Demolition

by Jane Brooks

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released March 21, 2015

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Jane Brooks Seattle, Washington

I'm new to music. The ukulele is my midlife crisis. I like things simple, plain, sloppy, except of course when I don't. I miss the friends I don't get to see anymore. Sometimes these songs are for them.

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Track Name: Spiders
SPIDERS

This is not what I expected,
your warm eyes taking in what looks like beauty to you,
still, your hand cups my chin like a bird, like a simple little word
you whisper softly, like it doesn't hurt at all

But don't you see the storm?
But don't you see the storm?

I'm a raging nightmare of a person
A gallery of curtains hiding unforgiving knives
I'm a churning ocean full of wreckage
I know I can't protect you from my cyclone of my life

I am not what you expected,
Someone sweet taking time to learn the language of your body
Someone easy, somene cool to the touch, like the back side of the pillow
On your wrist, like a glass of lemonade

Can't you feel the fire?
Can't you feel the fire?

You're a man of consequence and honor,
You pride yourself on kindness but I think that you're naive.
I’m a bag of agitated spiders.
I'm kerosene and lighters and signs that you should leave.

I don't know what to do with patience.
When you lie there tracing fingers on the landscape of my fear
Waiting quietly until I catch my breath, kissing soft behind my ears
Until my skin reveals a roll of old barbed wire

Unfolding in your arms
Unfolding in your arms

I'm a raging nightmare of a person
A gallery of curtains hiding murderers and thieves
I’m a bag of agitated spiders.
I'm kerosene and lighters and I think that you should leave.
Track Name: Bathrobe
Your blue eyes blink in morse code
You wait for me to get it.
Time falls off our faces
and something wet comes with it
That place in here that smelled like us
the wrinkled sheets, the dinner mess
and why am I still standing here
pretending you’re not gone?

Ain’t it funny how leaving
tastes just like grieving
bargaining and rages
and all the world’s a stage
Denial stomps its muddy toes,
a hollow, whispered tragic no
I left my bathrobe on your bedroom floor
just like it belonged.

I never see it coming
The sucker punch that’s waiting
The pie thrown at my open eyes
And what the fuck is up with pies?
No matter how I want it to
it ends without me kissing you
and here I am, still staring up
the barrel of the gun.

Ain’t it funny how leaving
tastes just like grieving
bargaining and rages
and all the world’s a stage
Sex with strangers,
blue eyed soul,
a hollow, whispered tragic no
I left my bathrobe on your bedroom floor
just like it belonged.

Closing your back door I’ll note
once more the sweetness of your head
This curve of sadness following
the way your hip sinks in the bed
The absence of your whispered voice
your fingers on my eager face
and knowing that your breath won’t fill
the space between my own.


Ain’t it funny how leaving
tastes just like grieving
bargaining and rages
and all the world’s a stage
Sex with strangers,
ice ream bowls
a hollow, whispered tragi no
I left my heartbeat on your bedroom floor
just like it belonged.
Track Name: Subtleties and Salt
LYRICS

Look at you, waiting,
Feet up, smoking,
Curling your lip to one side.
How many seconds
Until everything falls away
And I'm lost in the story of your eyes?

The cocktail we drink is all
Subtleties and salt,
Carelessly tossed away
Inside jokes and single malt,
And I wouldn't trade a drop of it
for money or love.
Just meet me in that little place
We claimed as our own.

Whisper one word
And I'll I laugh til I overflow
and melt like the ice in your glass.
Old grief and nuances
And pieces of secrets
Scatter themselves in the place where we land.

The cocktail we drink is all
Subtleties and salt,
Carelessly tossed away
Inside jokes and single malt,
And I wouldn't trade a drop of it
for money or love.
Just meet me in that little place
We claimed as our own.

Forgive me if that dangerous
Word tries to make its
Escape from my overfull mouth.
Just give it its own little
Space in the corner
To sleep while its delicate dreams are played out.

The cocktail we drink is all
Subtleties and salt,
Carelessly tossed away
Inside jokes and single malt,
And I wouldn't trade a drop of it
for money or love.
Just kiss me in that little place
You claimed as your own.
Track Name: Goodbye Concord
Instrumental.
Track Name: Kon Tiki
KON TIKI

Look out across the deep
The sharks ply their mysterious seduction
Lash me to the rig
With the corners of your beard and whisper secrets of the
ages, laced with sly allusions to the things we have to do
to keep us warm and take us home.

We will ride the Humboldt Current
To the place where we will fight
Our evil overlords and save ourselves from harm.

Things fall apart.
The center will not hold.
Diffuse among the stars
We kiss against the cold.

He stumbles on the shore
The ocean made of traffic and confusion
Take his arm and lead
To the other side and slip your careful secrets in his
Pocket, tenuously linked to all the things we’ll have to do
To make him warm and take him home.

Where he will ride the Humboldt Current
To the place where he can fight
HIs fascist overlords and save himself from harm.

Things fall apart
The center will not hold
Diffuse among the stars
We kiss against the cold

Look out across the deep
The stars ply their mysterious seduction
Lash me to the rig
With gravity and galaxies and show me where the
Gaps are, guided by the private things we share to keep us nimble,
keep us warm, take us home

Where we will ride the Humboldt Current
To the place where we will fight
Our robot overlords and save the world from harm.

Things fall apart.
The center will not hold.
Diffuse among the stars,
We kiss against the cold.
Track Name: Spiders (demo version)
This is not what I expected,
your warm eyes taking in what looks like beauty to you,
still, your hand cups my chin like a bird, like a simple little word
you whisper softly, like it doesn't hurt at all

But don't you see the storm?
But don't you see the storm?

I'm a raging nightmare of a person
A gallery of curtains hiding unforgiving knives
I'm a churning ocean full of wreckage
I know I can't protect you from my barracuda life

I am not what you expected,
Someone sweet taking time to learn the language of your body
Someone easy, someone cool to the touch, like the back side of the pillow
On your wrist, like a glass of lemonade

Can't you feel the fire?
Can't you feel the fire?

You're a man of arrogance and honor,
You pride yourself on kindness but I think that you're naive.
I’m a bag of agitated spiders.
I'm kerosene and lighters and signs that you should leave.

I don't know what to do with patience.
When you lie there tracing fingers on the landscape of my fear
Waiting quietly until I catch my breath, kissing soft behind my ears
Until my skin reveals a roll of old barbed wire

Unfolding in your arms
Unfolding in your arms

I'm a raging nightmare of a person
A gallery of curtains hiding murderers and thieves
I’m a bag of agitated spiders.
I'm kerosene and lighters and I think that you should leave.