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Tin Laurels
04:00
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When you got to the city
You had 200 dollars
A photo of your father
You thought that that was all you’d need
Once you got settled in your corner
Out your dirty window
Was a four-story monster
Wearing the outline of a crown
Graffito coronation
He was up on every billboard
You heard him on the air
Every meal from tin cans
You listened to your neighbors pray
“He takes all the desperation away”
Don’t give up on this city
I’m no different from you
And I need you
(Has anyone ever been in love like this?
Has anyone, anywhere, ever been in love like this?)
Paper idols in their tin laurels
We will take them as they come
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Text by Tristan Tzara
From his poem, “Approximate Man”
facing others you are another than yourself
judging on the staircase of waves the texture of each look
dissimilar voiceless hallucinations that resemble you
the boutiques of bric-a-brac that resemble you
that you crystallize around your rainy calling—where you find portions of yourself
at each turn of the road you change into another self
in the houses—clenched jaws—where the surly shutters of the heart are closed
the light wipes itself on anemic sheets
in the pampas virile scent of heroism
a heart-rending tune precedes you in asylums
and without satellites the usury of our sins evolves in a narrow universe
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Approximate Girl
05:31
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The first time that they met he caught her gazing at the night sky
She said, “If you think I’m beautiful, you’ve never watched a star die”
She had a quote from Tristan Tzara tattooed on her like an anklet
He traced its letters with his fingers ’til she whispered “Boy you’ll break it”
And oh, Miss Harlowe
How’s a dame like you flying solo?
She set to sail one summer leaving love along the shoreline
Seasick solitude that comes with chasing distant satellites
Telegraphs come crackling in her head when it gets late
Repeating over again
“Hey Elizabeth, can’t you see he’s over it?”
She used to kiss him deeply but pull back when he’d hold her
She’d sneak into a party and jitterbug with soldiers
She talked of moving West and happiness would surely meet her there
With her head upon his chest just like his heartbeat wasn’t even there
Oh, Miss Harlowe
Why’s a dame like you lying so low?
Life flows ‘round like water endless sea in all directions
Troubled tufts of stars dissolve when fingers intersect them
She splashes forward desperately
The light she sailed her life to reach
Reflections, nothing more
Catherine Elizabeth, captain of a sinking ship
Hey Elizabeth, can’t you see he’s over it?
Catherine Elizabeth, captain of a sinking ship
Hey Elizabeth I can’t believe you’re needing him
Catherine Elizabeth, you know you’re better than this
Hey Elizabeth, what’d you stop believing in?
Find where your power is and flip it like a rocker switch
Hey Elizabeth just change the tide you’re drowning in
Catherine Elizabeth the last one on a sinking ship
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Dalton Deschain New York, New York
Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show are a pulp-punk band from NYC that tell stories loudly. Get ready for a weird-ass tale about circus freaks, nuclear war, and demonic possession that you can sing along to. Visit daltondeschain.com for details.
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