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The Disappearing Light
04:22
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Midway on the path of life
I found myself in a forest
As darkness returned
In the next county over I heard them cheer
As they lit their bonfires and looked for
Someone to burn
November is a shroud, everything’s started to die
It’s already too late, a dirty filter coats the sky
Won’t you walk with me, my friend, into the disappearing light
We have long miles to go, and our task will not be slight
And staying here will only leave us in the freezing grip of night
Like cheeks flushed with shame
As the sun fades out the drained sky
Turns red
You’re sure to face a sea of troubles
If you leave the comfort
Of your bed
Cruelty and indifference will strip you ‘til your numb
They’ll isolate and weaken you and wait ‘til you succumb
Chorus
The scarecrow twitches his tiny fingers
Fat wolves wait for their prey
As the filthy tide crawls in
At the ending of the day
Chorus
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Winter Isn't Coming
04:22
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The windows are frosted, the pipes are frozen
The fire’s burned out, while you were dozing
Winter is here, it’s already moved in
It’s numbing your face and chapping your skin
It’s crushed the fruit’s texture and drained all its flavor
How much have we done to preserve summer’s labor?
Because winter, winter, winter isn’t coming
Winter, winter, winter isn’t leaving
Winter, winter, winter is insisting
It’s seeping in your soul
Winter’s dyed the grass brown, stripped the trees like a whip
In sleet you are pelted, on black ice you slip
Through thin ice you crash, in cold mud you falter
On the hardened earth, winter’s made a cold altar
For slitting the throat of autumn’s unprepared victims
While you hunker down and cling to naïve predictions
Because winter, winter, winter isn’t caring
Winter, winter, winter isn’t sharing
Winter, winter, winter is ensnaring
It’s seizing your bones
Winter, winter, winter isn’t coming
Winter, winter, winter isn’t leaving
Winter, winter, winter is enduring
It’s seeping in your soul
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3. |
It's a Wonderful Life
03:15
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For too many winters, in my stocking there's coal
For too many mornings, just gruel in my bowl
Life is grim, time's unsparing
The older you think, the more it's wearing
Pain will visit you, and you will obey
And however it ends, there will be shame
But it's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
I've been living like a dead man, racking up new debts I can't repay
While in my ears carols sweetly drip and urge me to end it all today
I've stopped waiting for some ingenue
Who‘ll open my heart like a rose unbruised
With a look to make this world feel new
That tells me all these feelings will be unrefused
Chorus
And what's so wonderful, I hear you say
With this brutality and callousness and greed on display
And the superficial friendliness that hides the cold indifference
To savage acts of selfishness slathered with praise
But we're breathing and we're feeling and we've got our rage
And the irrational hope we can make something great
Chorus
I said, it's a wonderful life
Yeah, it's a wonderful life
Oh, it’s a wonderful life
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It was an ordinary Christmas Eve
Without hope, without joy, without prayers
Mr. Walker and I mulled our fate by the tree
When the needle dropped on the record player
Ooh là là
Un deux trois
Yé-yé bébé
Viens à moi
I woke to the clatter and what did I see
She wore short red shorts and a green camisole
She turned with the music and pointed at me
And shimmied as she mouthed, “I want some sugar in my bowl”
Mademoiselle Joyeuse Noëlle
M’a rendu une visite exceptionelle
Drôle, vivace, elegante, et belle
Mademoiselle Joyeuse Noëlle
Her eyes were alight, her cheeks were merry
She beckoned with her finger for me to draw near
As I arose, she cocked her red beret
Then leaned in close and whispered in my ear:
Ooh là là
Un deux trois
Yé-yé bébé
Bouge avec moi
A lexicon was unnecessary
From the way she moved as we danced real slow
Then she took me by the hand and said “Alors, cheri –
Tu ne veux pas voir ton cadeux?”
Mademoiselle Joyeuse Noëlle
M’a rendu une visite exceptionelle
Gentille, curieuse, intelligent, et belle
Mademoiselle Joyeuse Noëlle
With a wink of her eye and a twist of her hips
My stocking was filled – who could resist it?
Before I could speak she put her finger to my lips
And pushed me back down as she insisted:
Ooh là là
Donne le moi
Merci cheri
Encore une fois
Elle était un cliche
De mon désir et désespoir
Pour ces choses banales, on ne merite rien
Mais si arrivent des miracles, je prendrai le mien
Mademoiselle Joyeuse Noëlle
M’a rendu une visite exceptionelle
C’a n’était pas qu’une liaison spirituelle
Mademoiselle Joyeuse Noëlle
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5. |
Can You Justify
07:11
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Everybody have a good time
Everybody get down (x2)
Gonna live it up
Go out on the town
Why shouldn’t you celebrate
Another shit year going down?
Gonna get a little drunk
Gonna get a little high
Maybe you can just communicate
“Hey, I’m alive”
You’ll be missing out if you stay home
Why is it New Year’s Eve makes you feel so alone?
The big man at the door
Knows you’re not on the list
But you’ve been waiting so long
You’ve just got to get in
His eyes becomes more icy
The more you persist
You’re wasting his time and all these people’s time
And finally he spits
Can you justify
Can you justify
Can you justify your existence? (2x)
What do you have to show for yourself?
What do you mean to anyone else?
Everybody have a good time
Everybody get down (x2)
Everybody’s here to celebrate
But they’re not celebrating you
How is it they don’t recognize
The wonder that is you?
Your body is a prison
Self-consciousness a shiv
To make a real connection
Oh, what you wouldn’t give
You made it through another hard year on this earth
Why is it revelry that asks, “What are you worth?”
So you walk up to the bar
And you order a drink
Your turn to your neighbor
And ask her what she thinks
About the year that’s ended
And what she’s hoping for
She responds with a withering look that makes you
Want to melt into the floor
Chorus
You may not have a large bank account
You may not have connections in the right part of town
You may not have a high credit score
You may not have your name on the nightclub’s clipboard
You may not have the right style or looks
You may not have the followers or a talked about book
You may not have a luxury condo or car
You may not have a visa or a valid green card
You may have nothing to show for yourself
You may not mean anything to anyone else
But your existence is your right
So won’t someone please help you to make it through the night?
Chorus
Can you justify
Can you justify
Can you justify your existence?
Can you justify
Can you justify
Can you justify?
Everybody have a good time
Everybody get down
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The Only Thing New
03:07
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Life is very short and
Life is very long
Perceptions linked by memory
In a spiral wrapped around
A dark and growing evergreen
Whose ends cannot be seen
At each elusive now
The light of chance shines free
I’ll try to savor this singularity
Try to draw it close to true
Try to crack this feeling open
And share its meat with you
The only thing new is this moment
A fulcrum to shift all time
A reminder in each revolution
We hold a lever in our lives
As the upward strand recedes
The next branch no longer clear
We continue sliding onwards
Unperceptive in our fear
Our habit and our history
Elide the thing that glimmers
But wonder feels possibility
In what vibrates, in what shimmers
I’ll try to hold this moment open
Try to hold it and consider
Try to make something beautiful
Something less bitter
Chorus
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7. |
Your Epiphany
03:44
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Fatuous and proud, Gabriel Conroy thought he understood his wife
As the snow faintly fell, he learned he knew nothing at all of her inner life
What grief was buried in her heart
What love was branded on her eyes
He was not a little shaken but
There was solace in that at last he’d realized
No such luck for you
Your epiphany:
There is no epiphany (x2)
You’re just an ignorant animal fumbling in the dark
Hoping your wounds add up to something more than scars
That mistakes will lead to something more than failure
That out of your pain, understanding comes a savior
Scraping random stones together and not getting a spark
You crave that flash of insight, that sign from the stars but
No such luck for you
Chorus (x2)
Money and drugs were the magi’s gifts
Had they thought this thing through when they decided on their trip?
Were they wasted at a party, their decision just a blur?
What’s a baby to do with gold, frankincense, and myrrh?
Did they question their judgment when they followed a star
To find a broke-ass couple with a newborn in a barn?
You’ve had your share of drugs and money and life’s fine things
When you’re through with all of it, what wisdom did it bring?
Chorus (x4)
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8. |
Dreadful February
03:51
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There’s a reason why Dante locked Satan in ice
The reason’s called February
A sunless prison, a damp dreary place
How miserable? I’d say, very!
The unrelenting cold and grey
Is it really necessary?
This is why I’d prefer
To sleep through February (x2)
Lifeless, stonelike, sullen
It’s the year’s own cemetery
Short but not short enough
Is dreadful February (x2)
Though I’m craving some escape
The weather makes me wary
The thought of going out in it’s
Enough to make one sedentary
Vistas become atrophied
Ambitions slowly buried
This is why I’d prefer
To sleep through February (x2)
All this rumination
While I stew here inside
Erodes determination
Like mice chewing through my mind
Chorus
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9. |
Darkened Day
05:04
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Darkened day
Darkened night
The slow extinguishing
Of warmth and light
The closing in
The shutting out
Grey and disheveled
Sunken in the couch
Am I alive?
What the hell for?
You’d all be happier
If I just shut the door
In a dark mirror
The image is clear
You’d all be better off
If I – I – disappeared
The world will revolve
And lengthen daylight
But the dimness of now
Will still crowd my sight
Merely outlasting
For this I should pray?
Darkened night
Darkened day
Am I alive?
What the hell for?
You’d all be happier
If I just sealed the door
In a dark mirror
The image is clear
You’d all be better off
If I – I – disappeared
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Waiting for Winter to End
In fall I looked forward to this blanket falling
Like a gift of ephemeral innocence
But where once we walked with words entwined
Snow's silently erased our footprints
Outside it's as cold
As a lover's indifference
And I'm waiting for winter
To end
There's snow on the trees on the first day of spring
And I'm waiting for winter to end
The wind cuts through me like a mandolin
Waiting for winter to end
Inside's inviting, but I'm not invited in
Waiting for winter
To end
As snow drifted downward, it seemed you were kinder
A soft coating of ice could make you more warm
But I guess it was just the flask passed between us
Before you retreat and the hope is forlorn
Sky's grey like slush, snow stings like regret
And it's cold as a mother's scorn
Waiting for winter
To end
Chorus
There was no one day, no one meeting
No one missing response that brought me here
Just the crush of the clouds and snow accumulating
Freezing my face off in the falling temperature
In the never-ending winter, never finding a cure
Vanity says it's approach and timing
Too much or too late
When from me you coldly turn your cheek
At the gate
Maybe it was only a strange attraction
Mad chance brought together our lips
And when in bed I asked
Whose body is this?
Yours, you replied
It was only you dreaming
Mad coincidence
Sky’s grey like slush, snow stings like regret
And it's cold as a mother's scorn
I finally give up on something tender rekindling
As the swirling whiteness envelops your form
And obliterates
My significance
It's as cold outside
As a lover's indifference
And I'm waiting for winter
Chorus
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11. |
Persephone
04:00
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The ground is almost as hard as a board
Still I take this spade and cut it
Chop it, turn it, spread manure
To buried seeds apply all the art I’ve studied
Now I water
And I wait
And hope for life
In what I cultivate
Hope’s not a plan, nor is it art
Not really faith, still an essential part
There’s a feeling, compulsion, implicit belief
Maybe just the doing is just therapy
There’s a reason why they’re called mysteries
So I keep digging at the darkness’ edge
And I wait
For Persephone
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Patrick O'Donnell New York, New York
In 1994, Patrick O’Donnell founded the independent label Škoda Records, based in Washington, DC, which was active through the early 2000’s (most notably releasing records by the Czech band Už Jsme Doma). Seasonal Affective Disorder, the Album, is his fourth solo album. He lives in New York City. ... more
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