SECURE AND FASTENED FOR DAISY BUCHANAN

by Sam Friend

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released April 7, 2008

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Track Name: Mister Huggins
Four stories high
Just to get there, he has to climb
Drop some weight, from his hands
and find some good news
(In the wake of)
Losing in style, to his favorite
They ain't all the same, he's thinkin

This place I'm in
Was built for other men
Who've all grown old
And I'm living in their shadows

If I hid under my desk
I might get buried, in my head
And if he left a letter on your doorstep
Could you read his mind
And finish his sentence
Don't get carried away, with a long shot
He's a sitting duck

And the place he sits
Isn't where he is
Has it been too long,
To trade in all his wishes

If you'd get real close
You, could almost hear him
All he wants, is what you've lost
Most of the time, he'll be retreating
On his way back,
To gather his thoughts

Take a deep breathe big sur
Set the records straight
Set the records straight
And mind your place in order..
Track Name: Confines
Forgive me wondress, I’ve been wondering if
You happened to make a run for it
Like I told you before
This isn’t your war and
I won’t – fight you

If it’s a pension that you’re after
Don’t take this personal
Kid you gotta fund the grips
That makes moving possible

Charge charge to that plastic that will bend
And forgive in return / for your fair play
I can’t be bothered / as ancient ruins reign again
And incense burns the missing link / amidst the kings
And stepping stones / punching in their timetables

Having grown out of patience
And canned laughter
There are traces that can use some color, ohhhh
My breakfast needs some butter
And my friends all need a summer
To get to their farming

In step
Pillows plow into the heads of bright young men
Claiming independence / fading from daydreams
And don’t you bother / to save what’s left of commonwealth
Tie finger traps to figure eights
Into bundles of crown city seats into
Chairs and round tables

Forgive me fairest / for I have been
Testing limits / and what I’ve learned
Is an army of man in the palm of my hands ain’t power like
You in my arms

Charge charge to that plastic that will bend
And forgive in return / for your inheritance
We’ll ride the starbird / until the well run well runs dry
To the base of full blown enterprise
Moves the price of re-tail bottom lines
That still confines / that still defines
That still confines you and I
Track Name: Part of the Show
I've been waiting for the world to end
But it's only getting bigger
Been bending with all our strength
But we're only paper thin

& now that we're alone
You'd think there'd be no pressure
To hold our own
In getting together
In getting on with the show

I've been paying mind
To keeping touch
Been mixing with chamber music
(dark and mysterious)

Let somebody know
Just what it is you've ordered
Take a tip from the delivery boy
I'll be your dinner,
Burning on the stove

We were golden
But not quite set in stone
But for a moment
A tablet on our tonsils

Better let somebody go
That's going through the motions
Out of control
Part of the anti-movement
Part of the show

We were golden
But not quite set in stone
But for a moment
A capsule that we swallowed

Better let somebody go
That's going through the motions
Out of control
Part of the anti-movement
Part of the show
Track Name: Smile for the Camera
If you would just keep your head up
You’d look like my outline playing dressup
With a flash in a pan
And a stolen glance
You’re sweeter than a candy wrapper &
Even simple pleasures can hold fancy equations &
Come to fruition you know

You may be a god-sent / Or an atheist
There’s a war on our borders / Either way you look
Either way you look
(Tip toe across a tight-rope stage)
Hurry up there’s mountains to belay
Chip chop, light is limited
Smile for the Camera

You’re looking sharp like an arrow
But you’re cold as the pharaoh
Was before – a born again baby beluga
Got in his head changed his outlook
From the pick of the land to the grand opening

With a pinch of wine / And a putti on a pedestal
Secure and fastened for daisy buchanan
Just a jumpin jack with baggage to claim to / To carry over…

I just can’t wait – plain and simple
To dance with you – to shake the darkness
I just can’t wait…until it’s bright and early
Here my hands have been out &
Your best foot seems a bit forward oh ya
A meeting where the middle happens
Smile, for the camera / I’ll hike to novoskotia
For all my little people out there
Post marking on a landfill / hell yeah

You may be a god-sent / Or an atheist
There’s a war on our borders / Either way you look
Either way you look
(Tip toe towards the hopscotch coast
Around the squares in the box ball tournament
Out from the fort of pillow cases)
Smile for the Camera
Track Name: Left to Write
Just some casual illusions
and they’re there
They’ve been sleeping through alarms
Staying out late, been going and going
Been playing the odds, so so long
Go paint your nails more colorful

Well whose still shivering
Like they’ve been tampered with
Underprepared according to plan
Dropped some dead weight
Bought a ticket, bored with belonging
Like a secret envision, a forge of all
My mights left to write

Please, please don’t, use words like Please when the driver’s steering
His train holds weight, you’re shifting Gears too slightly

All those Siamese towns, unloading Trucks and trading secrets
All worn and faded, we’re united intentions

A ghost of a chance, like the ghost of A girl
Who just floats, in my bedroom
She used to walk up walls, with the Glue she had found
at the bottom of broken shoes

Please, please don’t, use words like Please when the driver’s steering
This train holds weight, you’re Shifting gears too slightly

All those Siamese towns, unloading Trucks and trading secrets
Already to speak to soon, to get on With wherever you’re going

I didn’t mean to be so open handed
Just thought too long about my chances
Been carrying on, carrying on, with what has been
It’s motion sickness, like you can’t imagine

Oh we’re
Stretching to walk on - skipping steps that separate

All those Siamese towns
Unloading all that’s closest
Until they are totally unbound,
Totally unbound
Track Name: Blue for Summer
Wore that charm / Like a celebration throne
From a marathon / Could taste your dust
The trail, the distance / The thought of perseverance
Rerun after Rerun until I was spinning

I’m sailing blurs on wild jokes / Drinking coffee in the early hours
Came across as a touch tone sensitive / With ringing bells filled with first impressions

We must come to our senses / Not succumb to parallel dimensions
She’s my corner / She’s my coroner
She’s my misspelled alibi

Bury bad news / For the start of the season
Such a handsome fellowship / Where the forecast is luminous, up ahead
Where it’s blue for summer

Battle sounds marching drums / you might have some questions, but, there’re footsteps
Stick and move / Got paths to tread before these bones are buried
Will drift to shore / When the fighting’s over

We must come to our senses / Not succumb to parallel dimensions
She’s my corner / She’s my coroner
She’s my misplaced title-wave

Bury bad news / Past this spring’s collection
In flexible spandex / Where the forecast is fitting, finely
It’s blue this summer
Track Name: Lashly but not Leashly
got one out left / a left out west
looking forwards / where omissions aren’t carbon
that split – in the end / i’ll be right – where we left off
a chain on your neck / and some old English

i couldn’t help / but being distracted
as I followed each step / floating to the surface
for one last breathe / a lift from an old friend
and let’s not forget / we shook to never forget

my falling curtain / my Sunday morning
a stroke of lightning / on burning rubber
my falling curtain / my Sunday morning
it’s down to a science / that keeps us apart

bygones are folding / the bridge of your legs
half extended / on my stationary
a childish pipe dream / left unsaid – that’s getting ahead
of yourself / a balancing feat / a dance on the weekends some programmed machine
and an apparent musician / a balancing feat
a dance on the weekends / some programmed machine
for the new time being

my falling curtain / my Sunday morning
a stroke of lightning / on burning rubber
my falling curtain / my Sunday morning
it’s down to a science / that keeps us in touch

down to a science / keeping us in touch

won’t reach out / you’re too obvious
like a boomerang / like a century
you – won’t reach out / aren’t we obvious
a pittering pattern / for the new, time, being
Track Name: Our March
Your face lifts / Fortune’s last kiss
Faintly withdrawing / Don’t be so sorry
For being short of sure

This is our march / This is our march
You are my snowflake / Getting closer always

Are you looking for a head start / Or are you just looking
Are you fixing to leave a mark / Or just fixing what is broken
Are you planning to make this right / Or just riding this out
Are you missing the exit signs / Paying no matter

This is our march / This is our march
You are my snowflake / Getting closer to melting

Think of what you’re asking us / We were sleeping under covers
We rose to the forefront / To tap into resources
To take to the streetcorners / To take to the river bending
Down to central station / Where we’re evaporating

This is our march / This is our march
You are my snowflake / You’ll be my raindrop