Beyond The Black Sea

by David Abel

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1.
03:54
These haunting treetops seem high and hollow From the market square right down to Vincent St, Where Madame Ray at the end of the day, is ready for the night time I can see her red dress dancing off the floor through the bottom of her high window From the shadows in the streets below, and you know I wanted I guess I wanted to know Madame Ray, Does it have to be that way? With every little kiss in the darkness When you’re counting out your money at the top of the stairs In your Chinese bathrobe, are you having me on? Tell me now we’re alone, Does it have to be that way? Madame Ray The day I find you gone may well my redemption As the wind blows the ashtray’s ashes off an unmade bed Madame Ray I was just about to say, but in a minute I’d forgotten The punch line to a joke that I heard, some idea you’d only find absurd I used to get up before the sun but now I sleep all day Take care of myself but I’m in disarray, Does it have to be that way? With every little kiss in the darkness When you’re counting out your money at the top of the stairs In your Chinese bathrobe, are you having me on? Tell me now we’re alone, Does it have to be that way? Madame Ray I will never ever retire I will never grow old I will never ever expire, let my body grow cold Before I ever get old You’d never believe what I’d go through Just to be counting out my money at the top of the stairs In your Chinese bathrobe, you’re looking around Come on tell me now Does it have to be that way? Madame Ray With every little kiss in the darkness When you’re counting out your money at the top of the stairs Just like the 1920s, there was a time I’d go out of my mind Just to see you again one more time Madame Ray
2.
There’s a black cat called depression Licking at my bare-feet toes Choice of clothes gives the impression You’re giving in to your woes Might I say that you look lovely? Or could it be the light in the room? Things I said I’d do this morning I’ll push to the afternoon Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame The cards have been switched, the dealer’s taking bribes and I fear I’m out of the game You can fly a rocket ship to the moon and, Climb the highest peaks when you’re bold But even the tallest, tallest towers, Ain’t as tall as the stories I’ve told There ain’t no need for conversation You don’t need to use your name There ain’t no need to take your hat off I’ll be gone just as soon as I came Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame My horse has broken ranks; bishop’s gone to the other side though I was never Really in the game Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame Even if I could fix what is broken things never seem the same Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame The dice are loaded, slot machine’s magnetic and I think I’m going to lose again
3.
I thought of you when you were gone and the oak tree lost it’s leaves I thought of you when you were gone and easier to please And I was just a sorry Judas, walking down by the scarps of stone Where nothing grows Where poor souls all call their homes The Potter’s Field, there ain’t no marker stone Where they buried my bones I thought of you when days were long, when I was cruel when I was kind I thought of you when days went by, when I was drunk when I was blind And I was just a sorry Judas, went walking down by the scarps of stone Where nothing grows Where poor souls all call their homes The Potter’s Field, there ain’t no marker stone Where they buried my bones Where nothing grows It don’t rain and it don’t snow The sun don’t shine and the wind never blows Where they buried my bones
4.
Mountains will move when I will shake them loose with the heel of my boot Like you never knew I could Trees will bow and when the dust settles I’ll be disappeared And it won’t do you any good, no it won’t Won’t do you no good Crying tears is wasting water Won’t do you no good Apologising like you ought to Won’t do you no good Trying to track me down I told you I’ll be hiding like a crow in a cabbage tree Where you won’t come looking for me Season's in bloom and is this what it’s come to? Was I fool? Was I simpleton? Lilac and dew and one more how do you do now it’s understood That it won’t do you any good, no it won’t Won’t do you no good Leaving the latch off you mama’s back door Won’t do you no good Dressing up how I liked it before Won’t do you no good Explaining to me what swimming is for I’ll be sinking like a stone in a lonely sea Where you won’t come looking for me And I will dry my bones like a buzzard dries its wings I will cry out to the moon like a coyote sings Well I never said I could be a humble king And it won’t do you any good, thinking about such things No it won’t Won’t do you no good Scaling walls and toppling boulders Won’t do you no good Climbing up on Atlas’s shoulders Won’t do you no good Knowing what the direction I took down the road is I’ll be flying like a leaf on a morning breeze Where you won’t come looking for me
5.
Love was a cruel girl tossed out in the dark Never to return, never thought you’d wander so far And like the gamblers say Live it up while you’ve got it baby; live it up till it’s all gone Love was a feeling I once had in my hands Rotten to the marrow when I tossed away my foolish plans And caught the night bus home and I, Got a job because I needed the money, A good job will make you happy Love was your shaking hands on a balancing pole, The only time you looked down, the only time you ever lost control And left the tightrope there, Above a speechless public a thousand eyes were saying Love was an old car spinning to its end, In the twilight of winter it’s hard to see the ice on the bend And love is a pantomime, A foolish and drunken stupor that I can’t remember Love, make me honest give me speed and a painless birth Give me minutes, give me hours, give me days, Give me one more night on earth, So I might say with grace that I, Knew you just a little bit longer before I leave this place
6.
(free) 03:28
Out of the dark doorway and into the daylight where I plan to Catch you out of the blue, Whispered words in conversation, footsteps behind me and I wonder Could they belong to you I confessed this to a desperate king with daggers in his back right as he cried out I believe we've both been had Still the blackbirds they call your name and doctors go to great lengths to explain What it is I cannot say Speaking low in a whisper they're telling me time is a gift I can't return And walking any way I care, I will always hear, your name said aloud On every breeze that blows itself around me Every corner that I turn Out of the underground and into the street I though I just saw Somebody who looked like you So I made my way through the grocery store, I followed you until the trail went stone cold At the end of the avenue Speaking low in a whisper they're telling me time is a gift I can't return And walking any way I care, I will always hear, your name said aloud On every breeze that blows itself around me Every corner that I turn Oh crying, shouting out in anger that a metal heart may heat but never burn And walking, anywhere you please, I wonder do you see, my face in the crowd On every lover that stretches out upon you, every corner that you turn
7.
03:19
I want the daytime to I want the nighttime to Stop moving I’ll just lay here by your side I want the seasons to Mean something to me and I want a reason why you’re staring right through me Oh darling in the hospital you said Don’t want to think about it I don’t want anything to regret Now here it is your fingers in the cold Touching on your body where you feel like you’ve grown old And I wait a lifetime in the queue outside the door Brought a magazine I didn’t’t feel like reading anymore You’ve been up for sixteen hours How’re you going to blow seventeen candles out? Oh darling in your loudest voice you go Don’t want to think about it I don’t want anybody to know You’ve been up for sixteen hours Now how’re you going to blow seventeen candles out? Seventeen candles, seventeen candles Nothing too much I can think of round here Cleaned up the yard, got the Christmas card you sent last year Nothing too heavy just a party at a friend’s home School’s a kind of drag, I’m thinking about travelling on Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen candles
8.
She says there’s no way to tell No way she’ll ever tell me now Every time I wait a little longer She says if I leave you now I want you to get this down That even with a thousand thorns in my crown Even if the colour goes out of your eyes and your blood runs dry But I’ll still go anywhere with you tonight I’m giving you till the sun comes up in the morning to feel alright And I’ll be coming up sixes in no time at all She says if I ever die Don’t you put my body in the ground Burn me black and send me away with the wind She says if I knew you well, by now you’d have got a life But even with that big thorn sticking in your side Even if the colour goes out of your eyes and your blood runs dry That I’d still go anywhere with you tonight I’m giving you till the sun comes up in the morning to feel alright And I’ll be coming up sixes in no time at all Now the colour’s gone out of my eyes and my blood’s run dry And I’m wondering around talking nonesense getting no reply Then I see you when the automatic lights come on outside I’ll be coming up sixes in no time at all
9.
03:32
I used to ride shotgun in the summertime, You said you never cared too much for sunshine Lady in the orchard I was wrong, My tired bones couldn’t carry on It’s hard to walk in shoes filled up with sand Impossible to sleep with shaking hands And now you want to know what I have to say About what it feels like shaking down fathers and sons If people all look the same when they take to run I used to collect change and magazines, You said I had conviction like you’d never seen Thought I was only good for adoring you, And getting kick by the horse while our orchard grew It’s getting harder to imagine winter’s snow, But easier to calculate or know What mothers on their knees might have to say About what it feels like shaking down fathers and sons If people all look the same through a Jesus Gun It’s getting harder to escape damnation’s flood Impossible when dreams a made with blood Said my lady to the lonely priest while he prayed About what it feels like shaking down fathers and sons You turn water to wine and watch the minds of men go numb About what it feels like shaking down fathers and sons And if people all look the same through a Jesus Gun
10.
Dawn will open eyes to another bitter sunrise Gone are the maps that take you home And we are the many that sleep beneath the naked night sky In shelters that we built in the fallout zone Splinters feel long when they’re digging in your side Down by the cedar trees I did you walking there in my sleep You woke me from my dreams and you said Such a beautiful night but do be wary where you’re walking For you might step right on the bones of the dead They came by talking of you like one might talk of Armageddon A wilted rose or a fight at a wedding They came by talking of you like one might talk of indecision But we are blood and kin, two birds on a limb The winter is long but I know now The sun is going to shine on our ordinary lives On our ordinary lives, lying low with the nameless It’s no ordinary life Would you really want to blame us?

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released January 28, 2012

Written and Produced by David Abel
Mixed by Léonard Mule, Paris, August 2011
Mastered by Rick Fisher, Seattle, August 2011

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