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The Necromancer's Kids (2014)

The Necromancer's Kids

You Are My Twin

City Suite

Paul Revere

Pilgrimage

Ashes

Spin Me Away

Reprise

Pigeons & Doves

I Got Life


Winter Lite EP (2015)

Flies

Noble One

Everything's A Nightmare

Winter Light

Optometrist Song

The Clown


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The Necromancer's Kids (2014)

The Necromancer's Kids

JON:
Lara and myself, we were still inside
When our mother died

LARA:
Inheriting a tragedy
Now it's holding on to you and me

JON:
Married in the belly of a failing host
To the Holy Ghost

LARA:
The doctor sent a scalpel through
Now it’s holding on to me and you

BOTH:
And our father banged his ribs
When he dumped us in the crib
When his twins have gone to bed
He’ll be talking to the dead

We are the necromancer’s kids

JON:
“The secrets of the future are the fruit of the dead”
That’s what father said

LARA:
Establishing his clientele
And then we became his personnel

JON:
Demon divination by the candlelight
Just a business rite

LARA:
And pining for our mother’s shade
She’s the only spirit he forbade

BOTH:
We’re the sum of what we lack
So we decked ourselves in black
When our father goes to bed
We’ll be talking to the dead

We are the necromancer’s kids

Then our mother’s ghost assembled in the room
And with loveless grace informed us of our doom

JON:
Sister, I felt so cold, I thought I had died
Then the bastard found us, beat us alive
Oh we can never return, get in the car and drive

And take me anywhere that you want to go
We can drive real slow, let’s just leave Ohio

LARA:
Jon, you know it’s not your fault
Being born into a dead man’s vault

JON:
Mother and the father and the ghost, amen
We are orphans now, we were orphans then

LARA:
And nothing can repay that debt
You forgive but you cannot forget

JON:
And you held your head and sighed,
“What a curse to be alive, but don’t ever, ever let me die”

BOTH:
We are the necromancer’s kids
We got tired of raising the dead
So we raised each other instead

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You Are My Twin

LARA:
Tell me, Buddy, is the chairman keeping you up?
Tell me, Buddy, are the glad men kicking you in?
Well if the flood runs over the mountains up to your chin

Buddy, you are my bones
Buddy, you are my skin
When I’m with you I am home
Buddy, you are my twin

JON:
Little Lara, is a name tag weighing you down?
Little Lara, are the billboards boxing you in?
With every breath as young as you’ll be, as old as you’ve been

Lara, you are my bones
Lara, you are my skin
When I’m with you I am home
Lara, you are my twin

Bodies belted out of orbit
Something pulls us back in
When I’m with you I am home, Lara
I’ll never make it on my own, Lara

* * *

LARA:
Kind blue skies above
Stolen car below
Emancipation takes the spark
Burn smooth and slow

If the Devil grew God
To draw the Devil back in
She’d still be singing
With her mind rolled open to the world

JON:
He will not miss his home
It’s a battle cry
It’s a bitter lie blown
Through the telephone

And you were drawing figure-of-eights
He will not miss his home
How could he miss his home?

LARA:
Kind blue skies above
Stolen car below
Emancipation takes the spark
Burn smooth and slow

If the Devil grew God
To draw the Devil back in
She’d still be singing
With her mind rolled open to the world

JON:
He will not miss his home
It’s a battle cry
It’s a bitter lie blown
Through the telephone

And you were drawing figure-of-eights

LARA:
It’s an abstract portrait of fate

JON:
He shall not miss his home

* * *

JON:
Dutch Colonial Revival
You were seared into my brain
The cassette is flipping over
“I believe I’m gonna rain”

If you buy the cigarettes
Then I can do the gasoline
Oh my head is a piñata
And my heart’s a tangerine

Guess we never got happy
Guess we never bled cool
Dreading gym and going swimming
Getting picked on in the pool

Spending Sundays at the mall
And wishing comfort could be bought
Mr. Sullivan my teacher
Said, Think about your thoughts

So think of Saturday mornings
Sneaking crooked down the steps
Mining cereal for prizes
Watching TV while he slept

Until our bodies grew louder
And we taught them how to sin
Secret corners in the basement
Lara, you are my twin

Remember peeling through the ceiling
Wrapped in blankets in the black
When we flew into infinity
And never looked back

Until the day we took mushrooms
In our clearing on the rocks
Dad was human, just a stranger
True forgiveness never knocks

So listen, don’t cry, Lara
‘Cause the pain is gonna bloom
See an old man smiling
On a young man’s gloom

See a young boy clinging
To the tulips in the tomb
When I’m with you I am home, Lara
I’ll never make it on my own, Lara

LARA:
I’m so grateful that I can call you my twin

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City Suite

JON:
When morning comes
Let’s forget it’s ever dark
You hold me close
We go walking through the park

Bright dove-tipped trees
Urban arteries in bloom
Spill human seed
Wafting westward like perfume

Through the city suites
Through all the city suites

* * *

JON:
Hey hey I’m blowing away
I love you but it’s me versus different chemicals
When they go strumming my veins
I’m laughing through my teeth, I’m a beaten animal

So with my hands in my pockets and my shoes untied
I go out to kiss the creator
We’re gonna talk talk talk
‘Til the thinking slows and I know, I know, I know…

We got his funeral grin
His baggy hospital eyes
I hope you’re riding the rails
As I go scraping the skies

And cut away from the crowd
For a familiar street
Where I’m becoming the man
I said I never would be

He’s leaning out of the frame
His face is twisted and wild
His blood is punishing me
I am forever a child

Watching my shadow recede
Into the darkening hall
My body’s running away
But I remember it all

I remember it all

The city’s quivering hope
Is shining out of our spines
I had a bucket of change
And drank a bottle of wine

Fuck man it’s great to be young
And sell your hunger for bread
Sister I’ve fallen in love
With something ugly and dead

I keep a picture of you
I couldn’t tell you the year
Sneaking some cake in your cheeks
The stillness brings me to tears

What hands have cradled the void
These hooks have swatted away
Black bile scours my heart
It’s just like dad used to say

“Don’t be so sensitive kid
This life will swallow you whole”
So I adopted a shame
Called what I couldn’t control

Still, it was easier then
Before I had to survive
When I would lie in my bed
Imagine mom was alive

I would envision a night
When I’d be perfect and free
With an invisible moon
An unpredictable sea

And everybody I saw
Someone I wanted to be
And each reciprocal glance
Would be a present to me

Now there’s a time and a place
I wish I couldn’t recall
I remember it all
I remember it all

If I need what I despise
If I curse what I create
If I cannot change this feeling
Feeling is fate

If the father could not love
If the mother could not hate
Then he’s always missing something
Something tells me that

By blade, by bullet, by flood or by flight
I’m gonna ditch this body in the city tonight
Because it’s never been mine
Because it’s never been mine

I said by blade, by bullet, by flood or by flight
I’m gonna ditch this body in the city tonight
Because it’s never been mine
No, no, no, no it’s never been mine

So I said nothing at all
Except a hypocrite’s prayer
Though you carry the map
Lara darling, don’t follow me here

He was a delicate dog
What a delicate dog

He sang:
Lara and myself, we were still inside
When our mother died…

I am cut loose
I am born again

I am cut loose
But I remember it all

* * *

JON:
I am the boy with the sinkhole eyes
And the crooked legs
Tripping into the bar

I wanna do what you’re thinking
I want to pour what you’re drinking
I want to know who you are

I wanna sit at your table
I want to sit at your table
I want to sit to the side

Who am I? Could he ever be on your side?

I’ve got the face of a soldier
My mother’s dad was a soldier
He died in a major war

For my Roman nose
And my blue, blue jeans
Brown hairs that defect like friends to the floor

I wanna sit at your table
I want to sit at your table
I want to sit to the side

Who am I? Could he ever be on your side?

She’s some kind of mannequin goddess
I don’t know a word that I’m saying
But it sounds like something important
Because she’s beautiful, I guess

She’s V-I-V-I-A-N-A

She’s taken note of my shoes
I’m carving deer on the wall
She says What are you called
I tell her Jon with no H

Then she parts her lips just ever so slightly
Thumbs in my pockets

She’s making light of the time
I’m going out of my clothes
When I whisper the words
That you never should say

Did you know that my dad is the guy on TV?
Do you want to hear some poetry?

Bright dove-tipped trees
Urban arteries in bloom
Spill human seed
And I want to spill some too...

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus
Who for the joy set before him endured the cross
Put on that strawberry gloss
It’s my favorite distraction

She’s some kind of mannequin goddess
I don’t know a word that I’m saying
But it sounds like something important
Because she’s beautiful, I guess

She’s V-I-V-I-A-N-A

Here’s something new to remember
A burning letter held our bodies aloft
We were soft as doves

I had to sit at your table
I used to sit at your table
You smiled and you took me to your city suite

* * *

JON:
Now I’m in love with it all
But she remembers it all

LARA:
As he was tearing away
He hollered it was him versus different chemicals
So I had nothing to say
I chased him through the streets like a cheated criminal

So now it’s so long stranger, will I see you again
I bent down and cursed the creator
I’ll take your hindsight love
It’s the only kind that I know, I know, I know…

Spare me your lullabies
I’ll set fire to your pillows, blacken your billows
And rise from your city suite
In the guise of a pigeon, dumb with derision above

But I’ll be thinking of you
My twin, my kind
Take your time

Make all the memories you need
Be young, go blind
Take your time

I’ll be alright on my own
Yes Jon, just fine
Take your time

I’ll be alright on my own
Yes Jon, just fine
Take your time

And sing:
“Lara and myself we were still inside
When our mother died”

So our mother died!

I am cut loose
I am born again

I am cut loose
But I remember it all

I am cut loose
Singing, “Lara and myself were still inside
When our mother died”

I am cut loose

* * *

JON:
When morning comes
Let’s forget it’s ever dark
You hold me close
We go walking through the park

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Paul Revere

JON:
I am not ready for the fall
Who are you seeing? Won’t you call?
I’ve been a postman for the pay
But I’m writing a book about riding away

I was a captive of your charms
Of raw amber mornings in your arms
Oh how you shivered! How you swooned!
Now I dole out your mail in the late afternoons

But when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah now I ride around like a spent cavalier, Paul Revere
But when I was the man with the news, where were you?

So I keep to my route
And I tally the leaves
Blowing dry down the street

You told me I would never change, love
Not so, not so
I’m hollowed out and in decay, love
Come home, come home

I’ll be delivered in the dark
Stripped of my splintered, sallow bark
Nothing to blacken or exalt
I can’t blame you for leaving, it’s nobody’s fault
So just take my collapse with a pillar of salt

But when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah now I ride around like a spent cavalier, Paul Revere
But when I was the man with the news, where were you?

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Pilgrimage

LARA:
The woman with the painted eyebrow stare
With crimson rubber lips and copper hair
Clings to her cart down on Pilgrimage Row

And soon she’ll roll it where the numbers end
She’ll fill it up and roll it back again
Judy or Bridget or

Joan trudges home from her morning retreat
She’s got nothing to speak of and no one to meet
But it’s not like she made any promises
It’s not like she’s ever had happiness

Real happiness

And passing through a couple’s parting hands
Her memories dance upon their wedding bands
Making it hard to go easy, I know

Remember when he used to call on you
And taught you all the things that lovers do
Back and forth, back and forth

Pinning you down with his capital eyes
As he lapped like a beast at the source of your thighs
Well it’s not like you made any promises
It’s not like you ever had happiness

Real happiness

And his words are like dollars
What’s backing them

If I could leave this city
No lights, no talk, no pity

Just another month
Another year at least
Another pilgrimage

Joan, I know that you’re the same as me
We’re haunted by the same epiphany
Love is the only thing worth this decay

But nothing changes after twenty-two
Except the way that people look at you
When did I ever get

Old in whose eyes? In whose eyes? In whose eyes?
I will now count the faces that fed me to time
Well it’s not like we made any promises
It’s not like I’ll ever have happiness

Real happiness
Oh, what’s happiness?

And his words are like dollars
What’s backing them

If happiness was just a pilgrimage

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Ashes

JON:
Today I met a lawyer
Young but ready to retire
Trashed and tripping through the avenue
With eyes of sunken lead

He was choking on the past
And he was asking for a fire
So I lit his trembling cigarette
And this is what he said

Let the ashes speckle my workclothes
At last the day is done

When it started shit was golden
There was promise there was purpose
But the people disappoint you
You disappoint yourself

And the frames of my existence
Once were vivid with desire
But the sequence soon eluded me
And emptied me of want

Let the ashes speckle my workclothes
At last the day is done

And I dreamt I saw the mushroom
Looming heavy in the skyline
And I watched it rumble and flicker and run
Until the scene went black

And the only thought that soothed me
In the Technicolor rubble was
If we could start this over again
We’d fuck it all up twice

Let the ashes speckle my workclothes
At last the day is done

Let the ashes speckle Armani
Let the ashes speckle Versace
Let the ashes speckle my body

At last the day is done
At last the day has come

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Spin Me Away

LARA:
Take your time, take your time
Lay me out and thread it through me
My lips have gone cold; you’re alright

Here’s to chance, here’s to choice
To the chaos in the cupboard
As the trains rattle by in the night

Spin me away
Apple seed is pigeon feed
Just spin me away

Wind me up, reel me in
Wrap me tight around the spindle
Hear me whine, watch me twirl, let me go

You return, you retreat
Ceaseless coming, endless going
It’s the cheapest sensation I know

Spin me away
Apple seed is pigeon feed
Just spin me away

* * *

LARA:
Momma loves her baby
Don’t you know it’s true
And daddy loves his baby
Just as much as a man can do

As much as a man can do
You know he’d do it to you

You’re measured out in minutes
When the thread is spun
Just keep your head down
And don’t look up to no one

Mister am I gonna get paid today
Need a dollar got a daughter on the way

She won’t know the worst of it
She’ll never know
Daddy’s fled from momma’s bed
She’ll never know

Mister am I gonna get paid today
Need a dollar got a daughter on the way
Mister am I gonna get paid today
Can’t work another fourteen hour day

Can’t work another fourteen hour day, no way
Need a dollar got a daughter on the way
Mister am I gonna get paid today
Need a dollar got a daughter on the way

* * *

LARA:
Brittle words, crippled birds
Making promises like pigeons
When there’s only one vow we can keep

Idly I made one too
Never dreamt I’d have to break it
With the shears to my heart
We were pinned from the start
So I’ll spare her and snip her away

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Reprise

(Instrumental)

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Pigeons & Doves

JON:
Who wants a waltz about pigeons and doves
Pyramid builders and pockets of mud
And the blood it goes slow, it goes slow
Through a mind full of bitterness

Muscling for meaning in top-heavy piles
I was cruel as the fuel in the engines of style
While the bones, they grew tight, they grew tall
‘Round a mind full of bitterness

My mind’s in a bit of a bind
Lara goes out in the rain
And plays like a bird in a bitter wind

One, two, now you’re out of the blue
Lara don’t rattle my chains
It’s a curse and it kills to consider it

And you know it’s just down, it’s just smoke
Blowing ‘round in a bitter wind
And the kids don’t get tickled or choked
If you ever get out

My mind’s in a bit of a bind
Lara goes out in the rain
And plays like a bird in a bitter wind

One, two, now you’re out of the blue
Lara don’t rattle my chains
It’s a curse and it kills to consider it

No Name, taken out of the game
Drools in our Gemini heart
She’s a part and we’ll never be rid of it

Cold chrome under feathers and foam
Tendrils reach out from the moon
It’s a curse and it kills to consider it

* * *

JON:
I watched my father on storefront TVs
Asking me what I was trying to be
“Carve out a niche or collect in the ditch
‘Cause it’s nothing but ego and madness between”

I looked up to the towers, majestic and mean
Felt my sister collapse in the absence beneath
Thought of my momma and then Viviana
And gave her the words I was needing for me

Life has no love for you
Yeah, well I do, I do
Time has no plans for you
Yeah, well I do, I do

I can’t see anything
I hear the birds sing, a few
I won’t say anything
No more sad songs for you

Oh love
Pigeons and doves are not the same bird

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I Got Life

JON:
So this is how it ends
My mother’s black curse
The harvest for a seed
In the hardboiled earth

Are you aching like me
Never know where you belong
It’s a trivial swim
It’s a serious song

Brisk breezes chill you to the bone
Howling sirens call you home
That’s a place I’ve never been to

There’s so much I can’t contain
Ancient currents in my veins
And that’s what I’m going to give you

I’ve got life
Let me give it to you

I put my sister in the ground
Tucked her in and let her down
Who’s to care if I continue?

All the kin I’ll never meet
Fleeting strangers in repeat
And that’s what I’m going to give you

I’ve got life
Let me give it to you

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Winter Lite EP (2014)

Flies

There’s flies on the inside tryin’ to get out
There’s flies on the outside tryin’ to get in
And if you took one good look outside your skin
You would see all the flies buzzin’ within

There’s flies on the outside tryin’ to get in
There’s flies on the inside tryin’ to get out
And if you took one good look inside your mouth
You would see all the flies buzzin’ without

Everybody’s got a little tick
And you’re no different

There’s flies on the inside tryin’ to get out
There’s flies on the outside tryin’ to get in
And if you took one good look outside your skin
You would see all the flies buzzin’ within

There’s flies on the outside tryin’ to get in
There’s flies on the inside tryin’ to get out
And if you took one good look inside your mouth
You would see all the flies buzzin’ without

You wrote a little letter and you sent it to yourself
And away it flew

You wrote a little letter and you sent it to yourself
And it came right back to you

It said everything you do, everything you do
Everything you do, seal the cracks
But they’re gonna come through

It never ends
She wrote this down

Just stick ‘em with your thumb, stick ‘em with your thumb
Stick ‘em with your thumb, blot ‘em out
But you’ll never be through

It never ends
She wrote this down to forget it again

A floater in my eye, floater in my eye
Floater in my eye, rub it out
But it’s always in view

It never ends
She wrote this down

‘Cause you are the light, you are the light, you are
Feedin' flies, breedin' shadows
‘Til the second you’re through

It never ends
She wrote this down to forget it again

But then everything you do, everything you do
Everything returns, here’s a letter
And a sender and

You came undone

It never ends
She wrote this down to forget it again

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Noble One

She said, “Brooklyn’s too damn cold
It gets hard to warm one’s ears”

I said, “Well, I’ve never been”
She said, “Well, you’ve never been”

So we went down to the place
Where we’re used to feeling good

Did you hear about that actor?
Twenty-eight and in the papers
It was news, it was news

As I took my evening smoke
I stood and stared into your room
Were you home? were you home?

Did you hear about that actor?
Twenty-eight and in the papers
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t you

Let’s fall in love and get married
Oh, you got something
You could be the only one

Let’s fall in love and get married
Oh, my Aunt Polly
Always was a noble one

Let’s fall in love and get married
Oh, you’re so young and
Life is so short and
Oh, you’re a noble one

She said, “Brooklyn’s too damn cold
It gets hard to warm one’s ears”

I said, “Well, I’ve never been”
I lied and said I’ve never been

And you smiled like a mourner
With the crow’s feet in the corners
Of your blues, of your blues

When you heard about that actor
Twenty-eight and in the papers
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t you
It was news but it wasn’t you

Let’s fall in love and get married
Oh, you got something
You could be the only one

Let’s fall in love and get married
Oh, my Aunt Polly
Always was a noble one

Let’s fall in love and get married
Oh, you’re so young and
Life is so short and
Oh, you’re a noble one

Won’t you smile for me
Shake those crow’s feet

And let me take you to the place
Where we’re used to feeling good

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Everything's A Nightmare

So we ride
Into the mouth
Of the green-eyed monster
With the slick black tongue

From the drones
And decoy trees
Burning searchlights through the
Temples of the young

And in the shoulder is the throne
Of a mighty buck
That kissed the traffic cone fangs
Of a service truck

Nothing is alive here
Nothing is alive here

Everything's a nightmare now

Oh the eggs
Were glowing bright
Incubating in the
Firmamental tar

When a voice
Behind my head
Half awoke me in the
Backseat of the car

Oh I was building to a scream
I tried to turn around
But I couldn't move a muscle
Couldn't make a sound

She could not have been there
She could not have been there

Everything's a nightmare

Lara just tell me everything is gonna be alright
Tell me everything is gonna be alright
Tell me everything is gonna be alright
Because everything's a nightmare

Artificial trees are taking all of the light
Tell me everything is gonna be alright
Tell me everything is gonna be alright
Tell me lies tell me lies tell me lies tell me lies

Til at last
We felt relief
When the eggs were smothered
In a sheet of smog

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Winter Light

(Instrumental)

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Optometrist Song

Oh it was dark in the den, fingers were flickin’ some ash
You were smilin’ you were shakin’ in two
And you shook with a gentleman that you had just met
But you told me he was someone you knew

Well who am I to scrutinize what friends of the family do

So began my fatal tryst
With the ochre-eyed optometrist
He’ll give you want if you’ve a need for it
He’s the ochre-eyed optometrist

He needed more than you had
So you gave him more than you thought you did
You sacked your soul and you raked your wrists
For the ochre-eyed optometrist

Gotta get out and get on the road

He heads me off at the pass
Just like a snake in the grass
And he tells me ‘bout the trouble you caused

He says, “Your friend’s got a wound
And he don’t know what to do
‘Cause it ain’t the kind you wrap up with gauze”

So began my fatal tryst
With the ochre-eyed optometrist
He’ll give you want if you’ve a need for it
He’s the ochre-eyed optometrist

He needed more than you had
So you gave him more than you thought you did
You sacked your soul and you raked your wrists
For the ochre-eyed optometrist

Gotta get out and get on the road

When you’re down you get high
When you’re high you get down
When you’re down you get high

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The Clown

Once when I was five years old
They volunteered me at the magic show
The clown made quarters tumble out of my ears
I felt like cryin’ but the audience cheered

Now there’s nothing I would rather do
Than get you in a pair of big red shoes
Paint cheap tears on your made-up face
Won’t you step right up, come and see my place

You should never bend a bough that you wouldn’t break
You should never lay a trap that you couldn’t escape
I’m gonna leave you tomorrow, can I love you today
Why’d you fall in love with the clown anyway

Don’t go
I will hang up this old act someday, you know

Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my substance hid
You drag it to the surface like a drowning child
It dives back down with a deadbolt smile

Oh, discount doctor, solve me please
This baited affection has me ill at ease
If the will won’t act, I’ll miss my cue
She wrote me a prescription and referred me to you

You should never kiss a mouth that you wouldn’t feed
You should never claim a victory you couldn’t concede
I’m gonna hurt you tomorrow, can I hold you today
Why’d you fall in love with the clown anyway

Don’t go
I will hang up this old act someday, you know

I will hang up this old act
But not until you get the punchline

There you go

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