stone Padlocks on playground gates I don’t want to die alone On an oxygen tank The pause We’re waiting for the end to start _______ The A/C hums along with me Keeps me company Gives me air to breathe
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When I got fired I was inspired Finally some time to write my masterpiece But I can’t find the passion My browser keeps crashing I’ve been trying to get on the dole for six damn weeks Maybe I should write legal thrillers A penny a word, a penny a word My hero will always find the killer everyone gets what they deserve I’ll option the screen rights For points on the back side I’ll rent a Hollywood bungalow Corrupt politicians A young Matt Damon Hunts for the files alone I guess I should write legal thrillers Penny a word a penny a word My hero will always find the killer And justice is always served Time passes quickly The last drops of whiskey Are about to go down my throat There is no due process The system is heartless I’ve spent six damn weeks trying to get on the dole Yeah I should write legal thrillers Penny a word a penny a word The heroes will always find the killers Everyone gets what they deserve
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Mean what you say But don’t say it so mean Memory repeats Like a false harmony I’m as hopeless as one man can be Come and waltz across Brooklyn with me Nobody cares where you are when you’re dancing with me A dam broke in you Then it broke in me too There’s no unseeing the dead When they sleep in your room I’m as hopeless as one man can be Come and waltz across Brooklyn with me Nobody cares where you are when you’re dancing with me
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Melodica 02:19
I know what you want me to say Don’t know why it’s hard for me to explain I’ll be plain It takes work to make a thing last And outrun all of the ghosts of our past It goes fast Words are such slippery things I try to tell the truth Maybe it’s just better to sing That I’m inspired by you Do the crossword together in bed You read the clues I’ll hold the pen I need you when I’m blue I should be more tender with you And I will I swear I remember the night that we met Your smile — bright as lens flare Words are such slippery things I’m gonna tell the truth I’m still so happy to sing That I’m inspired by you
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Lock ourselves in and lose the key Now we dream of how things used to be Touch my face, I’ll touch your face There’s something in the air between us, babe Every second of your life goes ticking by The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine Every optimist was wrong We’re living in the twilight zone Shelter in place like criminals Or rich kids drowning in their swimming pools Writing songs to pass the time Lying low was our big sacrifice Every second of your life goes ticking by The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine Birds are singing in their nests The cognitive dissonance is deafening, I guess Every optimist was wrong We’re living in the twilight zone
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There is nothing to fear We’re in a simulation There is no light Just obfuscation There is no sea It’s an imitation There is no God And no salvation Let it be A small consolation It’s not a curse Just an observation Death is just Another occasion Tears in your eyes Are miscalculations Birds in the trees Are annotations Sunset is Minor computation No borders at all No other nations You’re a bit of code Under mutation Don’t get Lost in concentration We all were there At the creation The universe is Just one translation I’m calling from A variation There is nothing to fear We’re in a simulation Nothing to fear We’re in a simulation

about

I had another busy year of touring lined up and then I didn't. Everything was cancelled all at once. I was home and I was sick and I was anxious. Then my friend Oliver got in touch, challenging me to make one new song each week, for as long as this quarantine lasted. Seemed like a nice way to fill my nights, and it was. Things changed after George Floyd’s murder. We started getting out of the house, going to protests, defying the curfew. It was time to put a bow on this batch of songs.

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released June 17, 2020

Written/recorded/mixed/mastered etc by Doug, at home; Ridgewood, Queens; March-June, 2020.

Tape Op: Henry Marvin

Thanks to Oliver Ralli, and also to the Song Challenge Crew (Tim, Keith, Chris, Annie, Drew, Julian, Scott, Simon & Simon). Special thanks to Annie, Henry and Frankie Jane for giving me the space to make a record and also sometimes for not giving me the space.

Cover photo: Out my bedroom window, June 11, 2020

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