In America In America In America

by Julian Cartwright

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released December 31, 2014

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Track Name: Ron
Ron, I get scared just like you
when I take a look at my life
and I don’t know what to do.
Ron, I get scared just like you
when I take a look at my life
and I know it through and through.

I read books to get a taste of dream wine,
to see if anyone has found what I find.
What a waste of time.
Ah it’s such a waste of time!

Thought that an adult would have to be strong to remain living.
And I do have some feeling that a kind of strength
could be given to me for a time.
Oh Ron, I could turn on a dime.

Even though it all seems to be wrong,
I feel light on my feet, rising falling strong.
Falling and rising by a force that never rests,
which leaves me to feel skinned areas fresh.

Now when breathe, I breathe from some other breath.
And when I eat I seek life from some other breast.
And I cry some other tears when no self-sadness is left,
Ron.
Track Name: Frozen in an Oak
Now see the ballerina dressed in gold,
and frozen boys hang on the limb of an oak.
Shade their eyes and observe while spreading toast
with sauce made from a fat bird.
And take an oath
that “we will tacitly go after
what we are entitled to have and hold.”
Even if some have to get knocked off in the process,
all agree “we want this!”
and grow a little colder inside our coats.
But be careful coming down,
barks tends to scrape and poke,
make your palms bleed worse than gym ropes.
Make your palms bleed worse than gym ropes!

All on account of the ballerina dressed in gold,
frozen boys hang on the limb of an oak.
Shade their eyes and observe while spreading toast
with sauce made from a fat bird,
and take an oath.
Track Name: My Thoughts Go Out to Dick and Jane
I travel by river to avoid the parade,
keeping an eye out for the house,
the house where I once stayed,
but returning back home to find more of the same.
In order to frame the short circuit, short circuit the frame,
and, in any case, it’s the same sort of circus--
the exact same person minus the name.
The same old shapes stuck in another domain,
and all across the nation, the charade remains.
At this time my thoughts go out to Dick and Jane.

At this time my thoughts go out to Dick and Jane
for being unable to forecast cold rain,
and deliver the bullet when Spot was in pain.
After he lost that leg, he never was the same.
While all across the nation, the charade remains.
Left brain on vacation in the middle of my right brain.
But even on vacation, on vacation in my brain,
my thoughts go out to Dick and Jane!

In America, In America, In America, I’ve been
making wrong choices for myself while embroiled in a pumpkin skin.
It’s not a dream, neither was it a dream,
but it’s ridiculously real, as some may seem.
At least at it seemed to me,
my first right wrong, good bad choices
sheathed in the skin of a pumpkin,
many of these choices already having been made
within the middle of the pumpkin seed. I was saying
"Now I read the book, there’s nothing left to read.
Now that this has been said, I've got nothing to say,
so I might as well leave".
Which leads me back, right back to the refrain.
At this time my thoughts go out to Dick and Jane.
Track Name: The Moon and Queen Victoria
Underneath the moon is Queen Victoria.
And in her picture window, she sees them marching on.
She is the one with hemophilia
who weighs organization over brains or brawn.

“To all the tribes of Earth I extend an invitation.”
As for what you’re lives are worth, I’ll save my commentation.
While all her Ministers of feeble constitution
still think their enemies will get what’s coming to them.

Underneath the moon is Queen Victoria.
And in her picture window, she sees them marching on.
She is the one with hemophilia
who weighs organization over brains or brawn
or brains or brawn or brains and . . . ?

And while looking out, she must’ve had a brainstorm,
and, out of anxiety, she wrote this proclamation.
She saw an empire both primitive and war-torn.
That’s when “breathed those feelings of religious toleration.”
Track Name: So In Love
So in love.
Inch by inch,
they never lost it.
A palace of truth,
they’ll never lose it.

Pure and savory too,
his story is saving you.
You move so slow
in the fast dance.
Man, I love you.”

We were going at an easy pace.
Then I stopped and saw a lonely face.
Began again and slapped the lonely me’s.

Now we engage
the whole soul in flight.
Now we erase pain
night after night.
We’re only old
once we get there
and taste that bite.
And even then
we can be like them.
And even then
we can be like them,
so in love.
Track Name: Wrong Again
How it feels
when you break your sail in Walden.
When your Djembe breaks, all fails.
A snake’s tail grips your body.
A snake’s tail!

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Now you know how it feels to fail.
And if you feel like you’re a failure,
You’re wrong again, so don’t bail.

Wrong again, wrong again.
You don’t even know how wrong you’ve been.
Wrong again, wrong again.
You don’t even know how wrong you’ve been.

How it feels
to win the heart’s affection
cause you took the right action then,
but you lost the joy, the joy of the situation,
like a million other women and men.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Now you know how it feels to fail.
And if you feel like you’re a failure,
You’re wrong again, so don’t bail.

Wrong again, wrong again.
You don’t even know how wrong you’ve been.
Wrong again, wrong again.
You don’t even know how wrong you’ve been.

How it feels
when you break your sail in Walden.
When your Djembe breaks, all fails.
A snake’s tail grips your body.
Oh, a snake’s tail!

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Now you know how it feels to fail.
And if you feel like you’re a failure,
You’re wrong again, so don’t bail.

You're an astronaut (wrong again)
You're a teacher (wrong again)
You're a Mason (wrong again)
You're a manager (wrong again)
You're a healer (wrong again)
You're a geek (wrong again)
You're too afraid to public speak (wrong again)
You're a cheater (wrong again)
You're a liar (wrong again)
You want to light the whole building on fire. (wrong again)
You're a saint (wrong again)
You're a sinner (wrong again)
You'd rather be thirty-five pounds thinner (wrong again)
Wrong Again
Track Name: Grim Reaper's Lease
I’m not afraid of you
In fact you let me through
every night of my life.
And if you’d allow me to,
I’d like to say to you,
you should have stopped me just once
and seen me.
Showed yourself so I could see you.
We’d be enemies speaking plain in the night.
If you want my old age,
give me back the pimples on my face.
And if you want me now,
be real, don’t let me lose any sleep.
And if you were just hanging out
in the corner of my house,
let me say you’re a major creep.
You’ve got to move out
before they revoke your grim reaper’s lease,
your grim reaper’s lease.
Track Name: Balmy Globe
I decide to run and hide
and I erase my footprints all alone, all alone.
The numbers are the numbers,
and I was marking time
on a slope, on a slope.

Seven days to heal,
we’ve seven days to heal.
That's what we said a week ago.
This we promised in a rage,
a promise now made a week ago.

So we go in a balmy globe.
We go in a balmy globe.
Go down into tomorrow’s woe.
We go in a balmy globe
go in a balmy globe,
only living for a week or so.

You are standing so confused,
you can’t believe there’s nothing you can do with fingers few.
And you’d be glad to sacrifice
if you could get your point across to me, across to me.

I decide to run and hide
and I erase my footprints all alone, all alone.
The numbers are the numbers,
and I was marking time,
on a slope, on a slope.

Seven days to heal,
we’ve got seven days to heal.
That's what we said a week ago.
This we promised in a rage,
a promise now made a week ago.

So we go in a balmy globe.
We go in a balmy globe.
go down into tomorrow’s woe.
We go in a balmy globe
We go in a balmy globe,
only living for a week or so.
Track Name: More Tornadoes
I have reserved all the rest of my life for more tornadoes.
Only with my own money, never mind what you owe me.*
I don’t understand it as a story, and plan for more tornadoes.

I have reserved all the rest of my life for more tornadoes.
Only with my own money, never mind what you owe me.
I don’t understand it as a story, and carry a small payload.

I have reserved all the rest of my life for more tornadoes.
Only with my own money, never mind what you owe me.
I don’t understand it as a story, and plan for more tornadoes.

I have reserved all the rest of my life for more tornadoes.
Only with my own money, never mind what you owe me.
I don’t understand it as a story, and carry a small payload.

All I have is an attache case and a small solid-state radio.

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