Sometimes Caring

by Justin Fritz

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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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Track Name: St. Ann's
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”
Track Name: Light Across My Face
You were always someone that I could just push away

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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
Track Name: Spitting in the Ditch
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
Track Name: Learning to Sing the Blues
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
Track Name: Fortuna Rose
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
Track Name: I Never Want to Sleep in Your Bed
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I never want to sleep in your bed

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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”
Track Name: Drums then the Rest
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
Track Name: Goldenrod
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”
Track Name: Fortuna Rose Again
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
Track Name: My Kind of Love
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