Land in a Rosebush

by Eleanor

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Peter Cernauskas: drums, percussion
Brendan Morris: guitars, bass and vocals
Eric Ong: guitars and vocals

-Dead Neighbor's Chambers / Hammer and Frying Pan:
written by Brendan Morris

-Rain Never Stops:
written by Juan Wauters and Brendan Morris

-Last Night at the Jetty:
written by Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright 2011 Paw Tracks / Fat Cat

Engineering, mixing and mastering:
Phil Moffa / Butcha Sound Studios, New York City.
April - December 2013

Cover edititing: Bo Li
Photograph: courtesy of the Cernauskas family, Queens, NY, c.1960's

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released 11 January 2014

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Track Name: Last Night at the Jetty
Dreams that we once had
Did we have them anyway?
Seems that we once had
Now we'll have them all the time

Didn't we have a good time?
I know we had a real time now
Who could say we're not just as we were?
No one could deny
My, my I know

I don't want to describe something that I'm not
I don't want to hide the hopes that I have
I want to enjoy what's meant to enjoy
Not try to find slights and slurs to employ

Say what you will
I've a pretty sound mind to go
I know I could not go
Even if I had the eyes to try

You have your ways
I have my ways
We have our ways
And I'll call you my friend

And I'll call you my dream that I once had
Did I have it, anyway?
Seems that I once had
Now I'll have them all the time

Didn't I have a good time?
I know I had a real time now
Who could I say I'm not just as I was?
No one could deny
My, my
Track Name: Dead Neighbor's Chambers
Fortune found, fortune changing,
Batten down and pray each station.
Waves swell in elation, then hammer down
against the foundations.
Of the Earth, wet with moss,
draw a cross upon your heart.
Lie in wait and hope to die,
keep so still in open sight.
Pick up your feet, tremors chase,
hop the fence, miss the open gate.
Where you been? Now you're always late,
now it's time I'm sad to say.

See her still smiling face
a stiff fist, a brooch and a cape,
Swaddling her gentle frame.
I was a visitor,
in a dead neighbor's chambers, yeah
Young and old alike,
file through the front door,
the whole of the block came here to see
put the weight on their knees
and know what it means
to brush the cold of her cheek.
And hear no more roaring underneath,
so the chaplain chose a prayer to speak,
but I wasn't listening,
cause I was a prisoner,
in a dead neighbor's chambers.
Young and old alike,
file through the front door,
the whole of the block came here to see
put the weight on their knees
and know what it means
to brush the cold of her cheek.
Track Name: Rain Never Stops
Rain it keeps falling from Heaven
and that's another reason to be around you.
I don't care if it never stops raining,
cause then I'll always be around you.

And if the Sun never comes now,
it'll be dark outside but not in here.
The Sun's rays will never reach me,
I won't mind, you will be near.

Stay inside, we can hide,
I'll be yours, you'll be mine,
sopping wet, shut your eyes.

The rain never stops, the rain never stops,
the rain never stops when you want it to
Track Name: Hammer and Frying Pan
The day's remains,
my pocket change.
With so many numbers and letters,
heavy and scraping together.
I walk and make no remark,
as if I were alone.
Platform where I can find,
a public payphone.

If only for this job each morning,
I'd be in this bed all day,
hammer and frying pan, get me awake,
and oh is it ever the same.

I'm an arch of stone,
echoing a clearing throat.
Vapor rising off from the cold,
cause I'm as cross as a ghost.
Who may I ask am I speaking to?
to whom do i owe the pleasure?
Who am I speaking my secrets to?
Who is out there in the ether?

If only for this job each morning,
I'd be in this bed all day,
hammer and frying pan, get me awake,
and oh is it ever the same.
Well ya tap against a teacup
and it bellows for days.
I'll be a good man when I must,
Surly swaying towards the bus,
when I must, I blister past the people,
up and down the street.
Blind to their histories,
though they run me down
and wear on me, well I've got
reason to be smiling.
I feel so well I might start crying.

Fall down the stairs,
and land in a rosebush (2X)

It's time to rise and be leaving,
that slow sweet dreaming.
The beams set across the ceiling,
breathe and sway what I am feeling.
A mind rapt with regret,
well it pours down the top of my head.
And every last letter laments,
branches broken but still kept.

If only for this job each morning,
I'd be in this bed all day,
hammer and frying pan, get me awake,
and oh is it ever the same.
Well ya tap against a teacup
and it bellows for days.
I'll be a good man when I must,
Surly swaying towards the bus,

I nod
but you don't know
if I am there,
and neither am I,
anymore aware.

If only for this job each morning,
I'd be in this bed all day.