Spielen
the players:
songs by
Antonette Goroch
produced by
Greg Turner
& elton
antonette goroch
acoustic guitar & vocalsgreg turner
electric guitar, piano, cromwell, keyboard & vocalsjosh bevelacqua
drums & vocalsroberto zimmerman
bassmarina lazzara
vocals & tamborine
Rodent Records Studios
in San Francisco, CA
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songs & words:
Despair
(track sheet)
Late one day I went a walkin' to a land I call despair. Tiptoed down a spiral staircase, no one ever finds me there. Late one day I heard the voices, whispering a taunting tale. Did you know there's no tomorrow? Did you know your plans will fail? And the sun won't rise. And all that you despise, and everything you fear, will come to find you here. Late one day i heard the voices, clammoring inside my head. Treacherously self destructive, makes me wish that i was dead. With a bullet through my head. A drill right through my brain. Something to kill the pain. Perhaps a glass of wine--or maybe turpentine--to make me think it's fine. To make me think it's fine. Despair, lonliness lingers there. Despair, beyond any rescue there. Runaway don't follow me there. Keep away I'll only hurt you there. There, alone in my despair. Late one day I sent a message, to myself in a black hole. Sing to drown out all the voices, lullaby to soothe your soul
Gingerbread
Aliens
(track sheet)
Becca got abducted late the other night. Her mind had left already so I doubt there was fight. Seems that she was taken to absolve her of her sins by a roving band of freshly baked gingerbread aliens. Searching through a desert with a hundred million stars and psychedelic candy canes with stripes as red as Mars. If you're lost, we'll find you. Speak in code and then I'll know, use words I want to hear. Costume you conceaments only if you love me dear. I tell you that I'm hungry, you say you'll wash my hair. Answers are mysterious when questions aren't completely clear. I'm sure I'll thank you later, cause the trip just makes me strong. But when you're alone and lost, the night can seem so long. Hurting to the core. Singed by fire and desire. Do we always stand alone? The night is cold and I'm so tired. But morning comes and light reveals the true are close at hand. And delusions dissipate like watercolors on the sand. If you're lost, I'll find you. If you need a map, I'll guide you. If you need a friend, I'll remind you what you seek is right inside. When Becca came back from her trip, you could see that she had changed. And it wasn't just that freshly backed demeanor she displayed. Her suit of gingerbread said love as she smiled and sparked a flame. And she walked beneath a million stars and psychedelic candy canes. It's your friends who'll find you. It's your friends, beside you. It's your friends, said the gingerbread aliens.
Sparks
(track sheet)
Summer breeze, autumn leaves, a willing suspension of disbelief gives way to longing for wishes made upon a star. I wonder where those stars really are. Growing pains, forcing change. Makes you rearrange, everything feels strange but don’t look back. Just hold your head up don’t be afraid. I’m sure these momentary feelings of panic will soon abate. Cause sparks will flash & fade. As sparks are prone to do. And if you feel you’ve lost your mind don’t worry, it’ll come back soon. Winter’s chill how ‘bout a poison pill stare through a window sill and quietly wonder is it worth it to even wait around for spring? Cause I just wanna kick and scream, and hurt you like you hurt me, but I know tha sparks will flash & fade as sparks are known to do. And if you think I’ve lost my mind don’t worry, it’ll come back soon. Just sleep and dream. Ignore the smell of kerosene If I told you a story, would you know what I mean? Just sleep and dream. Ignore the smell of gasoline. If I told you a story, would you know what I mean? Wake up and see it was all just a dream. Things aren’t as bad as they seemed in that nightmare, just an hour ago, or has it been a year? Often I wonder, just how it was I ended up here? Often I wish that I was anywhere but right here. Doesn’t matter anyway cause there’s nowhere but right here.
Away
(track sheet)
Beware false tidings and hidden deceptions. Beware impressions that come at first glance. Beware the trappings of easy solutions. Beware inspirations from within a trance. Beware false idols and self proclaimed prophets. Beware the lure of candy and lace Beware the wisdom of those who proclaim it Beware of the doll with the crack in her face And when the day comes, you’ll know it. And when the moon speaks, you’ll hear it. And when you’re alone, you’ll shiver and run from the truth that will come from no one. Beware the advice of those who would give it. Beware of the pull of the strong and the weak. Beware the pleasures of gentle destruction. Beware of time passing with complacency. And when you’re eyes open, you’ll know it. And when the night calls, you’ll hear it And when the drum beats, you’ll follow and lead on the path that you seek from no one. Nightmares and visions. Whiskey and gin. Is this an epic tale, that I’ve been starring in? Oracles and fortune tellers, hidden knowledge found. The only thing revealed to me is the future. The future is now. And when your eyes open, you’ll know it And when the light shines, you’ll hear it And when the dawn comes, you’ll fall down on your knees like a blind man who sees fearing no one
The Doll with the Crack in her Face
(track sheet)
What if would you say if they took me away? If I didn’t come home from the airport one day? While dusting my shoes found political views, how long I’ll be gone it just too early to say What would you say if they took me away? Would you do talk shows hang posters all day? Would you organize rallies, search prisons and alleys, employ lots of lawyers--alert Diane Sawyer and tell her to say, that they took me away. What did you say when they put him away? That face on TV that you saw yesterday. It seems he was spotted and terror was plotted And as it happened, no time was allotted for him to say that they took me away. Are you distracted? refracted? dissected? infected? selected? Are you paralyzed traumatized anesthetized, colonized, sanitized? Because history forgotten repeats And words that aren’t spoken cannot free. And lessons unlearned will come back in turn, til it comes to the day when it all slips away, and there’s nothing to say.