Break, Heart; Break!

by The Mad Flight

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Dedicated to John Henderson.

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released May 2, 2012

Performed by Paul Cantrell, David Fountain & Heath Ladnier
Words by Paul Cantrell
Music by The Mad Flight
Produced, recorded & mixed by David Fountain at Hemlock Park
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at The Lodge
© 2012 The Mad Flight
Illustrated by Matthew Geist
Design & layout by Dori Bonifay

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Track Name: Eden Ave.
...And when you came round again
Found you at the wrong door
But can I persuade you to stay
Round a little longer

Slowly the night spun away
I’ll see you when I’m older, O bolder
Though only by but a day
More than it could shoulder, but O girl

Only if by but a day
My runaway you’ll ever be

So when you take what you take
Blame it on your hunger; you’re grown, girl
But know when you get over this
I’m here to pull you under, O under

So take a shot, take a hit
For when you come a-callin’, and you’re crawlin’

And when we part in the street
In our memory we’ll ever be

Dear, when we part, when we meet
Is it any wonder? O wonder
Here, in the dark, in the street
God we’re getting younger, O girl…
Track Name: Pen Ultimatum
Blackout at a framing in a jacket made of blue
Saw a simple painting and I thought that it was two
Your teacup’s full of coffee and your cardigan of you

But you’ve got some good Polaroids from when we used to talk
Living in a wooden world of corduroy and chalk
I’m mastering your absences beneath the coy applause
Of myriad erasers, myriad erasers

And now I know I’ll know this thing by heart
Only when I go pull it apart

Was hunched over a desk I was philand’ring with a sophomore
While you’re off God knows where discreetly framing your philosopher
I’ve wrapped my mind around it I’ve explained it to the officer
But there is not a way that I can find provides an alternate

Were you poolside reading on finance or in some city smithy loitering
Or at the Sadie Hawkins dance with the thirty something boys you bring
We level out the bookcase we the radiator bleed

You are the wished-for ultimatum of this sequence’s unfurling
The piss-poor punctuation of a sentence still uncertain
Whether it be fact incontrovertible or query
I am the voice that wants to rise and in a hurry, but don’t worry

And now I know I'll know this thing by heart
Only when I go pull it apart

And every night I rail down Boulevard
Never find out where in hell you are
Entangled in sheets so sheer
Sweat-spangled and insincere, you crave

Was hunched over a desk I was philand’ring with a sophomore
While you’re off God knows where discreetly fuckin’ your philosopher
I’ve wrapped my mind around it I’ve explained it to the officer
But there is not a way that I can find provides an alternate

You put the “m” in sober and you put the “t”(ea) in here
Ask me to plan parties so that you can treat your hair
And by the time they’re over you’re asleep deep in your lair
And you won’t hear my footfalls on the stair
Track Name: Manifest Anapest
So you say this is the end
Well baby let’s begin
To strike the set of every evidence

And cut the thread that held you there
And so, suspended in the air
God! Damocles! This drop refused to drip!

So fold it into your plans
And hold it inside your hands
And leave

A pillow on the bed
Each morning stealthily prepares
This absence and the sheer affront of it

And drink, O drink another bit
O did you think I’d suffer this,
Who can’t afford to buy your prophecy?

So fold it into your plans
And hold it inside your hands
And soon slipped into night
But whose lips will you bite
Tonight?

And so you say this is the end
Well baby baby let’s pretend
That you were ever mine to start with

And with an easy backward trace,
In an amnesiac embrace,
Would you were here, O would what we were where
Track Name: Stolen Alphabets
O no they’ll never find me underground
So thought I all aloud, yet not alone
You’d call it camouflage, dead telephone
“O no I never mind your coming round”

You are a master spy; I read you right
Your files are classified nigh every night
Some sundried shibboleth I’ll never know
No gun-shy fricative might save her now

O no I never mind your coming round
We’re gonna take a while, we’ll hunker down

With all our little letters
In metal cabinets

And all our little letters
Stolen alphabets
Would bring you up on charges in The Hague

“We’re in the bunker now!” Remember this.
“We’re never coming out!” We never did.

We’re never coming out!
We’re never coming out!
Track Name: Dress Gordon Nightmare
O my dear my we’re a wreck and
Why we’re waxing over records in
These accents we affected hours before

The caravan behind the bar
I couldn’t say who parked the car
What hands could ever have unlocked this door

And you’re gonna listen to me
But I guess you never mean it
Talk about the movie
And I’ll tell you if I’ve seen it

I was on the couch, you were on the floor
Trying to figure out what you’re doing it for
You were on the couch, I was on it too
Now I’m on the floor, seemed the thing to do

And I can slip inside of this
Dress Gordon nightmare I can
Memorize the spine on any book
You’ll ever buy

So roll me out at noon
We can troll (control) the avenue
In some retirement credit card commercial

We’ll settle on Japan
But when it’s autumn and
We’re British, when it’s autumn and we’re British
We forget to give a damn

We’ve got stamps on wrists and hands
The night’s admittances still branded
On us as twin tattooed files

Figure out the sink myself
Kill the mouthwash, raid the shelf
And raise a bottle to your health

And you want to listen to me
But I bet you'll never mean it
Talk about the movie
And I’ll tell you if I’ve seen it

I was on the couch, you were on the floor
Trying to figure out what you’re doing it for
You were on the couch, I was on it too
Now I’m on the floor, seemed the thing to do

And I can slip inside of this
Dress Gordon nightmare I can
Memorize the spine of every book
You’ll ever buy

Rifle through your catalogues
Right up to the cattle call
May your recitation save us all

But I was in a dream, you were in it too
Couldn’t find a drink or a thing to do
I was in a dream, you were in it too
Couldn’t find a drink or a thing to do

So roll me out at noon
We’ll stroll the avenue
In some retirement credit card commercial

We’ll settle on Japan
But when it’s autumn and
We’re British, when it’s autumn and we’re British
O won’t you…

Roll me out at noon
We can stroll the avenue
In some retirement credit card commercial

They’ll never understand
That when it’s autumn and
We’re British, when it’s autumn and we’re British
We forget to give a damn
Track Name: I Am a Matador
All you thought was overwrought
Had had enough of it
All your friends went sober but
You said it wouldn’t stick

Called your text Thesaurus Rex
And taught it in the courts
All your friends are in their beds
With other friends of yours

Cover me in concrete, baby,
Mire me in the marl
Doesn’t seem as fondly lately
Crying “Minotaur!”

Let’s off to the opera you
Can leave your headphones in

Counterfeit the manuscript, O
Blind the editor
I am not a china shop, no
I’m a matador

This is my prolix reply
When you say how you been
Track Name: Before I Wake
Ask the question, don’t reply
Honeysuckle and barbed wire
Subterranean angel eye
Ask the question, don’t reply

Force the tears your dreams awake
Got this feeling I can’t shake
So if I die before I wake
One last promise left to make
One less heart you’ll have to break

Angels often fall
Strung up on the wall
Waiting on your call

Morning backseat not a word
Stole the sky beneath the bird
Don’t know what you thought you heard
Morning backseat not a word

Diamond, club, spade, heart
Each one played its part

Wanton sister never had
Baltimore can’t be that bad
Breadcrumb starlight all around
Roll the paper round this town
Strike the match and burn it down
Burn it down
Track Name: Wager
They cut you down
They cut you down
And I’m around, without

This bullet small
Was not at all
As you’d remember it
Was not imperative, but O

And if you go before me
I’ll tell you how it ends

Your mama cried
The day you died
And so did I, did I

Now every breath
I draw
Each breath I draw is one you won’t

And I will bring you fire
Fit you to the flame
But will it wash us both the same?

And if you go before me
Tell me how it ends
Is there a light
Does it depend what we
Discussed of late
In basements grey,
On roofs in which city
I called to you as
You called me

And I will bring you fire,
Pull you through my waking
Eyes to make a day
That through my eyes
You’ll never have to see
Track Name: Her Majesty
And when you died how I trod and tried to find you
In every inch of sky
But how track you down in the clouds, O how remind you
How to be with you tonight?

And by the by I’ll see
Through her newfound opacity
As this butterfly will Her Majesty
Come to me

A Stockholm syndrome victim,
A camoufleur stowed in the wings
O this mockingbird, well it don’t sing
But it sang for me

Should I clip my wings? dip the feathers into ink
To pen her a letter on sight?
When nectar you drink, hard to remember what to think
To get her to recognize

Now I don’t mind the seraphim
Or all the nights she shares with Him
But bide my time for the angel grim
To come for me

Don’t bother cry, don’t you weep
Those crocodile tears, you see
I’ve got a bottle of whiskey
To comfort me

And by the by I’ll see
The wildest nights could ever be
But there’s not a volume of whiskey
Can comfort me

I’d break the doors between
I’d pace the floors for eternity
I’d wage a war would Her Majesty
Remember me

There’s not a volume of whiskey
Can comfort me
Track Name: MdDS
Take a cruise
With someone who’s
The opposite of you

Take a wife
Of/f your sons’/s
But why take only one?

And to assure variety
True azure, her eyes, the sea

Have a luncheon in the park
Craft a functionable ark
Laugh it off into the dark rain

Take a break
From the sun
And double everyone

Take your leave(f)
Of/f your mate(’)s
Undone from every waist

And all your sweethearts drown below
Why you need a round window

Have a luncheon in the park
Craft a functionable ark
Laugh it off into the dark rain

Light a bird upon a pond
Find a girl of whom you’re fond
This is gonna be a long day
Track Name: Evensong
My sweet, my sweet, what have you done?
I dreamed your dream, I shone the sun
And needn’t need another one
But O, my sweet, what have you done?

Now our marriage celibate
How we made a hell of it
And all the day live-long
We sing our evensong
We sing… Ah… O…

I wanted you back
Inside these broken arms
To sing the song unsung
Until we come round again

Is there an airbag on your side?
May we our leavings synchronize?
I’ve hunted low, have hunted high
To keep not one of us alive

So torch the candles, kill the day
Lock a door and let’s away
And if the night burns overlong
Sing our leaving song
Sing… Ah… O…

I’m lying in wait
Beneath your bridal bed
To climb inside your head
Until we come round again

But I’m blinding you, babe
With flowers and venom
To every other one
Until you come round again
O… Ah…