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Manufacturing Joy

by TJ Kong + the Atomic Bomb

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1.
Now you're climbing out the window with your cigarettes and shoes and she's sleeping in the hallway in her silver snakeskin boots And where did you go wrong last night on Flatbush Avenue? You went looking for the answers there now you're covering your clues Now you're dancing in your bullshit with the kick drum on the twos and they're smoking out a side door and whispering in tune while the warehouse Popes of Meserole all are sleeping in their pews and the women on the BQ line all patently refuse the night lights are all bleeding out their mass production blues as you stumble off the subway, smiling your excuse Cocaine, cocaine What am I to do? Cocaine, cocaine What am I to do with you? Now it's five o'clock in the morning or so the vagabonds assume and the sun is like a swimming pool for the inebriated moon and you're climbing out the window with your cigarettes and shoes as she's sleeping in the hallway in her silver snakeskin boots and where did you go wrong last night on Flatbush Avenue? now you're dancing in your neon pie-eyed, silver spotlight, backwards daytime, motion potion dead beat ocean, a thousand straight lines all in motion, rock n roll club bathroom cocaine blues.
2.
I don't care, I don't care I don't give a damn I swear take your Oxford book of poems and your bedspread by the stair if you're looking out the window please make sure to check your hair and if you pass by my piano please don't lay your drink down there I will laugh, I will sing I will dance all on the brink and I will write a book of all the stupid Goddamn shit I think you can smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my wine but don't wear my T-shirt with your Friday night guy You got something, you got something you got something left to hide there's a spinning sideways grinning Sunday dinner on your mind and the answer's always greener like a scenester on the far-out otherside you got yours, you got yours and I got mine you can smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my wine but don't wear my T-shirt with your Friday night guy, oh no I don't care, I don't care I don't give a damn I swear take your Oxford book of poems and your bedspread by the stair if you're looking out the window please make sure to check your hair and if you pass by my piano please don't lay your drink down there I will laugh, I will sing I will dance all on the brink and I will write a book of all the stupid Goddamn shit I think you can smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my wine but don't...
3.
Well the blind man is dancing a hole in the ground and Daniel is drumming and Josh can't be found and the only one left is sweet Lorraine and bottles are rolling around on the floor sirens are singing and screaming for more and the suitors are crying out in vain they're crying out loud for sweet Lorraine The road punks are grifting, they anger the Gods and Xerxes is turning them all into cops and I am just humming with sweet Lorraine and the dashboard is busted no breaks on the hill Calypso is holding and hoarding the pills and the head lights are dancing in the rain they're dancing to the sound of sweet Lorraine and the highway moves too slow but when you go go go go go and story will carry me home but God give me strength for the bow Tyrants are carving the keys to the town and we don't know time we just know how it sounds and the talking heads are all of them to blame and beggars will guide us and give of their clothes and the doors will all open with a push of the stone and the yes men are silent in their pain they're silent for the sight of sweet Lorraine All right
4.
We got science on the TV they say Jesus Christ is dead for good we got new age theologians they say Jesus Christ ain't coming but he could I've been trying hard to reach you, honey I just don't know where the hell else to look All the cabinets are empty and I don't pay the bills no mind all the cabinets are empty and the traffic lights flicker in the night I think about you always it's a monumental waste of time I packed a duffel bag with toothpaste and a nap sack with origami cranes I got my dark sunglasses and an Appalachian mountain range You said I need to accessorize, baby I think you just want someone to blame Come on outside everybody's trying come on outside everybody's trying so hard you can take it all for granted baby I don't give a damn no more I see waves of sunlight pouring off the hot concrete I see waves of sunlight and smoke clouds at the end of market street don't tell me what the score is, I'd much rather never even see I think about you always my mother says it's because you look like me
5.
Day Sleeper 04:05
Hide your eyes my girl you can get by with your fingers if your feet know the way to the door you can rely on my face to look the same as the day I was born Masquerade and be gone, you got a long line of people who are waiting for a seat at the bar you can escape out the hatch and change clothes in the back of my car Sleep all the time if you please you can meet me in the middle where the day is the same as the dream there will be time for the work and the days of the hands up your sleeve the highway's a humming harmonica's cousin I hope you can meet her someday we could talk about nothing, forget about something or I could just sit down and play Your eyes are made of bourbon and the back of your neck is a bottle in the palm of my hand and the proof of your mouth and a taste of your lips makes it harder and harder to stand Tranquilize if you can, you can swallow me whole and I will swim to the back of your head I will sing like a fire and stomp out the choir 'til there's nothing left of the dread The highway's a humming harmonica's cousin I hope you can meet her someday we could talk about nothing, forget about something or I could just sit down and play
6.
10 Minutes 05:31
I got my eyes on your bathroom window I ain't bad I'm just looking for a shadow and I got just one reason to keep you around turn my head to the side of the highway watch the white lights move like a relay I got all my interests in my mouth and you got five ideas that'll drag me down and I said no no no no no no no no I said no no no no no no no no You got a bag I got a map of my pockets you got a cage but you forgot how to lock it and I got a head full of questions that'll keep me free you got a plan I got a smoke fire I can talk my way clear through the barbed wire I got all your inmates on their knee oh and you can't follow what you don't see and I said no no no no no no no no I said no no no no no no no no I got my eyes on your bathroom window I ain't bad I'm just looking for a shadow and I got just one reason to keep you around you get the car keys I'll get the liquor they'll find my clothes in the Delaware river I got five more miles 'til I'm clear out of town and you got ten more minutes before the sun goes down I said no no no no
7.
Train Song 04:26
The Russian is drunk and the taxi cab's stuck and he's begging for cigarettes in the snow and the newspaper carriers marking the street are all you make out in the glow your woman is leaving her words are misleading as she steadies herself now for show oh but where did she come from? God only knows The train it is clattering wheels they are rattling the switch man has holstered his gun and the river is floating and the timber is holding an eyeball of rage from the canopy sun and now trumpets are bleeding in the back of your head as she whispers her way back to Rome oh but where did she come from? God only knows Now the men are behaving and writing down day dreams there's an ill colored bag on a train on the run and now something of lust it peeks through the trees with an eye lash of branches and a half blooded sun and now children make faces at the back of the train and the women up front they call me by name and the brake man is singing and stealing the chains and the lines on my hands they go on all the same but I can't help but sit here and ponder the places she goes oh but where did she come from? God only knows
8.
It was late last night and the Texaco light burned like a moon on the map of his face and I saw a black man run and then a thick white smoke hung like a ghost and smelled like cocaine And an old pair of shoes on the side of the road and the whispers of glass where the stones had been thrown and the cast iron thieves and the red flash that lights my way home I heard a back door slam and then the blue flame eyes turned in your head like a bird in the snow and my feet went first and then the back of my hands tied to a tree where they gathered my clothes And a face in a dream and the entrails of steam and the money changed hands in an old Grand Marquis and the blood ran slow like tears on the black concrete It was late last night and the Texaco light burned like a moon on the map of his face and I saw a black man run and a thick white smoke hung like a ghost and smelled like cocaine And a face in a dream and the entrails of steam and the money changed hands in an old Grand Marquis and the blood ran slow like tears on the black concrete Oh my god, I am my own god…
9.
Fill up your pockets with all you can see the future is all in our heads all the Muslims are dancing on old Hancock street and I'm listening for your footsteps instead and oh oh my mon amie all the ancient roads lead to your bed But don't, don't wait for me I'm sleeping with the voice in my head It goes oh oh... Pick up your 6th sense he's sleeping on a park bench the Delaware moon on his back glad handing pirates are waiting in silence the stones of the tomb shall retract and the black face high school highway deposits an el train is coming on fast and the ancient road don't-you-knows they're hanging out with so and so don't speak if you don't understand and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know what you need and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know what you need It goes oh oh...
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11.
Come on Back 04:39
Come on back, home to my head so I can see what time has done to your feline eyes that glaze over in the night come on back, home to my head so I can send you a message in the morning when you are too drunk to discuss come on back, home to my head so I can show you the dreams that I’ve been having where you are the matchbook and I am the maitre d' I said come on back, home to my head in a brand new dress and a Coppertone tan so that I may be thankful for the mistakes I have made And won’t you come down from that tree house you built in Baltimore? where the leaves are so heavy you can barely see to the ground I would write you a letter but my mind is crippled with metaphor you may understand but you’ll never believe how it sounds Come on back, home to my head so I can pack up the things that I’ve been saving in my bedroom since I’ve been alone Come on back, home to my head so I can read that book that I’ve been dying to pick up but there’s not enough on my mind Come on back, home to my head so I can dream up a brand new disease that will make you forget all the terrible things that I said. And won’t you come down from that tree house you built in Baltimore? where the leaves are so heavy you can barely see to the ground I would write you a letter but my mind is crippled with metaphor you may understand but you’ll never believe how it sounds

credits

released September 25, 2012

All songs engineered and mixed by Joseph Primavera and
TJ Kong + the Atomic Bomb

All songs recorded in Philadelphia, PA at Egypt III except for "Friday Night Guy", "10 Minutes", "Eye Witness on the Run" and "Ancient Road Blues" which were recorded in Upland Studios + "Eureka Springs, AR" which was recorded at the Squid and Whale Pub in Eureka Springs, AR

All songs mastered by Joseph Primavera

Vocals/Guitar - Dan Bruskewicz
Drums/Yelling - Dan Cask
Lead Guitar - Kevin Conner
Upright Bass - Joshua "J.A.M" Machiz
Violin - Bonnie Lander
Back up Vocals - Claire Abribat

Words & Music by Bruskewicz (except for Eureka Springs, AR)

Cover photo by Sarah Cassano

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