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noise​-​operated jazz (2009)

by hidden by the grapes

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1.
Want it anyway, I want the life of a new born wall, my real estate Want it anyway, I want my house to be red and blue, well just a feint Did she know did she know did she know that houses tend to fall and tend to break …and tend to break? No, she’s not anywhere, she’s not anywhere, she’s not anything that you see and keep to make you Crash human zeros Crash human zeros I want it anyway, want it anyway I want it anyway, want it anyway Freeze it anywhere, freeze all the mice and their scat inside a young bird’s brain Warm it anyhow, warm now your guns for the ones who might as well just smile Did you know did you know did you know that flashguns tend to blend and then to fade …and tend to fade? anyway anyway want it anyway anyway anyhow want it anywhere anyone anywhere why did you crash a human zero anyway
2.
again again 03:36
Illusions never fake Illusions never lie To you What have I become What have I destroyed In you When a foe is anyone When a foe has turned to stone For you To trust is just a word To trust is just my way To tell you that I’m off again It’s on again A light burns in the streets A light burns in my chest again It catches to your dress It catches you off guard again I tried not to avoid I tried not to explain again You shouldn’t hope to wake You shouldn’t hold your breath again
3.
I am always prepared To say what you haven’t heard And whiskey may really talk Forever ever ago I am always prepared To sing about being bared And whiskey may really talk Forever ever ago Forever ever ago Forever ever ago Forever ever ago Forever ever ago You used to live in Mexico For all I know I am always prepared To drink what you haven’t spared And whiskey may really talk Forever ever ago I am always prepared To smoke enough to see blurred And whiskey may really talk Forever ever ago
4.
O burden, break away until you find your path O silence, hide away until you speak up I’ve grown tired of pacing around When it all boils down to the crest of your sound And I know it’s not easy to hold my hands But enough is enough, please shoot me dead All the liquid books upon my floor They are caught again in our televised war So let’s trade places and pull them down I tell the truth, I was not around I’d rather be hated for who I am Than loved for who I’m not I’d rather be hated for who I am Than loved for who I’m not What you say is not what you’re thinking
5.
Last night we sat upon our future You said it’s too late for rehearsals Here’s my daughter trying to fake an accent Here’s my daughter trying to fake herself Monday it’s all we need Friday we stay and read Thursday we drink to see Sunday it’s all about weed All the freckles we adore They keep on getting more Wednesday you play and bleed Saturday pays entrance fee Oh, what you see is what you get Oh, just another speaking act And all you did to me was not quite elementary And all you thought of me was not too complimentary
6.
You tried to play against the rules He’s not the man that she should be For all the pieces of your throat With all the blankets in your eyes You haven’t shot me in a while You haven’t shot me in a while Who knows how to play against the rules? It’s not the way that it should be For all the pieces of my mind With all the bakeries and crime You haven’t shot me in a while You haven’t shot me in a while
7.
2 am 05:23
Awake to see me Awake to see the other Awake to pass me Awake to pass the other one
8.
All that I want is red and blue sheets To write down the words that never repeat And thank you for not shooting at me Even though I stole your last meal That’s the price I pay For always looking away And all the songs I have sung That’s the price the price the price I pay For always looking away And all the songs I have sung I took your pork and dry red wine All your requests remain denied

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released April 28, 2009

all songs written by hidden by the grapes
recorded, produced and mixed by thomas zwanzger and hidden by the grapes, graz, austria
mastered by alan douches at westwestsidemusic, new york
artwork by mote scherr

hidden by the grapes are christian steiner, richard kahlbacher, bernhard jammerbund

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