1. |
||||
Cast off Elberon sea, rising in front of me
Who believes in what they see?
When we were walking then, in the dimensions ten
Subsurface friction, causation crumbling
Exiles in the past, out of place, alone at last
And then I see a face, she is a strange girl, anyway
Just a Mun with hidden plan
To leave a mark, on the everyman
Hope, from “Thirtysomething”
And hope, from twenty-nothing
And then I see her face, she is a strange girl anyway, anyway
The whole world, constantly, changing… in front of me
I do not envy those who have more than me
|
||||
2. |
Take a few steps back
02:29
|
|||
Every time I start to feel better
I call upon another letter, to feel the sting
On my bike, and in the city I look around but never pity
The simple scene inside my song
Can we go back? Take a few steps back?
Can we go back? Take a few steps back…
Every time I see the vagrant he screams or whispers, always impatient:
‘We’re going back to New York City!” I hope we still know someone there.
I hate the sight of all the ashes that collect in pools
And in my eyelashes
I think of how I used to live
How did I used to live?
Can we go back? Take a few steps back?
Can we go back? Take a few steps back.
I could ride my bike backwards all day
Never get any closer to yesterday
I hate the sight of all the ashes that collect in pools
And in my eyelashes
I think of how I used to be
How did I used to be?
|
||||
3. |
Supply & demand
03:57
|
|||
They say that life is just an illusion
But what is the world if not someone’s confusion?
Dip my mouth in the water to take a taste
I get the feeling we’re swimming in our own waste
I’m not wasted all off the time
But when I am it seems to be a crime
I’m not young enough to cry about it
Been locked up too much to be shy about it
There are people that I can’t stand
There are nights when I’m in command
I’m in supply but I’m not in demand
I’m in supply but I’m not in demand
Every night I go to bed with hope
Each morning wake in despair, like I’ve been hitting the ropes
I’m a chronic day sleeper and I just don’t care
It takes a while to get me from here to there
Long day’s journey into the night
Sometimes I feel, as if I never might
There are people that I can’t stand
There are nights when I’m in command
I’m in supply but I’m not in demand
I’m in supply but I’m not in demand
I’m in supply but I’m not in demand
I’ve got ten cents in my pocket and I smoke too much
But I traded the Monte Carlo, I’m driving a clutch
I’m gonna speed real fast to that slow state line
I’m looking for a place, but the destination is a time
Because there’s a woman that I once knew
In her pictures she reminds me of you
Once more I’d like to take her hand
She’s not in supply but she is in demand
She’s not in supply but she is in demand
She’s not in supply but she is in demand
|
||||
4. |
The telephone rings
01:10
|
|||
Hello, are you there?
|
||||
5. |
Conover Beacon
04:51
|
|||
Exorcist, bets are fixed, priest in new Lexus
Astronomy, astrology, genealogy
Approaching ships have learned to see the light
Of our old beacon, called to reach the solid ground
Kabbalist, peaks in mist, communist
Deliver me, chivalry, sibling rivalry
Approaching ships have learned to see the light
Of our old beacon, called to reach the solid ground
Cabalist, bets are mixed, priest in old Lexus
Astronomy, astrology, genealogy
Deliver me, chivalry, sibling rivalry
(Hello? Are you there? Are you listening?
From Indian trail, to electric rail
I fixed the skiffs and I sent them out to sail
In the hills above the green light cemetery sat the Navesink Beacon
And on the shores of Leonardo beach there was the Conover Beacon
I lived in a small house on Viola avenue
And I had a whole yard full or rhubarb
And it went on forever…
And my cat, he could eat a whole watermelon)
Approaching ships have learned to see the light
Of our old beacon, called to reach the solid ground
The solid ground
Hang your hat upon the other side of my heart, baby
Go to reach the solid ground
The solid ground
|
||||
6. |
Fly into the mystery
03:13
|
|||
Because it’s two o’clock in Chicago, and Tuman’s has just locked up
It’s so good to see stars, I thought we lost them
Fly into the mystery
And take the El to Diversey
Fly into the mystery
Fly into the mystery
Because it’s eight o’clock in the warehouse
And the boyfriend has lost his girlfriend
He wanted her so hard, she went to New York
And it was terrible
So I say Fly into the mystery
And follow Steve Monks wherever he be
Fly into the mystery
Fly into the mystery
So I say Fly into the mystery
And take the El to Diversey
Fly into the mystery
Fly into the mystery
Because it’s two o’clock in Red Bank, and Dublin House has just locked up
It’s so good to see stars, I thought we lost them
|
||||
7. |
Headache
04:56
|
|||
As I will give, so I will get
I was cruel because of a weakness
Weak because of this cruelty
Worse than this, was my inability
Worse than this, was how hard I tried
Worse than this was the headache behind my eyes
For good or for ill, I must follow my will
“Not that anything I’d done would come back to haunt me”
This is the thought that keeps me unfree
And afraid to be
Worse than this,
Worse than this,
Worse than this was the headache behind my eyes
A lesson in speech, a lesson in people
I reach for what I want, what I know I could have
I only wanted beauty unbroken and true
I only wanted truth
But that is seldom beautiful
Beautiful
|
||||
8. |
Let go of tomorrow
02:23
|
|||
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Let go of tomorrow
I’ve got to see that everything will be just fine
Put down that stele and just reveal
whats in your mind
Let go of tomorrow
forget to swim, and you will learn how to drown
To reach the air, just push your hand
Through the ground
Let go of tomorrow, let go of tomorrow
Close your weary eyes, soon its gonna be here
Let go of tomorrow, let go of tomorrow
“Ready or not, tomorrow’s gonna be here"
|
||||
9. |
Girl who would say yes
03:14
|
|||
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the girl who would say yes
She wouldn’t have to be no Molly Bloom but I confess
She would have to stay up late, sometimes all night
And when we finally wake, always in fright
I’ve been thinking a lot about the education that got away
I found something in a book but then I had to look away
Away from denial, betrayal and greed
Away from the rotting fruit of a fresh need
I’ve been thinking a lot about the treats under my nose
Reveal themselves in a dream, and the pleasure takes you home
Not home as in a place, but home as in a feeling
Amongst all the cutout pictures stapled to the ceiling
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the girl who would say yes
I laugh sometimes late at night just to find her in my nest
She said yes to my past and to my future
And yes to who I am now
No need to confuse her
|
||||
10. |
Rathskellar
02:58
|
|||
In every nightmare home, a dream ache
|
||||
11. |
It'll take a long time
05:44
|
Evening Pines Hillsborough, North Carolina
Evening Pines is the ongoing music project of Paul Finn which started in 1995 in NJ and has since moved through Chicago, NJ
again, Chapel Hill, Austin, and Chapel Hill again. Paul has played with and in some cases still plays with Horshack 77, Premperd, Movere Workshop,
The Buz-Buzzers, Shallow be thy Name, The Kingsbury Manx, Spider Bags and Open Field.
Thank you Jimmy Webb.
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Evening Pines, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp