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Twin Chimney

by Brendan Codey

when the calls came in you heard them ring a hundred times 'cause you knew the game of gloom and doom would do she climbed the stairs she saw you there went off to separate rooms you'd missed that brief moment that rush, to the hall, to the world that guy she met was not a threat but a culprit he'd arrived at throwing himself from a bully pulpit you call the stranger who considers himself a business but you don't even notice all the kids are all playing with matches you arrive to find an empty but bustling station looking up you think of rewards for your extensive patience you run into that girl that you met that one time out in Morristown but all she remembers is telling you to put her drink down No you won't understand the half glamourous somethings in brooklyn how they seem insecure but at least they're rich, broken, and open you might struggle for months and then not risk enough as you sit there thinking what the fuck happened and telling yourself that you're sincere oh who can you call? when you were out riding somewhere? but nobody knew where the fuck you were and you couldn't make anyone listen you read from a library book and the tears on your face aren't from laughter but from the instant you lost your faith in the kitchen
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stolen reprimands don't call you do it to return there what was it the fall? grooves, wood there beneath the floor you took another tone and rose above it all man you never saw it come you drove where she was from but then were told to go moving flowers with the moon a mansion full of rooms cast shadows on the lawn twin chimney is such a place a giddy concrete face lurks quiet for the dawn seek the time to be alone no dusty leather tomes a fire on the bed sit down staring into space and central pride of place the closest thing to love not right mornings on the wane with friday evening tamed with visions from a cup we will borrow trouble soon extended afternoons who rises with the sun? things not meant for everyday included to acquire more space to keep at bay ten bricks sitting on the grass triangle shards of glass which gilded age has passed? twin chimney is not a place at least not anymore that kind of thing can't last
when the block streams out falling under waters reading secret scripts and breaking down your daughters such a lonely place then for catching strangers these are fleeting glimpses of unforgotten dangers you never broke my heart that was something that you need to tell yourself sometimes that's enough I always knew that somehow you'd seek the kind of solitude that feels like forgiveness but it's never enough


Limited edition cassette tape available from: marmararecords.com


released March 8, 2013

Written, Performed, Recorded, Produced, and Mixed by Brendan Codey
Rhodes recorded at Baby Santa Studios w/ Bennett Daniels
Mastered at Full Circle Mastering by Mark Trewella


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