Routine Pleasures

by c'est dommage

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released March 18, 2014

Recorded by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden in 2013

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Track Name: Wood Pigeons
Let's just accept it's a little lie
and it hurts just a little bit, sure it hurt but you didn't mind
Let's pass it off as a petty crime
and it scares just a little bit, sure it scares but you're willing to rework the lines
Brake fate, return to the site of your family lie
You planned for the worst, it appears you were right

Let's just admit it's an awful time
and it stings just a little bit, sure it stung but you didn't mind
Let's just pretend it's a clever line
and you cared just a little bit, sure you cared but you're willing to rework the lines
Drive straight ahead to the site of your family lie
You planned for the worst, it appears you were right

Take hold, feel free to grab what they're giving you
Throw down, toss off the shame of your bastard birth
Track Name: The Transitory Nature of Modern Employment
Wait, it's not what you asked for
and hey, don't let the bastards throw their weight on you
Take their slight, don't mistake it for gratitude

Spit on your hand, good game, they earned it
With all that shit on their hands how do they keep their books so clean?

Wait, You're not what they're after
and hey, it's not so much that they could pin on you
It's not spite, just indifference to aptitude

Spit on your hand, good game, they earned it
With all that shit on their hands how do they keep their books so clean?
Sit on your hands, they can not buy your love

Don't let the bastards take your...
Track Name: From Timid to Timbuktu
Well you'd think I could finally see
What all this nonsense means
As the binding did concede the page's plea to be set free
The printed word was tied, just half alive
Like debris that lines the ocean floor

Time is contrived, a conservative lie down and let the nothingness and everything of sound replace all of our symbolic displays and admit that

"There's hardly room for me"
Is what you screamed
As we opened up the final page to let this nighttime breath
The last word caught my eye, you feigned surprise
Like you had never read this line before

Time on ours side is a contemptible lie down and let the nothingness and everything surround, replace all our symbolic displays and admit that names are vain
Track Name: This is a Transfer Point
From this hilltop the skyline is laid out for me with City Hall lit up like a Christmas tree and it is right here that I resolve to never let those little fuckers take this park away from me

From this bus seat the mass conscious is a mystery but I care not what they think of me because it is right here that I'll respond with a rude gesture for their running commentary
Track Name: Shallow Seas
Wading near the waters edge lies the fractured remains of a broken man
And the summer storms brought clues to a crooked lie, a broken line and a family of shattered lives
Well what's the worst that he could do?

We spend our lives in these shallow seas
Yeah, aware of the utter futility we press against our inheritance but our birthright is stronger than common sense

Hold to the line as you dive for a chance to deny this life
Push it aside as they plea

We spend our lives in these shallow seas
Yeah, aware of our inability to escape these common tragedies that inflict our lives with their certainty

Hold to the line as you dive for a chance to deny this life
Push them aside as they plea

The sea and the storm pull the rotted limbs from a dead man
Track Name: Oh Shit Man, I'm Totally Fucking Sorry
This right here may very well take more balls than shitting in the bathroom of the public library down at the Civic Center but not nearly as much as walking out that front entrance to buy pills from some guy in the park across the street

Oh shit man, I'm totally fucking sorry
Track Name: The Failing Pedestrian Bridge
Well, to me this feels OK
Yeah, to me this feels OK
And we're going over it, going over it anyway

Well, to me this feels just great
Yeah, to me this feels just...

If we fall it's not so bad to be on top of a freeway
'cause this is more than we actually have
If we fall it's not that bad to be on top of a freeway
'cause this is more than we actually have
And we're passing over it, passing over it anyway
Track Name: The Long Change
Straight faced, these looks are complementary with your purchase of another dying machine that we know won't serve to fix the issue, turn a single stone into the smallest of streams or save face with all those tiny creatures wrapped up tight in cages never knowing a thing about the tight lips and even tighter phrases but those open wounds left us both amputees

I'm sorry that it was so cold in that house where nothing ever grew

Straight laced, don't even twitch your finger, move the slightest muscle or make room for a brief respite from cold winds that whipped this summer, stole entire seasons, marched the fog off the beach to lay waste to all the vegetation laid out with precision but no thought for a theme or the dish we'd planned forever but have since forgotten, left to rot in the sink

But we've nearly completed this list of the things that we think that we know but all those notes lay scattered, thrown, torn, rubbed out and worn, disfigured forms in cruel storms but all the shreds pieced together fed our misformed distress

Magnets in foam restrain those photographs and fill our shelves

I'm sorry that I was so...
Track Name: Routine Pleasures
It's a long fall from the valley's edge into the river's crawl
It never made you small or uninteresting
It's a wide view from the channel's bleed into the open sea
Film would never read

But the vast expanse was not wide enough for me

It's a long drive from the mild coast into a winter's freeze
It never made you seem unsensable
It's a short walk through the empty streets into the ruined seat of our enemy

This stifling heat might be just what our pale bodies need to feel anything
Still half asleep but we just crossed the map we brought now this empty space feels full

Let's let them sleep
And we'll get the jump on the sun's oppressive heat
Track Name: Slanted Doors
Down on Valencia they've turned streets into parking lots
with the future of the upper middle class and everyone that is anything
Bringing nothing but nothing to this neighborhood
Coming down from your hilltop homes
to descend upon the bars and the boutiques
that now line these once feared streets and you call a weekend retreat
As you kick aside the little bits of filth that have been left over
You can call it quaint, call it quaint like a fixer-upper
Then pass right on by, stare lovingly at your wife
and say that it's safe to say that you feel much safer