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Spectacle of Love

by Libby Rodenbough

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1.
How come you call me your baby When I’m the one who makes it run right Why do you call me your baby When I’m the one who makes it run I’m the one who makes it run The one who makes it run right Well you’re weak from the way that you’re going through the world I agree it’s a shame that the world couldn’t be another way You and me, we are the same We like to call it by its name But I know you’ve seen it changing, and you won’t say the new one I have made I’m the one who makes it run I’m the one who makes it run Did you think I was having fun? You’re not the only one Two steps from overrun But everything would come undone And I let you call me your baby
2.
Hey Buddy 03:09
I been wondering How you take your eggs How you smell at 6am and if you got someone to wonder on Most days I sit and burn with my Dumb pride and how I’ve learned to hide my eyes from the spectacle of love Hey buddy, I don’t know I think it’s worth a go I bet you feel it in your bones It’s like the whole things coming through at the seams No place for cherry trees I’m a little cherry blossom going brown I wonder If you feel it too I wonder how we’d do if we bent our knees and squinted at the ground Can’t let the weather keep you down Daylight comes and goes And I’m back in the throes of a purple tinted vision to the south Maybe it’s my red blood calling now For the taste that I have done without Maybe I’m just tired of this town Nobody ever taught us how
3.
Gatekeeper 02:48
Whoa, gatekeeper I’ve seen the levees in your eyes There is an ocean on the rise I know that it’s hard times to be tender I know you got it bad I know that this world is needing menders Not ascetics slaying dragons in their heads You got a cantilever frown You know the walls of Babylon came down I know that it’s hard times to be tender I know you’re feeling mad I know that at best it’s still a bender And you’re swimming in the water you won’t tread I’ve seen the way you hold your chin You know that doesn’t keep you in the end
4.
Tell Me How 03:20
Mary is young Watching it bloom with her eyes wide I've seen it too I know the trains are on time So goodnight Hollywood Goodnight Paris Goodnight to the banks of the Zuiderzee But tell me how the sun breaks on you In the morning So I'd have no need To stay up thinkin bout Where you been sleeping Without me Nobody's full Another round for these young and gray You and your friend You don't care for the strong taste So goodnight New York Goodnight Paris Goodnight to the banks of the Zuiderzee I'm gonna be quiet someday
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6.
Country Jam 03:54
Johnny jumps the broomstick for to save his skin Meanwhile his companions are content to dance And stay all night Johnny in the country with a crying lamb Dancers in the city eating country jam And neither right Somebody found you Licking your wounds, looking Right past the moon Johnny on the beltway coming back inside Knowing there is no way for a thing to hide And stay in sight Down at the old spot The prices have changed But we can dance again
7.
Colors 02:54
I don’t have all the colors that you see in me It’s just a trick of light and trigonometry And now you got it bad for a picture that you made in your head I don’t have all the colors that you see in me It’s just the way I dress that makes my eyes look green And now you’re going mad for a dream that never got out of bed Do you want it the hard way? Stick around til the paint fades I take off my clothes only to find it’s slipped away into a sea of grey
8.
Never had silk, never had wings Never could stay if the living was free Call me a ride, pour me drink What do you mean? Said I would work, said I would pull Said I would pick til the barrel was full But it wasn’t much fun, so what if I’m lean I tried to stay clean Some people don’t mind Well that’s a good way to be Everyone laughed, they were on fire Would you believe it began in the dryer Now it’s too small and I know that you’ve seen Don’t be mean to me Never had silk, never had wings Or the wonderful ways of wordless things Call me a ride, pour me a drink What do you mean? Some people don’t mind I’m afraid that I do
9.
Glory 02:21
Sun fell in like syrup And I was feeling kicking I was feeling kicking No one could know if it was all in my head I knew it was beside the point I knew that time would join the body to the feeling Glory, little glory Oh what a glory in me Squint your eyes a little And you can see the stitches You can see the stitches every time I deny a love of popular flowers But who can refuse purple and red Who can help from holding tiny fingers Glory, little glory Oh what a glory to see Let me be clear as crystal I was shaking I was shaking thinking of all the places I’ve never gone I wondered if this plane was going down If I’d rather be round or flattened Glory, little glory Applause for every glory For our small and restless stories And for the way I’m bound to worry over glory
10.
If you have a question for me, the line is open now The walls you wish still stood between us are long down Be honest baby I see you clear You like it here It’s not an accident you made for seven years You like it here And you’re never gonna leave You’d smooth the mountains like a bedsheet If only you were big enough You would cut the trees so you could see who’s coming And then you’d run You lost your sweetness And now it’s fear I get nervous buying toothpaste I get lonely buying bread There is nothing you can teach me about a crooked head And I would not deny you And honest tear, but You like it here It’s not an accident you keep making through the years You like it here And you’re never gonna leave
11.
There’s a hundred things hanging in your mind And I am asking you to string me on the line String me up with stutters and the stops Hang me up with bits of conversation broken off and left to sing for you I am leaving when the air gets thin And I have only just told you where I’ve been But string me up with the static and the pops Hang me up with the ribbons of story you had written that has turned on you Nothing could be further from my hope than to oppress you I have only come inside to discover and undress you Now that I am here I am lying restless in your bed There’s a hundred things hanging in your mind I am asking you to string me on the line String me up with the tatters and the rags Hang me up among the flowers growing dry and thin so they can always sing to you
12.
The Kitchen 02:56
Waste in the kitchen Little spiders on the wall Leaning in to catch the smell of bedsheets coming up I could not believe the sound of the world this morning Far from the islands Not a mountaintop in sight But it’s a pretty place when it sits a while in your eyes I thought that you had left your phone behind To sing its bird song the way it does to make you rise I waited for the end to come Why do some things keep on? Waste in the kitchen Where we left our wild feast I can’t remember why we had to go so suddenly Cold in the young light We were always cautious this way Looking down to see if there was a table in our name Are they waiting for the end of us?
13.
How can it be I see you from a distance And I’m standing here inside myself with my feet below my knees Remember how you said you could see it in the distance But you could not find an atlas Or a compass That would get you there from here Don’t you wish that you had stones in your shoes Little monsters nipping at your ankle bones There is a circle drawn around you and I’m standing on the other side Every lover has her boxes underneath The sagging bed with monuments pressed into it That cannot be washed out with water and They’ll read the books and say, how strange, how cruel it was They used to ride on horses And keep their dogs in wire crates at night

about

I made this album for a long time. I grew up in Greensboro going to Friendly Shopping Centre to hang out with my friends at the Gap and drink “smoothies” that were like thick Kool-Aid. I got sick on sugar and decided to start sneering more. When I was 19, I went to Chicago to take classes at the Old Town School of Folk Music, where Pete Seeger and John Prine had played, and lost my edge again. I went back to college in North Carolina and abruptly fell in love, swallowed point blank. I joined a folky band called Mipso. My heart broke. I got tired of going to bars and moved to the country. Then I got tired of the country and moved closer to the bars. I traveled all over the U.S. and a few other parts of the world playing songs for people, and they were the type of song people can sing along to, and it felt uncanny when they sang along. I decided voting was senseless, then I tried to get everyone I knew to vote for Bernie Sanders, then my heart broke again real bad. All the time I was putting songs into my back pocket, and eventually it started to feel heavy, so I recorded them, and by then I had a lot of magical friends around to record them with

credits

released May 29, 2020

All songs mixed by Phil Moore, mastered by Saman Khoujinian. Production by Libby Rodenbough, Phil Moore, Alex Bingham.

More info: www.sleepycatrec.com/scr006-spectacle-of-love

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