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Mixtape 1

by Geoff Rickly

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violow I didn't know a cute lil birb could write such emotionally impactful music :'< Favorite track: New Sympathies.
koigoi
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koigoi I love this first track because it sounds like it could be a lost B-Side from No Devolución. Great stuff. It's like the idea of a sinking ship without being too explicit in the concept. Favorite track: New Sympathies.
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Lieutenant Squeegee Lol, what? Geoff Rickly's presence ANYWHERE needs no justification. Being an awesome person who has helped to create a lot of amazing music and experiences for an uncountable number of people makes Geoff one of my favorite artists ever, and I thoroughly look forward to more of his solo work. (For anyone who doesn't know, Geoff Rickly is the frontman of Thursday, part of the United Nations band, and has written some fine pieces for altpress.com, among other things.) Favorite track: Going to Hell.
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New Sympathies ---------------- I have to confess, I’ve made my bed Now I’ll sleep in it, alone. I'm going to have bad dreams... Captains of Industry, It’s time to sail the Seven Seas. You should think twice… Sweet, sweet, sweet Kerosene, A lonely light walks with me To make a mess and have a blast. Well, I have to confess: I made my bed, Now I’ll sleep in it,alone, But I’ll have bad dreams Like the bottom of the sea With the waves crashing down, The sight and sound of a sinking ship and what goes with it: A shudder from above, a groan and a creak, The crackle and streak of a spark set free And it’s learning to sing Unholy sounds Like God’s open mouth. The words come in waves just to drown out all the pleas of the damned Who hear what it says… And it says, “Don’t breathe.” There’s a woman in the sails hanging over the rails, A kid with a kite who just watched the string fail, Three guys in a raft and it’s upside down (They think they rise when they sink and the sky’s gone out) Well, there’s ice in the drink And the ship’s gone to hell. The passengers talk And they’re starting to tell Of a Captain on deck And he’s pacing around And he’s waving his arms Trying to comfort the crowd He says, “Please, Please, Please, One at a time. Please, Please, Please, Stay Calm… We’re all going to die.”
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your love is a pawnshop -------------------- Your love is a pawnshop And everything in it is used: A faded magazine rack, a worn pair of shoes, A leather valise, A bag of old, beaten blues And that dress... I bet it looks nice on you. Let's go for a dance in the back. Let's light those kerosene rags And we'll spin 'round & 'round the fire Like the jukebox is playing our song. Like it plays anything at all... But the worn-out, second-hand men Who walk into our lives to get turned out again 'Cause Jesus won't show with a redemption ticket For any second-hand prayers when Your love is a pawnshop. Your love is a pawnshop But everything in it is mine I just traded it in to try to buy some time For us to figure it out --I know, it sounds wise-- But tell me now, Is it gonna be alright? Come on, come take me by the hand And look me in the eye, make me understand, 'Cause I'll spin 'round & 'round the shop, Trying to hide my doubt When I see-- If I see anything at all But the worn-out, second hand women I let into my life and let them out again 'Cause Jesus don't show up With a six-pack and friends For any second-hand liar who sings, "your love is a pawnshop"
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Going to Hell ------------ Warn your friends: I'm no good. Turn away if I start to move my lips, Don't let the words come out. Warn your sister not to smoke Or to laugh when she lights her cigarettes. Don't let the smoke get in. She goes back & forth Across the street, buys a match, Just to throw it out and watch what burns. Fuck your friends, they're no good, They're the ones who start to turn away At the first sign of trouble. I ask myself, everyday, like a prayer: If we're not going anywhere, Then how come I feel like I'm going to Hell? We go back & forth across the floor. We broke a lamp and opened up the door When we fell inside. Tell yourself you were right, Justified in every single way, So you can sleep at night. I ask myself, everyday, like a prayer: If there's no God & Lucifer, Then how come I feel like I'm going to Hell When I go back & forth across the states? You break a stick, just to throw it out And watch what burns As you go back & forth around the kit, Sometimes it sounds like rocks falling down the stairs And I know we both failed. This song's called "Going to Hell" And it's going to shit. Why would pull from my life just to pen a confessional? Should I have held back? Or fictionalized? Used artful compression? Leaned hard on metaphor? Subtle or extended to flirt with the Absurd? Let's pretend all our friends are together, Raising a glass in our names And nobody got hurt In the making of "Going to Hell."
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My Favorite Blue Raincoat ---------------------- L. Cohen- It's Four in the morning, end of December. I'm writing to tell you I'm better. New York is cold. Do you like where you're living? There's music on Clinton St. all through the evening. Did you hear I'm building my little house in the desert? I'm living for nothing now. This is my record. Well, when Jane came by with a lock of my hair, did she tell you I gave it to her the night when I tried to get clear? ...I never got clear. The last time I saw you, I felt so much older. My favorite blue raincoat, you ripped at the shoulder. I'd been to the station to meet every train but I came back without Lili Marlene and I offered your woman a piece of my life but when she returned she was nobody's wife. Well, you see me there with a rose in my teeth? One more thin gypsy thief. If Jane is asleep, don't send my regards... Well what can I tell you, my brother, my lover? I guess: that I miss you... and do you forgive me? I stood in your way. If I ever come by for Jane or for you, I hope that you're sleeping and your woman's untrue. So don't thank me for the trouble that I took from her eyes. Did you think it was there for good? Is that why you never tried? Sincerely, G.W. Rickly
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released November 15, 2012

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