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This Must Be A Place

by Jed Davis

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1.
So So Close 02:55
How unexpected And sweet And cool To get a smile and a day with you But it was nothing It was nothing I had to play everything just right I was an island when you stayed the night But it was nothing It was nothing And I will hold out my desperate hand And I won't understand: This was never close. Hold out the rest of my days I will go to my grave thinking: So so close. You said some nice shit about my eyes While your hand brushed against my thigh But it was nothing It was nothing And I will hold out my desperate hand And I won't understand: This was never close. Hold out the rest of my days I will go to my grave thinking: So so close. I let you go And I begged you back Then I let you go again And I begged you back Then I let you go again And I begged you back Then I let you go again And you never came back. And I will hold out my desperate hand And I won't understand: This was never close. Hold out the rest of my days I will go to my grave thinking: So so close.
2.
First Flight 02:24
In his seat, the anxious little boy Fumbles with his tiny windowshade There's a world too big to recognize There's a first time for everything And the sky's so blue up here On the limb, the anxious little bird Fumbles with his tiny, awkward wings There's a world too big to recognize There's a first time for everything And the sky's so blue up here Mom and dad are proud of what they made As the boy pulls down his windowshade And the bird folds up his wings, but then As their children sleep, they toss and turn Thinking, "Wasn't that just me?" In his seat, the anxious little boy Annexes lands of whipped-cream cloud And conquers puzzle-piece terrain And his mom tries to give him a word But he pulls away to get his own On the limb, the anxious little bird Comes to understand the way of things Realizing self-sufficiency And his mom tries to give him a worm But he pulls away to get his own Mom and dad are proud of what they made As the boy pulls down his windowshade And the bird folds up his wings, but then As their children sleep, they toss and turn With the first prod of memory First tugging of mortality 'Cause to say your hellos is to be your goodbyes And the end is all that the start implies That first flight the start of a flight out the door But without that first, there can't be more.
3.
I don’t know how it could be a year since she Neatened her desk and straightened her chair and she Gave me a hug like there was nothing wrong and she Left for work and did not come home Empty chair in the corner by the old bay window Count the months since she curled up in you This is how it is now I know you miss her I miss her too Search the closets but I cannot find The velvet veil that she died behind So I wallow in our ten-year mess Reading cool regards from her new address Lonely doll on the bookshelf by the old bay window Count the months since she smiled up at you This is how it is now I know you miss her I miss her too Hate is Hate is Hate is Love fucked over Bitterness is Bitterness is Something sweet Rotting in your teeth I guess you better ditch me I guess you better cut me off right now Winter came and she rang our bell Back to claim those she loved so well She took the desk and she took the chair and she Took the doll And she left me here Empty heart in the bosom of the cold grey woman Who replaced the sweet dark girl I knew This is how it is now And if there’s so much as a ghost of a dream of a whisper of a prayer of her in there somewhere Please let her know I miss her too
4.
Northside 05:04
You come on softly as a spring night Into honeysuckle silence, blue-white moonlight And the paper lanterns dim behind us Strolling down the driveway 'round the block you guide us Past the Northside gates, the playground swings Fence cut down so we slip in Tudor neighborhood I don't belong here But I can't help following Your windswept hair and oversized jeans Your laughter at the stuff nobody else found funny And our hands so close they could be touching Yeah, but I've already done enough trespassing This may be the one and only time Watch you like I'm going blind Padding barefoot on the pebbled pavement Like it's cool sea foam or silky sand Ten years nigh Standing by Catch my eye You'll see why There's a hole in my life where you should be Some asshole by your side where I should be Don't waste your time on a dream Of some boy who's never seen You barefoot on the Northside playground Ten years nigh Standing by Catch my eye You'll see why
5.
Here I sit, broken-hearted Mourning a life that never even got started I bought the line I sold my car I crawled through tunnels And I wept in bars Now I'm gagging on fumes in a cold white cell And I can't just pretend to enjoy the smell I'm a ghost, motherfuckers I'm sick of only seeing the seams And I want New York City To go back to being the city of my dreams Here I sit, broken-hearted Caged like a hamster in my apartment Wanna get out, I gotta pay a toll To the stinkin-ass drunk on the stoop below But I got nothing for him, I blew it all On a studio the size of a toilet stall I'm a ghost, motherfuckers I'm sick of only seeing the seams And I want New York City To go back to being the city of my dreams I'm a ghost, motherfuckers Let be be finale of seem Now I want New York City To go back to being the city of The city of my dreams Iridescent in the morning Incandescent in the evening Fill the sky with silver towers rising If you zoom way out it starts to look just like the smile of a friend Iridescent in the morning Incandescent in the evening So majestic, mighty and magnetic And I never ever ever want to see it again. I'm a ghost, motherfuckers I'm sick of only seeing the seams And I want New York City To go back to being the city of The city of my dreams Here I sit, broken-hearted Thinking it's high time that I departed I breathed your smog I ate your crumbs I suffered your fools And I fed your bums Now let it be written on the bathroom wall: I'M GETTING OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE FUCK YOU ALL I'm a ghost, motherfuckers I'm sick of only seeing the seams And I want New York City To go back to being the city of my dreams I'm a ghost, motherfuckers Let be be finale of seem Now I want New York City To go back to being the city of The city of my dreams.
6.
There's a bottle on the ocean There's a pattern in the sand There's a clock striking twelve and There's a letter in my hand There's a line in the dirt And we all get hurt In the end There is gold in the sunset There is fire in the dawn There's a hasty ultimatum And then one of us is gone There's a queen on my right Will I prove a knight Or a pawn? Don't hold it back 'Cause I won't hold it back The time is right Sign Go on, take my pen and sign It's all you wanted all your life Don't hold it back 'Cause I won't hold it back The time is right Cry 'Cause I want to hear you cry In the middle of the night There's a bottle on the ocean There's a pattern in the sand There's a clock striking twelve and There's a contract in my hand There's a line in the dirt And we all get hurt In the end
7.
CROATOAN 02:27
8.
Postman 03:59
I saw mister postman walkin' down the street I said, "Hey, mister postman, get some posts for me I got some signs that need a postin' For a party I'm a hostin' And my fence, it needs a holdin' And some posts to keep from foldin'" And he said, "Hey kid - who do you think I am? I can't get you no posts, I'm just the postman." I saw mister undertaker walkin' down the street I said, "Hey undertaker, undertake a task or two for me I got a lawn that needs a mowin' And a row that needs a hoeing And my yard, it needs a raking Yeah, it's quite an undertaking." And he said, "Hey kid - you seem a real nice guy But you've got it all wrong, and I'm'a try to clarify You see, the butcher doesn't butch The mobster doesn't mob The worker's name is not always the name of the job Like the pharmacist, the waiter The cop, the operator And I know it's not amusing and can be a bit confusing But a lawyer doesn't law, a cowboy doesn't cow And if operators operated, we'd all be dead by now But see, making sure you're taken care of When you meet your maker That's the job that's undertaken When you call the undertaker." "The undertaker takes you under when you die, it's true," I said, "but if you undertake my tasks, there's cake in it for you, c'mon." I saw mister milkman walkin' down the street I said, "Hey, milkman, what can you get for me?" He said, "Well, milk is my game Why can't you tell from my name? I bet you're feeling pretty sorry 'Cause it's self-explanatory But I see you've been misled, so I'm gonna make concessions Now it's time to talk to you about the name of some professions See the doctor, he doctors The fisherman, he fishes And the dishwasher, he, of course, 'a washes all the dishes And every single Sunday, like that old book teach We're gonna go down to the preacher and hear him preach So here's the point that I'm 'a pointin' at To set it straight for you: What the worker's name say Is what the named worker do." Varsity letterman walkin' down the street I said, "Hey, letterman, got some letters for me? There's some mail I've been expecting And some bills that need reflecting On the payments that they're needing And some letters to be reading." And he said, "Hey kid - who do you think I am? I can't get you no letters Go ask the postman."
9.
Congratulations You almost made it You asked for nothing You got me now Don't go It's too wet and cold Now it's getting late And it looks like snow I could play it straight I could be a man I could set it straight Yes I know I can Oh God, I have broken my staunch code of honor You're free to move on, so walk out if you wanna But if you stick with me, I swear I won't do this again Congratulations You almost made it You asked for nothing You got me now Don't go In this bitter storm Home may not be sweet But it's dry and warm You've long since forgotten what it was about me So pack and unpack but if you can't get out When your life is a shambles, you'll never be ready to go Congratulations You almost made it You asked for nothing You got me now Don't go Don't go It's too wet and cold Now it's getting late And it looks like snow I could be a man I could play it straight Not on a red-eye flight Gone without a trace No ribbon, no rose, no tuxedoed presenters When you win the contest that no one else enters So don't play the victim You're here 'cause you want me to break you Like my bullshit code of honor Congratulations You almost made it You asked for nothing You got me now Don't go.
10.
Behold the bitter exodus From down beneath the bridge As the yuppies and the hipsters Quit their lofts and move away Snap an auto-focused black-and-white Of this heartbreaking scene A heartbreaking scene of staggering genius - If I may. And they sing: Nevermore shall a bridge darken my door We're on craigslist searching for Someplace new to gentrify Till then, we can only hope They've still got room down in the Slope For the strollers we'll be pushing by and by Now my girlfriend's typed her last Paragraph for Conde Nast. Who will pay her by the word To holiday in Mexico? And my next door neighbor cried On the night his hedge fund died. Anybody want a Ridgeback Or a share in J Condo? And we sing: Nevermore shall a bridge darken my door We're on craigslist searching for Someplace new to gentrify Till then, we can only hope They've still got room down in the Slope For the strollers we'll be pushing by and by Oh Dumbo beach, we've run aground No IT work to be found No one buys my shit on Etsy And my gal's name still ain't Plath So we're hopping on our Vespas Loading up and hauling out In our precious shawls and hats We look totally Grapes of Wrath YAY! Nevermore shall a bridge darken my door We're on craigslist searching for Someplace new to gentrify Till then, we can only hope They've still got room down in the Slope For the strollers we'll be pushing by and by Goodbye McSweeney's Goodbye Grizzly Bear Actually, we were just pretending To like Grizzly Bear But I'll sure miss being an artist I'll sure miss being free And I sure will miss my trust fund And production company Stroll the cobblestones reflecting On these precious months we've spent Down here at the intersection of This American Life and Rent One day I will come back as a tourist Take clever photos of the skyline Juxtaposed with garbage trucks I'll line up for Brooklyn Ice Cream in the winter And wait two hours in the rain For a pizza pie that sucks Then I'll sing: Nevermore shall a bridge darken my door We're on craigslist searching for Someplace new to gentrify Till then, we can only hope They've still got room down in the Slope For the strollers we'll be pushing by and by For the strollers we'll be pushing by and by For the strollers we'll be pushing, bye-bye

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released September 29, 2023

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Jed Davis Syracuse, New York

Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.

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