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As I move another step away from you
I remember so many of our beautiful nights
like the time you were dancing through the room in your slippers
singing give my regards to Bellevue
You could always make me laugh with your humor so black
and the darkest thing you ever said to me
I can only repeat in cryptic back mask
'when I die will you fuck me one more time'
Give my regards to Bellevue give my regards to Bellevue
this girl's got to find a new way home
We had that blue tarp on the roof to keep the rain away
we had the Tesla and your medicine to keep your pain away
to keep your pain away
You had the footlights of Broadway to illuminate your stage
your elegance descending the staircase to take my breath away
you take my breath away
this girl's got to find a new way home
Give my regards to Bellevue give my regards to Bellevue
give my regards to Bellevue
this girl's got to find a new way home
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The Sisters of Mercy
04:44
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All of your kisses are laced in morphine
we leapt into the abyss
All of your cruelty is torturous to me
there is the ritual
In the dead of Winter I find you here
there is the scent of your perfume in these empty rooms
There are the Sisters of Mercy
there is Leonard Cohen to whom you turn
on nights in which you seek tranquility
There is your disillusion there are your uniforms
and the secrets you have kept from me
There is your solace there is your quietude
and the distillation of your imperial majesty
There are the sounds of hinges
they dive ascend and converge
like Black Sabbath guitars
You are the Orchid I am Solitude
you have been my darkness
you have been my light
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Spirits Converge
05:33
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I remember William Saffer
as an old man and a bag of bones
but from his deathbed he arose
with the strength to embrace me and my brothers
Sidney slipped away when I was just a kid
gone up to fisherman's heaven
floating on a river Tuolumne at Fox Grove
in an aluminum boat
I remember the congregation
of the old Prescott Bible Church
the empty fields where we would fly our kites
the Nagel sisters in their Sunday clothes
Spirits converge ~ human spirits converge
Spirits converge
Fernando & Marcela had a tarpaper shack
I always loved the smell of her kitchen
with chili con carne and tortillas on the stove
I remember her broken little finger
I remember her broken English
the pictures of Arvil and Joe
dressed in their army uniforms
The river bank smelled of chamomile
the waters were black and green
this is where the Okies would camp
with their tents and their fires and their dreams
In the morning I would always kiss you
gently enough to let you know I was about to go
and that I would ache for you and long for another night
in which our spirits would converge
Spirits converge ~ human spirits converge
Spirits converge ~ spirits converge . . .
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Neubauten
04:05
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Dave Vanian and The Damned
Bela Lugosi and Telegram Sam
'Where the Wild Roses Grow'
by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Stiv Bators and The Dead Boys
'A Girl Called Johnny' by The Waterboys
'Nothing Compares 2 U' by Prince
Johnny Thunders and The Residents
'Sabrina' is your favorite song
Einstürzende Neubauten
I know you are in love with Blixa Bargeld
and I'm ok with that
he is a handsome and talented man
in a remarkable band
Watching 'Raging Bull' with you
we both loved Cathy Moriarty
the black and white cinematography
Fellini and Cassavetes
'Eraserhead' and 'The Elephant Man'
life is full of surprises
'A Case of You' by Joni Mitchell
'A Night Like This' by The Cure
White Zombie Ministry
The Sisters of Mercy
'Gimme Shelter' by The Rolling Stones
give me a night with you all alone
just you and me
just you and me
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Breakfast at Latif's
03:25
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I wish you were here
watching a movie with me
I wish we had taken our breakfast together
this morning downtown at Latif's as you call it
You were always so fond of the country potatoes
the sourdough toast and the blackberry jam
I was always enamored of you in the morning
I was always enamored of you completely
We never watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
I wish that we had I remember your love
for Audrey Hepburn
for David Lynch for "Lost Highway"
your favorite scene was the one
with Mr Eddy and Balthazar Getty
I was always enamored of you in the morning
I was always enamored of you in the evening
Into the midnights into the afternoons
enamored of you into eternity
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My neighbor told me that in the 1970s
the Marchants would deal heroin out of this house
and sometimes I wonder if any remnants
from those days are still here
hidden in the walls or hidden in the ceiling
Now it's just me and Alexis living together in this place
we sleep in the living room and watch old movies
She knows all about the cinema her favourite Hitchcock films
are 'Strangers on a Train' and 'Marnie'
She loves Tippi Hedren and Sean Connery
when 'Bladerunner' came out
she fell in love with Rutger Hauer
Last Summer we went to see Die Antwoord at the Civic Center
little blondie Yolandi Ninja
then to the Tunnel Top Lounge for drinks
she looked so beautiful in pink
neon light as she spoke to me
Walking through Union Square
on our way to Lori's Diner
her reflection on the windows captivated me
stumbling in we saw that famous photograph of Sophia Loren
and Jane Mansfield taken at Romanoff's
She loves Michael Shannon and Faye Dunaway
the films of David Lynch
'Blue Velvet' 'Lost Highway'
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Magic Shoes
04:48
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I'd like to be on psilocybin or on ecstasy
maybe a little weed and a cup o' tea
I'd like to listen to Jerry Reed
singing 'The Likes of Me'
Jerry Reed singing the likes of me
I never tried Quaaludes or Heroin
I used to listen to CW McCall on my way to work
'a pint of blood and a rabbits foot'
a pint of blood and a rabbit's foot
I love the skyline of San Francisco
near Broadway & Columbus
near Spec's Adler Museum near Tosca
near City Lights where North Beach
meets Chinatown
I wish I'd seen the Cockettes in the 70s
Phyllis Diller and Lenny Bruce at The Purple Onion
Kashmir and Karen with their sleepy eyes
The Blue Lamp and The I-Beam
Tu Lan Vietnamese on 6th street in the midst
of the unsettling humanity
I remember the night Chris Kellas
set the table on fire with a bottle of Ng Ka Py
he set the table on fire with a bottle of Ng Ka Py
I always liked Chris Kellas except for the time
he closed the bar early on a Sunday night
when I was trying to get you drunk
and take you home with me
I used to wait for you at the deli
on the corners of Larkin & Eddy
while you and Paul would argue over money and drugs
one flight up cracked out of your heads
550 Larkin at Eddy
You would walk around the Tenderloin in your magic shoes
gesturing ambidextrously impervious to the night
I could get through all of this
if you were here beside me which now
is never never never never ever
I'd like to be on Mescaline or on LSD
or on peyote with you as my spirit guide
to have been with you was so beautiful
to touch your face to breathe your breath
to hear your voice
coming home to you always delighted my heart
When I run out of paper
when I run out of ink
the story's over ladies and gentlemen . . .
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The Buzzcocks used to play frequently
on the jukebox of Murio's Trophy Room
'Why Can't I Touch It' 'Ever Fallen in Love'
with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with
The Pixies used to play
on the jukebox at Chel's 6th Street Rendezvous
'Where is My Mind' feet on the air head on the ground
instantly I dug their sound
I used to see you walking near the corners
of Shrader & Haight
white as a ghost all dressed in black
I could tell it was you by the spark of your heels
going to some destination I would never know
House Painters used to play on the jukebox
at The Uptown 17th & Capp
somewhere there's a picture
a black & white Polaroid from those early days
we would rehearse at Carol Lennon's studio
some of the girls from the scene would come around
meeting their boyfriends playing in bands
Nici Anna Rory and you
that was a time when our hearts and minds
were young and strong that was a time
when you and your mother lived in Daly City
on Olympic Drive
That was a time
on Olympic Drive . . .
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Leonora Carrington
04:17
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Some nights I hear in microtones like Harry Partch
Some nights I sit at the keys pretending to be
Thelonious Monk
Some nights I imagine you as a hologram
with your beautiful laser light
When I contemplate the infinite universe
When I contemplate the many beautiful facets of you
It causes my head to spin
When I look into your eyes in the morning light
I can see the ancient Druid forest in kaleidoscope
I can see you lost like Dorthy in The Wizard of Oz
I can see the orange and blue
I can see the grey and the green
I can see your coat of arms and the heraldry
I can see you with pomegranates & tangerines
as a figure in a beautiful
Leonora Carrington
And now I will sleep in beautiful
Benzodiazepine dreams of you . . .
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Jerry Vessel San Francisco, California
Jerry Vessel has previously released music as Heirlooms of August. He has been a member of San Francisco bands The Muons, Red House Painters, and Six Eye Columbia.
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