The Cobbler

by Sitting Next to Brian

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Trinidadian traffic jam, tears under dome light Submarine, sonar sound, hollow ring, droning box kite Flying high, flying low, under ¾ moonlight Ocean, you owe me. Over that mountain peak, there is just more confusion I was fooled into thinking I’m immune to delusion I’ll believe anyone who confirms this illusion So I’ll stay where I’m loved A third hand source once told me “Beware of relevancy” So a third place horse is what I’ll be And I’ll be spared any whips From the salt of the earth comes the next free world leader Sprouted from briar patch and it nearly did bleed her And some crows stole her clothes but untangled and freed her And now her empire feeds her We’re seated by our middle names The ones with two must give one away I slam the door shut and I say “Ellis climbed the trellis!”
A wink, a nod to city crowds The future was the never now When welcome mats were read aloud and we’re Bypassing Beautiful Beginnings They lionize, then nullify Grow suspect of your eagle eye Grow wary of your weary sighs, and we’re.... An alchemist, a brilliant hang A pricey cut with bargain bangs Won’t find approval from our gangs and we’re.... We’ll walk 10 feet above the ground Through August heat, we’ll soldier on Relationships wash up at dawn and we’re.... So 6 am has come and gone The promised storm, mocked by the sun We shared a smile, we’re out of style and we’re... Come inside and stay awhile.... And so it ends, we stirred the pot We eyed the bait, but only caught An enigmatic parting shot, and we’re... A wink, a nod to city crowds The future was the never now When welcome mats were read aloud and we’re bypassing beautiful beginnings
Laughing, and I’m feeling so lucky But I worry almost every single day Oh, why am I thinking all the years away? Dancing, look beyond the kitchen curtain See that nothing’s shackling my feet No reason I can’t go dancing in the street At night time, the butterflies sleep inside of me Hold the cage door open, but they don’t want to be freed It takes time for significance to take root No one’s really where they ought to be A clay bust, a mugshot, a picture on TV Come morning, I wonder if I’ll find the thread That makes the day make sense, that gets me out of bed Starlight, look at all the stars within us Sounding like a million singing suns Sing a song about the person I never could become
We go just like bread and butter So I won’t leave you all alone You cast your net across a frozen pond You didn’t know that I’d come slipping along Lost my balance, had no sense of time Until you pressed your mittened hand into mine You wouldn’t leave me all alone... Never been in this cabin before A copper vase hangs above the front door You served me right, I was so shaken up Justice over crushed ice poured from cauldron to cup You wouldn’t leave me all alone... Honey! Honey!...
string the lights across the laundry line play the favorite number nine meteor submarines will fly starry antlers across my thigh the sky’s a ribbon and you’re a mess bottle caps on the party dress as the fireflies light the field the siren-secrets are revealed the geese are flying north and south like the words then from my mouth and like the summer days all i see sets to golden blaze hoof prints in the sandy bank at the road’s edge where we sank there are a million of us here fey eyes glinting the secret shared
Today I saw storm clouds--I thought I should maybe make my will But you closed the windows and sat next to me I thought of some questions--I thought maybeI could break your will But you looked in my eyes and reminded me That the worst was all behind me Pick up the scene from when the rain stopped Pick out your favorite line Pick up the wet things and hang them all up Pick up a stitch in time I never could see any other way I never could see any other way I’ve made an art of coming apart You put me together today My sun shone too brightly--I was scared that you’d just get burned But you took the rays and shone them back at me An air of finality--if from you I had fled My life would be something I need never have led You said forget it and just come to bed Pick up the scene from when we wake up Pick up a guitar and sing Pick out your best clothes and get all dressed up See what the day will bring I never could see any other way
Turn Turtle 03:46
They shared a dream, so they slumbered all summer Planned to return, having cashed in their Karma Where’d they go, Nobody knows They left the keys and a note on the table Followed a stream somewhere near Coral Gables Why’d they go, Nobody knows Hollywood, Hollywood Wouldn’t Understand them, wouldn’t understand them Hollywood, Hollywood Wouldn’t understand them, wouldn’t understand them No they wouldn’t. No they wouldn’t. He caught the fish, and he waved it to Mother Dog on the leash, on the loose--too much bother Where’d he go, nobody knows As tall as the trees were, they still could see daylight Got so much done, but so little of it done right Why’d they go, nobody knows Hollywood.......... Wouldn’t understand.......... They looked out to see, but stayed put in the harbor What did they sail to Marina Del Mar for? Nobody knows.
Branches sprout doubts and clues come from clouds No one dare say what they’re thinking out loud No meetings held, no rioting crowds What you refuse to believe can remain in a shroud We raised a family, and they raised one too We’d meet up on weekends for something to do Then comes the work week, the kids off to school So no one was home when it all came unglued They cut the wrong tree, they cut the wrong tree And now there’s nothing left for me They cut the wrong tree, they cut the wrong tree And where’s my family, where’s my family? A friend comes around, I ask, “what did you see?” He said “no one saw through them, before they sawed through the trees We sent out a call for some hornets and bees.. Why don’t you come stay at our place for a night or two or three?” They cut the wrong tree, they cut the wrong tree And now there’s nothing left for me They cut the wrong tree, they cut the wrong tree And where’s my family, where’s my family? There’s so much anguish, I need to let go I’ve got so much sadness, I’ll never let show Maybe I’ll sit and seethe in the snow Maybe I’ll cry when I see the moon’s glow
up in the hot air balloon you said it was too soon so we landed outside the living room you started howling at the moon you’ve gotta know that things are dire sitting under the mushroom dryer liar liar head’s on fire you said i’m tired of the routine give me something new to see give me something i’ll believe if it means lying through all of your teeth i am trying new jokes treating you to french fries and coke we’ll stay in tonight since we’re broke you said i’m tired.... take off your helmet, shake out your hair hold hands while the sunset flares it’s so cinematic, but we don’t care
An opportunity fell in my lap-I brushed it off The perfect turn of phrase slid down my throat--I tried to cough Tried to escape it, I couldn’t walk Tried to explain it, I couldn’t talk Said I was late, but I couldn’t find a clock Just static and traffic and the doors all locked Who threw the dice for me while I stood by--with fingers crossed? Who said who my friends would be, and who would comfort me--when I was lost? Who invited me to this space? Whose party is this? Where is this place? The key information is classified As to why I’m walking home glassy eyed I spent my verbal income--a million per annum The dividends, they say, will serve me fine Then I feel a stab in the back, I hear a pop and a crack The heartbeat stops, but the drumbeat is still mine I spent my verbal income--a million per annum The dividends, they say, will serve me fine Then I feel a stab in the back, I hear a pop and a crack The heartbeat stops, but the drumbeat is still mine Hey prehistoric man, look at the things that we can do They futuristic man, look at the scary things that all came true Give me an estimate, a more-or-lesstimate of how much to give To these new friends I found in this new hallowed ground in which I live


released December 2, 2014

Brian Marchese-- vocals, drums, percussion, guitar, keyboard, marimba
Henning Ohlenbusch--guitar, keyboard, bass (1), backing vocals, claps
Thane Thomsen--bass guitar; backing vocals (12)
Jason Bourgeois--keyboard (1, 2, 3, 6, 9,10, 11); backing vocals (10,12)
Beth Savage Marchese--lead vocals (5, 6, 11) backing vocals (2) claps (1,2)
Lesa Bezo-backing vocals (2,3) claps (1,2)
Ken Maiuri--piano (2)
Dave Trenholm--flute (6)
Katy Schneider--pedal steel (7)
Melissa Nelson--cello (4)
Annie Regan- backing vocals (3)
Mark Mulcahy- backing vocals (7)
Philip Price- backing vocals (7)
Lord Russ- backing vocals (7)

“Marina del Mar” (feat. AstroBeast)
lead vocals and drumset - Brian Marchese
vocals - Kate Richardson, Michele Costigan, Karen Schumer
guitars - Kaliis Smith, Jonathan Keezing
keys - Kate Richardson
bass - Dan Richardson
beats -Malcolm Braverman, Kirin Bourgeois, Dan Richardson
horns - David Trenholm, Joel Dundorf, Fred Hooven, Jonathan Byerly, Zippy Cool

Produced by Henning Ohlenbusch and Brian Marchese.
Recorded and mixed by Henning Ohlenbusch at Rub Wrongways, Northampton, MA, July 2013 to October 2014.
Thane Thomsen’s bass recorded by Thane at Sundry Locations, Northampton, MA.
"Marina del Mar" recorded and mixed by Dan Richardson down in the basement, Northampton, MA.
Feedback in “The Holding and the Held” and synth intro to “The Wrong Tree” recorded at Comfort Crunch, Northampton, MA.
Mastered by Dan Richardson up in the basement.

Cover Art by Perry Carter
Design by Max Germer

Words and music by Brian T. Marchese, except 6 and 11, words by Beth Savage Marchese.
©2014 Shower Caddy Music ASCAP

Dedicated to the memory of Ms. Rita Violet.


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