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Sometimes Caring

by Justin Fritz

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1.
St. Ann's 04:15
All things change even memory In a fit you said “You’ll soon be out of mine” Well, here I am Push me back toward the smoke machine Just to call me out from time to time But, like any good daughter You’ll go back to your father And the place of your childhood residence Where you’ll field all sorts of questions From the family head Who’ll say “It’s St. Ann’s again” I’ll be tucked away waiting for you to leave To rip card stock at the kitchen table Because there’ll be no more letters this time I’ll take the car if I have to There’ll be no more letters this time I’ll call ahead if I have to Now I’ve placed my hands beneath my thighs There’ll be no more letters this time around Bay leaves and old stock For when I come to town Pinches of rock salt I’m the only boy around When the fire hall’s closed down In a sea of women But like any good daughter You’ll go back to your father And the place of your childhood residence Where you’ll field all sorts of questions From the family head Who’ll say “It’s St. Ann’s again”
2.
You were always someone that I could just push away --- I turned my back too soon With your head in the frame I told myself I was ready for something new I want more than just this light Across my face
3.
Three hours to Denton On the greyhound He was screaming across the country To make sure he was around When I got to town But I couldn’t help but notice All the burning streets And the whirring fan And the burning scalp Of the balding man Who’s looking out his window At all the burning sand I flew down here on points To have you cum in my hand But I couldn’t help but think of All the burning seats And the weathered plans And the burning tires Of this driven man And how he’d think about my thinking On the outskirts of towns And how he’d spit in the ditch While dreaming of punching my delicate body around It’s bringing me down
4.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes Baby knows what you want her to do Baby’s learning to sing the blues to you But she sings a waltz to me
5.
Fortuna Rose 04:19
Like an English home I will stand With my back to the road Take the bricks from my hand Hold me up higher Hold me a note Terrace me, terrace me Fortuna Rose Like you did The spring before last When you took my painted hand onto your lap And I was the luckiest man A most grateful man With my girl in my car And all I ever think about now is Girls in cars (And when I do I fall apart in front of people) And laced men buttoned up to their necks And all I ever think about now is Just how easily You could set me straight on your apartment stairs You could lay me out in the harbour air Or you could terrace me Terrace me Terrace me Fortuna Rose Take my watch in the meantime I’ve scratched the face and frayed this band of mine With tight hands with drawn hands I am worrying my hands I am rubbing my tan Down
6.
--- I never want to sleep in your bed --- Screaming at each other in central China By the Yangtze Dam In a parking lot We flew Pan Am Both spent a grand on this trip You told me my friend said you had thin lips “Don’t worry babe I have chicken lips too”
7.
I got the creeps You gave me the creeps It was a dream I was a fool For a second, I thought I was a fool It was a dream I heard a name I thought I heard your name It was a dream It passed right through us
8.
Goldenrod 03:43
Carried away, what a mistake You’ll suffer, you’ve got no sense of rhythm From an illness not yet recognized Where you flutter and fold along a crease Now I spend all of my free time alone in this world With my English words and my English dreams Of my lady of the water My lady of the sea A daughter of high water Who traced a corner of Italy But, when I heard that you were holed up in the north With a man who was taken with goldenrod And you wrecked him in a pressing, and I thought “That’s fair, he deserved all he got” And somehow it got back to you That I was occupied with this constant hate As an exact sort of person in a foreign state It’s been a hard thumb to live under, a steady even weight So, like Napoleon fingering his belly by rote In a portrait hung in the gallery acquired on loan I too am crooking my arm in my coat Without my lady of the water My lady of the sea The daughter of a doctor With swift and sure remedies But, when I heard that you were clear-eyed out east Tangled up in some poor man’s lot And you shot him full of something, and I thought “That’s fair, he deserved all he got”
9.
Like an English home I will stand With my back to the road Take the bricks from my hand Hold me up higher Hold me a note Terrace me, terrace me Fortuna Rose
10.
I know my kind of love It burned up Floats like heather on the breeze I know my kind of girl She clammed up Refused to sink her teeth in me When the love you love Is the kind that will make you feel hurt

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released October 19, 2015

All songs written by Justin Fritz. Matt Bullock sung and played guitars on St. Ann’s. He also played guitars on Spitting in the Ditch. Dion Savard wrote and recorded the MIDI instruments on Fortuna Rose.

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