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1.
Go on tell em how I’m treating you Go on tell em what I’m puttin’ you through Traveling downtown walking all around in your new gowns Anyone else’d leave you straight panhandling Good fortune that I came around with my Fortunes abound, all the goods I adorn So pour a glass and drink it down Only got a million odd bottles to choose from See it all around You know it’s there The illusion of choice Go on tell em how much I allow you to say Go on tell em how much I allow you to spend Jilted lovers world round would kill to wear your kicks Guess I might’ve spoiled you rotten Or maybe you’ve just simply forgotten The world of yesterday, choices beige and gray I breathed some color into your world Now all I’m seeing is dissent unfurl Options all around It’s all you know The illusion of choice Shove it down your throat til they Can’t hear your voice Hey why you goin on and reading that stuff Isn’t what I throw on the TV enough? Wearing me down with these new found Adjectives and nouns You say your friends will feed your mind Well who will feed your heart in kind? Serving up your wildest dreams? Shaping who you are, it seems? Feel it all around So hold it close The illusion of choice Shove it down your throat til they Can’t hear your voice
2.
Clouds roll in, and clouds roll out With my glass saxophone Breathin’ in, the jazz comes out Through my glass saxophone Candy down the hillside For the buzzing ones Mothers soaked in alcohol Me? I’ll take my nectar Through my funny horn Pleased as punch to join in the sprawl Baby blue jay won’t you Take a five and Leave behind those weary demands Spend an afternoon and Roll down the green Ramblin’ jokers hand in hand Clouds roll in, and clouds roll out With my glass saxophone Breathin’ in, the jazz comes out Playin' on my glass saxophone Baby blue jay won’t you Take a five and Cast away those weary demands Spend an afternoon and Roll down the green Ramblin’ jokers hand in hand
3.
Old railway shutting down back in old world town Leaves a family man to his own Lousy sort of luck to fall Don’t wanna leave but after all, I gotta Do what’s right and head westbound To the empire til things turn around Back the old country way Couldn’t it sooth, wealth of security Reaped from the land of opportunity Oh little one, alone in your room Crying out Oh if you only knew What the man would do for you Construction shutting down here in Manhattan town Leaves a doting man to his own Thwarted birds flown into towers Both folks and state lost in the morning hours But duty bound, I’m on my feet Down even less inviting streets I guess this is how your father dies Muted by the fallen cries I told you wear another jacket One more suited for the weather Camouflage burns brightly On reactionary eyes tonight They’ve been waiting For any chance to make their uncle proud You had one job to do You great bloated buffoon Keep the man under your marbled wing Send him home fattened on your feast But now that’s blown away
4.
Harlequinade 03:01
Through pale window pane A precious and fragile light Arrangement in rows Those yearning calls and rites A bark from the next room Reminding from whence you came A path once held dear The circus that owns your name We’ve all seen the show They’re laughing at you Sign up with the guild They’ll clean him, they’ll understand And they know in kind He’s right there to lend a hand Certainly a lark to pretend They’re crying with you All my friends around the room Insist that i’m insane For chasing you All this time that’s spent inside Sustain decay release All my friends around the world Insist that i’m insane For chasing you All this time that’s spent inside To die of exposure
5.
Under summer’s nose live hundreds of days That tangle through your hair Tunnels trapping every moment’s scents Time’s vagrants in the air Sun, beam down and torch the bed where we lay Come follow me down there Grapes along a vine Aged, our passion’s wine Under summer’s brow the rains may fall Our blue yard dressed in grey Breathing in, a treasured gem, as we can Still conjure kinder days Can’t you feel the soil warming below? Xylems intertwine Insects swarm to dine Syrup catching flies Drenched and drunk inside The rapture flows Streams converge to one Before the snow bookends another year We’ll harvest wealth provided here Under the season’s falling curtain
6.
Woke up in the night with a false sense of dread It’s so lonely in here, can’t get Out of my own head So I peer through the window for that sweet validation Mother shine your moonlight in Cuz my tides need turning Went out to the restaurant Had myself a mouthful The taste wasn’t right, the servants looking awful But I’ll swallow it down with a smile for that sweet validation Beaming like a proud father’s love So simple and empty In a world as it stands Chipping away at our replica Tender and unaware we Stretch our infantile arm I’m feeling nausea all over the phone Feeling kinda seasick and alone Tossing coins into the font Raindrop down the webbing wire Hoping this one draws a grin Cuz the scene here’s feelin' dire I’m feeling like I’m losing the plot now Floral in bouquet tied in satin, fraying everywhere I’m feeling like we already wrote this one One million times before
7.
I heard you down corner of Cambridge Caterwauling ‘bout your latest tristesse Howlin’ ‘bout the girl of your dreams and how She left your sorry heart in distress But to engage with what is real Instead of what you feel Might make a man out of you, boy I don’t need to hear about the girls who brought you down I’d think twice before you smear her name all over town Why-y won’t you sing about the boys who broke your heart? In line like wartime soldiers, you won’t fall apart Still hearin’ ya cry for your mama Or maybe you might cry for your dad Maybe you should cry for your Love of the bottle instead But you say it’s not your fault And to take you with some salt Guess I’ll laugh right in your face! I don’t need to hear about the girls who brought you down I’d think twice before you smear her name all over town Why-y won’t you sing about the boys who broke your heart? In line like wartime soldiers, you won’t fall apart
8.
Wake up today And time is all I’ve got With no plan for anything A year that’s left in disgrace rears an ugly face Under the water we will Swim with him Up in the sky we fly with birds O little birds! Your monkey’s organ grinder We ever gonna find her Tone’s soon goin’ way outta tune But they scream “gotta live under one” Children of god Covered in fruit punch glue That’ll stick to everything The world’s an elegant place, laughing in our face Under the water we will Swim with him Up in the sky we fly with birds O little birds! Your monkey’s organ grinder We ever gonna find her Tone’s soon goin’ way outta tune But they scream “gotta live under one” Going to bed Under a cloud of smoke that’ll suture everything Rack up your lemons and limes, these are wild times Your monkey’s organ grinder We ever gonna find her Tone’s soon goin’ way outta tune But they scream “gotta live under one”
9.
A lessor’s skeleton on display In a plaza off a dim blue highway Remember earning your teenaged dime Under the intercoms whine Bleeding out white pale digital breath Amongst the gallery of life and death Placing objects in a paper bag Bits for a frivolous spend Who needs another Mouth pining for the past It’s creaking with age And making a racket here Who needs another man Digging rivers for his own (Who needs another man) Maybe it’s time to step aside The pain might disappear if you Mind your scabs, man I swear this love wants to learn Smarts blunted by a foolish heart But I’m slowly dripping sand down the shore At world’s end with these nameless saps Feels so good to show Myself to that imbecile Sandblast the door right off the frame Three notes should carry The tune for awhile And then you're out in the rain Who needs another Mouth pining for the past It’s creaking with age And making a racket here Who needs another Man digging rivers for his own (Who needs another man) Maybe it’s time to step aside The pain might disappear If you mind the sores Miles away from shore Landlocked and benign Dumb and feeling fine Sad reflections as I gaze upon The reservoir of our design Treatment plants pumping the waste Straight down the drinking pan
10.
Crackers and coffee An adolescent song (And then the work day begins) Haulin ass out to Where I’ll be all day long (Where the work day begins) At the end, reveal the way Offer up the spoils of our day Cool marble stairs around the garden Gather up our clovers one by one Crackers and coffee One short blade of grass (And then the work day begins) Bead of honeydew Lightning speed to pass (And then the work day begins) At the end, reveal the way (Factory whistle blows, final cock’s crow) Offer up the spoils of our day (Trinkets and doubloons bejeweled by the moon) Cool marble stairs around the garden (Deeper than the skin, glad I let you in) Gather up our clovers one by... One by one in blocks and rows Stacks of calendars all blown Over by a ghastly storm Pump exhaust out our sacred horns At the end, reveal the way (Factory whistle blows, final cock’s crow) Offer up the spoils of our day (Trinkets and doubloons bejeweled by the moon) Cool marble stairs around the garden (Deeper than the skin, glad I let you in) Gather up our clovers one by one Forever when the work day’s done
11.
There’s no mistake you came in a dream Worlds fell in line arranging the orbs Alchemist babies laugh mindlessly Over a cauldron they oughtn’t own So clearly we must be to blame While you gladly set the land aflame Another day down on the music farm Sew them seeds every day Another day thought spent reducing harm A simpleton with no agency No direction no trajectory No intention no liability Where ya comin from comin from Bubblegum bubblegum boy Got us under thumb under thumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy Always find a way to stretch it out another day Write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy The old mill town convenes to hold your hand Across the valley way Rest on his perch to survey the land Oh mighty eye so focused down the tube Knowing how you loathe distraction We leave you to your mission Where ya comin from comin from Bubblegum bubblegum boy Got us under thumb under thumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy Always find a way to stretch it out another day Write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy Another life spent underneath his charm Pay fealty every day With a throat that’s soft and chest so warm How could we have it any other way Will the paperboy ever bring the news Of a day where we’ll be rid of you Where ya comin from comin from Bubblegum bubblegum boy Got us under thumb under thumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy Always find a way to stretch it out another day Just write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy Just write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb Bubblegum bubblegum boy
12.
10 & 2 04:04
10 and 2, on the wheel Head aching from the backseat ride But a knowing one says “long since time to take a drive” Last stop here, my friend I wish you well for all your life But I’d be lying Sayin there’s room for you in mine I’ll comb these roads For a love thought lost so long But I’m good to save it for another day New senses, new words The pen bleeds well through all these times So I’ll be fine As I slide on down the rhyme Spark in the throat Or an itch to draw the scream A dumb tongue sings Crude lines detail crude dreams But I could just save this for another friend

credits

released December 18, 2020

PSB20

© 2020 Patrick S. Barry
written/recorded/engineered/mixed by patrick s. barry
@ The Ol' Factory, Ayer MA April-November 2020
EXCEPT bass, keyboards, & auxiliary percussion in “Under Summer’s Nose” recorded @ Twin Tabby Studios, Allston MA Summer 2016
AND bass, electric guitar & auxiliary percussion in “10 & 2” recorded at Twin Tabby Studios Slighty West, Marlborough MA Autumn 2017

mastered by devon wedge @ wonderfulcolour studios

all instrumentation & vocals performed/sequenced by patrick s. barry except:
gina monafo: backing vocals (various tracks)
clinton degan: guitar solos on "Song For Henryk"
jim schultz: drums on "Under Summer's Nose"& "Monkey's Organ Grinder"
bryan murphy: trumpet on "Song in C"
adam schneider: guitar solos on "Man Made Rivers"
luke gosselin: saxophone on "Bubblegum Boy"
nate nemitz: intro audio blurb on "10 & 2"

intro audio to "Illusion Of Choice" captured by brian bradford
‘organ grinder interview’ audio in “Monkey’s Organ Grinder” provided by SMU Jones Film WFAA collection

cover art by patrick s. barry
album liner art by patrick s. barry
album art photography by gina monafo and patrick s. barry

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