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Houdini’s Last Words

Rosabelle
Believe
From Appleton Street
In Milwaukee
To East 79th
In New York
City

I was a child flying
From a trapeze
Ehirch
The prince of air
Whirling
180
Degrees

I’m tired of fighting, Dash
I guess this thing is going to get me
You & I always knew
What we had to do to get ourselves free
And every eye could see
Whether astounded bourgeois
Or enchanted children of poverty
There are no odds that overcome mastery
Except this thing
Is going to get me

I met you
When you were sixteen
A Floral Sister
At the Sea Beach Palace
Our
Coney Island
Memories

The one & only
Theodore Hardeen
A strongman within
Broken chains
Fed my secrets to his flames
My brother introduced you
To me

Chorus.

But for the absence of magic
In the conditions of fate
This charge
I cannot evade

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Live @ The Bowery Electric: 3/24/18

Songs & Lyrics

1. Floyd Patterson

Ready to brawl
Took a standing eight count
You can’t knock me out
I won’t allow it

I know I’m wrong
To seek sweet vengeance
But its just business
My endowment

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder

On my own
After getting knocked out
You left no doubt
We’re a split decision

Posing as unknown
Fake beard and sunglasses
I’m badly beaten
But I’m not finished

Well I’ve been fighting
And I’ve been winning
And I am aiming
To be champ for the third time
I’m not your villain
Just a gentleman
You better repent
If you think something’s wrong
With me getting mine

Politics
They don’t exist
When my opponent and I
Are fitted with gloves
Baby it broke my heart
When you spoke of revolution
As if it were bigger than
Our love

Wish I knew
The right words
But fighting’s what I do
Though I had to fight
For everything I got
I never wanted to
Fight you

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder

2. Intimate Secrecy

It’s a casting call
For the bourgeois
The motivation’s alienation
Expressed demographically

Assigned a file
Investigating destiny
A subject in denial
Like we’re meant to be

Well I want to find
The right leather gloves for me
I’m going to blindfold you
So I can finally see

Concrete never sleeps
Took a loan out on my dreams
Does it turn you on?
It turns me on
Our intimate secrecy

In the meeting
The boss said we’re a team
I’m a sense-maker
On a cheap salary

I’m lucky to be here
We talk about TV
Before we burrow underground
To go to our next place to be

Well I’m in a bind
Too many promises to keep
I’m going to gag your mouth
So I can finally speak
Does it turn you on?
It turns me on
Our intimate secrecy

The price we pay
For pleasure’s
A step too steep
Does it turn me on?
It turns me on
Our secret intimacy

3. The Composer

On my winter beach
The sand turns to ash
And the permanent sea
Whispers to me
The difference between
Fate and destiny

My violent tides inside
Led me onto the 7 train line
And your silhouette against a neon sign
Advertising an unsolved crime
Investigated by time
You will be mine

Amie, can’t you see?
I’m scoring the new
Spider-Man movie
We’ll have silver sown in our backs
Gold encrusted spines
We’ll wander down Broadway
You can play my (bride)

The pop porno was loud
So I started reading your lips
We shared a margarita kiss
To prove we exist
With our mariachi hips
Dancing over the abyss

My tide was high
Before I lost my mind
After the recession
The pyramid procession
Coercing his confession
Without learning our lesson

We ran and hid
In Rockaway
You got clean
And wanted to stay
But I said you were a slave
Quit the game
I’d understand too late
Loneliness is the sister of shame

Red Carpets
Clean money
You called me
Your honey
I wanted it to work
Wanted to keep it together
I really thought that money
Had me
Feeling better

Amie, can’t you see?
I’m scoring the new
Spider-Man movie
We’ll have silver sown in our backs
Gold encrusted spines
We’ll wander down Broadway
You can play my bride

4. Emily & Bobby Lee

Well Emily
Draws a family
On the sidewalk
With chalk

She writes apologies
To her bloody knees
And wishes you knew how
To talk

Her friends had decided
On a world divided
And held close the dust
Death does stalk

Her life was evidence
Understood as common sense
Fear haunting her
Lonely school-walk

Growing, fifteen
With friends and alone
In need of love
And a stranger at home

They say

Leave it
To the
Adults
Leave it
To the
Adults

Well, Bobby Lee
Prays to a father in the army
He’s a hero they say
And deserves appreciation

They remind the son
Dad’s work is never done
Heroes have obligations
In this nation

Yeah the war was properly planned
A child couldn’t understand
Men fight to uphold
Our democratic creation

One generation protects another
Like the older protects the younger
We have rules and laws
Our declaration

Yeah this country can protect
Our young and defenseless
That was always the point
The implied message

So do you realize why
Father is away?
So you can be free
In the land of the brave

Do you see now?
You will be safe
You will be safe
Go to school, child
You’ll be safe

Just leave it
To the
Adults
Leave it
To the
Adults

5. Coney Island Moonlight

Coney Island moonlight
Steel fingertips shining bright

They face the sky from an open palm
At midnight when the boardwalk’s calm

Took the Q to Cortelyou
And you said we had to be through

Wither true & untrue
On Ocean Avenue
Our empty rendezvous
You’re someone & no one too
Upon any hour through
In a day they call new
For the survivors few
And I’m the card you drew

Lonesome and wanting to sob
Waiting on a word from God

I’m so anonymously yours
Eying you while the crowd roars

While you perform your burlesque
You & I know we’ll never have their respect

Chorus

6. Usually

This machine
Keeps talking
And your killer
Is stalking
Through the fields
Of our American dreams

My education’s
Performance art
My reflection’s
On the boulevard
In ghost initials
Etched in their margins

And when we met on the street
Your face
It snapped into tight focus

And when we danced at discreet
Our pace
Was simultaneous slow-motion

And I
Usually run x2

But not from you

So the demagogue’s
Gone wireless
And the resistance is tireless
While I feel empty
For being simply disgusted

But you’re double
At the liquor store
Keeps the landlord
From our jammed front-door
While we wait on your twenty in-progress

And when we feel our defeat
Our trace
Is like bait in the ocean

They swarm our retreat
Our space
Is their abstract notion

And I
Usually run x2

But not without you
But not without you

The bells, the bells
They’re ringing
The bells
They’re ringing
For our love
And the bells, the bells
Are ringing
The cardinals are
Signing
For our love


#22: American Affection

This is the ending of ‘Alias Intact.’ Thank you so much for listening & reading. Happy writing to you.

……………

4 AM in Colonial town
Nazi’s hit the memorial fountain
I consider my American affection
Early nineties neon
Family ice cream at Magic Mountain

Of the bibliographic constellations
In our gray illumination
Our common prayer
A repeated incantation
Our pledge of allegiance
A monotone statement

And when is our final paper due?
Deconstructing a
Three word
English term
I love you

1. I want a one-beer buzz
To feel less severe
Life was so much softer
With your whisper
In my ear

2. I want to feel young
Before this pitiful reveal
When your body
And my body
Came alive
Through feel

Its winter now
And will be next year too
Like all the lies
They sold us
Will never be true

The euphoria’s fleeting
When uploaded into a machine
We had a heartfelt investment
To teach our machine
More beautiful dreams

Conclusion


#21: Under the red, white & blue

I made the decision
To love you
In a hellfire of jet fuel
Amid the dust of two towers
Protected by military rule

I made the decision
To love you
During the battle of Antietam
In formation with a bachelor orphan
Asking me to grieve him

I made the decision
To love you
During the first desert storm
When we screwed in our gas masks
Atop the clothes our bodies
Wore

Chorus:

And so we wander together
Beyond the moon’s gaze
Beneath the tree line
Between the lamp-light
Through the park’s maze
And so with my boy hands
I gently caress your face
It’s really been decades
Since the bottom
Of that spiral staircase
And you remind me
I’m dreaming
That I will soon
Be awake
We’ve been over
Awhile
Whether it was right or
A mistake
It doesn’t matter
That

I made the decision
To love you
In the shadow of Plymouth Rock
While secretly practicing witchcraft
Which we will never stop

I made the decision
To love you
Sipping Sangaree in Yorktown
Perfect drunk and delirious
Waving my round hat around

I made the decision
To love you
After the republic was gone
Because there can never be another you
And there will always be another Babylon

Chorus

I made the decision
To love you (x2)
I made the decision (x3)
Yeah
To love you (x3)
Yeah
To love you (x3)
Yeah
Love you love you (x3)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah


#20: Intimate Secrecy

It’s a casting call
For the bourgeois
My motivation’s alienation
Expressed demographically

Assigned a file
On destiny
A subject in denial
Like we’re meant to be

Well I want to find
The right leather gloves for me
I’m going to blindfold you
So I can finally see

Concrete never sleeps
Does it turn you on?
It turns me on
Our intimate secrecy

In the meeting
The boss said we’re a team
I’m a sense-maker
On a cheap salary

I’m just lucky to be here
We talk about TV
Before we burrow underground
For our next place to be

Well I’m in a bind
Too many promises to keep
Gonna gag your mouth
So I can finally speak
Does it turn you on?
It turns me on
Our intimate secrecy

The price we pay
For pleasure’s
A step too steep
Does it turn me on?
It turns me on
Our secret intimacy


#19: The Architecture of You

Inside the neon dream
Beside the fantasy of all I’ve seen
The architecture of you eludes me
Under the purchased scene
Where propaganda plays for both teams
The catacombs of you call to me
Within the white screen
Sanctifying the machine
The mirage of you dissatisfies me

Chorus:
Hey, you’re gone
And did I know you?
Hey, time is a bomb
And if I loved you, did I show you?

Where did we go wrong?
We lived on drink and song all summer long
And bliss was ours
How was I to know?
It was the part of the show
Where the lovers aren’t allowed to know
So the audience feels power
Over characters with desires
Desires with reasons
Reasons with conditions
Conditions with consequences
Consequences with questions
Like

Hey, you’re gone
And did I know you?
Hey, time is a bomb
And if I loved you, did I show you

Stay, stay, stay
Never leave
You can’t leave me
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you


#18: Floyd Patterson

Ready to brawl
Took a standing eight count
You can’t knock me out
I won’t allow it

I know I’m wrong
To seek sweet vengeance
But its just business
My endowment

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder

On my own
After getting knocked out
You left no doubt
We’re a split decision

Posing as unknown
Fake beard and sunglasses
I’m badly beaten
But I’m not finished

Well I’ve been fighting
And I’ve been winning
And I am gunning
To be champ for the third time
I’m not your villain
Just a gentleman
You can go to hell
If you think something’s wrong
With me getting mine

Politics
They don’t exist
When my opponent and I
Are fitted with gloves
Baby it broke my heart
When you spoke of revolution
As if it were bigger than
Our love

Wish I knew
The right words
But fighting’s what I do
Though I had to fight
For everything I got
I never wanted to
Fight you

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder


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