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I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’ve got no time
I’ve been at work since half past five
At this Cambridge bar and restaurant
I get a little break around nine
And then I’ve got to go back to giving people what they want
I’m just a guy who gets paid just enough to keep him alive
That’s why I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’ve got no time
I asked the bartender out for coffee
She said she’d like to, but I should know she’s seeing someone
She said to take her number in case I need a shift covered
I said, hey, whatever you want
We’re just two people who get paid just enough to keep us alive
And anyway, I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
So I’ve got no time
When my shift doesn’t start for an hour
And I’ve got no one to meet
I take a long walk past the garden
Down Sacramento Street
And then I work until the end of time
I work until the end of time
I work until the end of time
I get no time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’ve got no time
Oh no, I’m just a guy who gets paid just enough to keep him alive
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Your Canadian Boyfriend
02:14
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Your boyfriend who lives in Canada
Is a figment of your self-isolation
While here in Massachusetts, you’re proving our chemistry useless
Shooting pool at the Watering Hole with the god of reservations
Take a good look at your neighbor
And put your smart phone away
Face what’s right in front of you
Because we’re living in the USA
You’re bound to lose touch before you get to do much touching
With your Canadian friend
But if you want to make some time with your friend around the corner
Then you won’t have to wait for that long weekend
Because your boyfriend who lives in Canada
Whom you met at a four-day convention
Could meet you halfway in Syracuse, that’s true,
But it’s a five-hour drive, and that’s a reasonable excuse
To take a good long look at your neighbor
And turn that Skype cam away
Face what’s right in front of you
Start living in the USA
Face what’s right in front of you
Before it gets out of your way
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My love for you is a dog I’ve got to train not to bite
My love for you is a dog I’ve got to train not to bite
Keeping me awake in my bed every night
My love for you is a dog I’ve got to train not to fight
My love for you is a cat that hates you
My love for you is a cat that hates you
Still following you around, making you sick
My love for you is a cat that hates you
My love for you is a bear
My love for you is a bear
I will lock it up when you come here
And if you ever find a sweetness in the morning air
You have not known since you were a baby
Then call it by its name
Call it by its name
Call it by its name, my love
And it will stay
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I Can Do It Alone
02:06
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So we took long walks around Jamaica Plain
Drank coffee till we went insane
Well, I can do that alone, like I always have
I can do it alone
We had Sunday nights free, and what did we do?
Sat in our underwear watching Doctor Who
Well, I can do that alone. You were holding me back
I can do it alone
I won’t miss our conversations about books or food
I can accomplish the physical stuff in solitude
All alone
Apple orchards, restaurants, stadium seats
Taking days to wake up, barely sleeping
I can do it alone, anything you can name
I’ll do it alone
And if they ever catch me wishing I still had you around
Somebody shoot me from a cannon to the Long Island Sound
All alone
Sure, we spent some lovely hours doing nothing at all
But I’m great at doing nothing at all
I can do it alone, I’m an expert at that
I’ll do it alone
I can do it alone
Yeah
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You’ve got to keep good track of your heart
Write down your expenses
Remember where you put your wallet
Listen to what they say on the radio, try to make some wise investments
Try to keep good track of your heart
Or somebody’s going to steal it
Stay in the good neighborhoods
Don’t let the wrong people near it, don’t make a poor investment
There are good and bad neighborhoods
And saying that’s not hateful
You’re courting danger when you trust your neighbors
But you can always trust the faithful, you can only trust the faithful
Always keep good track of your heart
Down in the college ghettos, where the poets go to drink
They document their histories in deep red tattoo ink
You can cover it up with a turtleneck if the weather doesn’t get too warm
But if you wake up too close to a mirror, you’re still going to witness your true form
Hope it doesn’t get too warm
Hope you can keep good track of your heart
Spend it smart, don’t waste it
Check up on all you’ve been saving
And know the way your bank treats it, know exactly how your bank treats it
Always keep good track of your heart
Keep good track of your heart
Keep good track of all that heart of yours
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I can’t find what I’m looking for
In this world-sized department store
I’ve checked every aisle for miles and miles
And if they ever had what I needed, they must have run out
Because I checked in Boston
And I checked in Somerville
I checked in Jamaica Plain
I double-checked in the Pioneer Valley
And the prices are rising
And I’m running out of money
They must not carry what I’m looking for
In this worldwide department store
Because I checked in Portland, Maine
And I checked in Portland, Oregon
I checked in Philly
I even checked in New York City
I can’t find what I’m looking for
In this worldwide department store
I can’t find what I’m looking for
In this worldwide department store
The sign says that they’re hiring
But they’re no longer hiring
I need a job to afford my room and board
And all the stupid things I need in this maze of a world
Because the prices are rising
And I’m running out of money
And I forgot what I was looking for
But the whole world’s a department store
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A diner is a place where a diner can be
Whatever that particular diner happens to be
At any old time of the livelong night
And that’s a diner’s right
Truckers and junkies and EMT’s
And all the kids who’ve given up on going to sleep
Coffee and pie, omelets and fries
You can sit down forever for like $2.95
And when someone fills the jukebox with AC/DC
When you need to hear some Patsy Cline
Just wait in line
Just hang on the vine
Like stuffed grape leaves get shared and wasted
Some hours of a life are bound to pass untasted
But as the cake wheel turns and the coffee burns
You’d better get ready to fatten the worms
This is a fried food library with chrome siding
And half the staff will sleep in the daytime
They hang on the vine like future wine
A diner is a place that moves in real time
It’s a place to rest on the way to a second place
They serve breakfast all the livelong time
All through the Mobius night
Down and to the left of the highway light
A diner is a place the moves in real time
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Phantom Vibrations
03:18
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You’re giving me phantom vibrations
All up my upper thigh
I think you’re calling my number
But my body’s just telling me a lie
You give me phantom vibrations
All down the side of my pants
I’m picking up phantom vibrations
Wish you’d call me up and give me a chance
And we could maybe drink some coffee, maybe sit on chairs
Maybe start the party if I shoot out my flares
You’ll maybe, maybe, maybe find me on the far side of the bar tomorrow night
I was working as a barback
At a place you like to eat
I saw you laughing
I don’t think you saw me
But soon enough, I gave you my number
Now I’m picking up phantom vibrations
Phantom vibrations
All up and down my leg
Phantom vibrations, phantom vibrations
Phantom vibrations kind of make me wish I was dead
But you’re the life of the wedding
The beginner of dances
You’re the beginner of dances
That mimic real life moves
From the supermarket
From the café line
From the dentist’s office—moves from real life
At some point, I gave you my number
Now I’m picking up phantom vibrations
Phantom vibrations, it’s the dance of a million sighs
Phantom vibrations all up and down my thigh
Phantom vibrations, is my body telling me a lie?
Or could we maybe drink some coffee, maybe walk a pet
Maybe take a rain check, maybe place a bet
You’ll maybe, maybe, maybe find me at the far side of the bar tomorrow night
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One more night of buying drinks for a pretty stranger
One more round—what’s my money good for anyway?
Throw my last five down on the table
Just to wake up on one more loveseat
And I will forget how to love
I’ve already forgot
Just last month, I had a dream where you still knew me
But I’m taking your advice, I’ve been checking out just what’s available to me
Dress my sad ass to the nines one more time
For Motown Night at The Basement
And I will forget how to love
I’ve already forgot
How to love you
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Hey Mr. Trashman
01:20
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Hey, Mr. Trash Man
Won’t you throw away a dream?
All I want to want tonight is a night full of sleep
And an apartment that’s clean
Please, Mr. Trash Man
Could you take my dreams far away?
Somebody dreamy is sleeping at the opposite end of the city
Leaving me here in posh decay
Hey, Mr. Trash Man
Could you take my dreams away?
Each day is garbage day
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Birds And Trees
02:26
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Birds and trees, there need to be
Birds and trees, birds and trees
All the rest is just set dressing
And cats and lamps, you ought to have
Cats and lamps, and a pocket full of stamps
All the rest is just depressing
You can work hard, you can fall in love
If that’s your scene
Whatever keeps your heart pumping blood
When the hills turn green
So give me birds and trees
Only give me birds and trees
'Cause all the rest is just set dressing
Except for the birds and the trees
You can work hard, you can fall in love
If that’s your scene
Whatever keeps your heart pumping blood
When the hills turn green in Massachusetts
So give me birds and trees
Give me nothing but birds and trees
'Cause all the rest is just depressing
It’s nothing but set dressing
Except for the birds and the trees
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Stevie Subrizi Boston, Massachusetts
Stevie Subrizi is a genderqueer songwriter and poet. They were once one half of Somerville-based guitar duo the Crazy Exes from Hell, along with Kirsten Opstad. Their chapbook Alone & Naked Inside of a Whale won Yemassee Journal’s 2021 Poetry Chapbook Contest, judged by Dustin Pearson. ... more
Stevie Subrizi recommends:
A whole LP of covers of songs by my ex-Crazy Exes from Hell bandmate Kirsten Opstad—and two of those covers are by me! (Stevie Subrizi!)
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Poor Eliza has one of those voices that always sounds like it's breaking the worst possible news to you in the most empathetic possible way, and it's a power matched here by the full band production.
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From America...The Daylilies
by The Daylilies
For me, this new Boston-area supergroup lands somewhere between the Buggles and Blondie, and I am absolutely 100% here for it.
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Super riffy psych rock trends towards the heavy end of the spectrum with copious amounts of of groove, fuzz, and shred.
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Spirit Guide مرشد حقيقة
by Skyjelly
Ultra-fried desert blues, a trip through the darker aspects of psychedelia with some wild sound deign.
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Indie rock with a light shoegaze shimmer that won't blow your ears out.
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