Tangerine

by Bill Foreman

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Culled from 4- and 2-track recordings, 1989-1994.

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released 01 July 1997
Bill Foreman, all instruments.

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tags: 4-track alternative americana folk folk-rock lo-fi rock San Diego

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Track Name: "The Snowbank's a Feather Bed"
The radio played, "it's been more than just a while--"
When the bell rang, her cup finished filling.
He stepped in the fray. A voice spoke through a smile:
"My sweet gullet's both ready and willing!"
She went in the din. The sound bubbled and rised up.
From the back crept an ill-hushed-up moaning.
He looked at her skin. It filled both his eyes up.
The pump fell. The tap spat out, foaming.
A hand cupped an ear. A slur whispered two names:
"They're both tangled, entwined, and together."
When the coast became clear, a bowl swallowed up flames.
His nose noticed a change in the weather.

From the yard came a heave. A voice spoke through a tooth-glow:
"Here's the last of a dusted endeavor!"
Smoke curled and weaved. She let in the wind-blow.
Through the mist, the song asked: "have you ever?"
A voice burst aloud. The shot grabbed her attention.
"You can choose between me and what's fuming!"
From a shape in the crowd, a call cracked the dissention:
"With some help, we'll continue consuming."
A glass ditched a grip. The goods gushed with the shatter.
Through the breaking he heard someone holler.
A voice left her lip: "there's a bloat in my bladder."
A cup passed. A hand put in a dollar.

A throat choked and fried. A lung burned, caterwauling.
The song sang: "the love we pretended."
His gut squealed and cried--it heard the can calling.
A croak wailed, "our dry throats must be mended!"
He pushed through the swarm. It hissed expectation.
From the head the line streamed to the distance.
Her eyes saw his form. It rushed her location.
Through the gate rolled a dose of deliverance.
The mob lunged the flow. The punch poured out in splashes.
A brain bathed in the flooding contently.
His hand arose slow. She let fall her lashes.
In the darkness, he brushed her hair gently.
Track Name: Walls
Hear the walls around you crumble
Let them fall away to dust
See the bones of winter breaking
As you open up your eyes
And every word you start to mumble
Each lament of broken trust
Each new step you've started taking
Steps away from hollow lies.

Peel away your bitterness
And bathe inside your sleep
There's nothing left to hold you back
You begin to slip away.
You always acted out of tenderness
Unlike the company you'd keep
But you always knew you were on the right track
And it's on that track you'll stay.

So you've picked a path of loneliness
And you move along your way
But don't forget the ones you leave behind
Or the ones you left alone.
They can't hold you in your homliness
Or decide the things you say
But they never will escape your mind
So accept them as your own.
Track Name: Time Slowed to a Crawl
Some people walk on tightropes
Other people take more difficult chance
There's some who no matter how much they think and hope
Always end up the victim of someone else's circumstances
But me, I'm just sitting in the sunshine
And you know, this makes me rather pleased.
Because I know no matter how much I bitch and whine
At least I haven't contracted some kind of mysterious disease.
Made a long distance call
Heard the wind through my window
Saw an aeroplane shoot through the sky
Time slowed to a crawl
I don't mind it a bit, though
And I don't stop to ask myself why.

Like a king surveys the land around him,
So my eyes wander up and down the street.
There's the parking meters and the car horns like trumpets sounding.
Of course, the ever-present shuffling of passers-by's feet.
Some of these people are hitting rock-bottom.
Just the same, some of them are flying high, like birds.
And troubles, well, everyone's got them
It's just that some make them worse by trying to fix them with words.
I cleaned up the hall
And the dog threw a fit
So it took him and locked him outside
Time slowed to a crawl
I don't mind it a bit, though
And I don't stop to ask myself why.

Well, every day that comes and goes is just a day gone by
And for everyone I know it's just the same.
Just because you live the occasional lie,
That doesn't mean you should live your whole life hanging your head in shame.
I just hope to let it slide, you know, that's how I hoped it would happen.
I'm never one to make a matter pressed.
When I turn on my radio, I hope to be hearing one hand clapping
And a voice that says, "stay calm, it's just a test."
I painted the wall,
Saw the street, heard the wind blow
And some strangers just passed me right by.
Time slowed to a crawl
I don't mind it a bit, though
And I don't stop to ask myself why.
Track Name: Tangerine
I'm a sight and a sound in the down part of town
Where the green, green grass disappears from the swollen ground
I steal and I speak and I stumble around
And I await for the date when my mind is unwound
In unnatural heat, I stalk the city streets
Play the pawn and await an unkind defeat
I remain in my brain to regain the sweet
While I kneel and I keel at an empire's feet.
It's a sorry thing to say
It's the dimming of the day
Soon this descendant of decay
Will reap the damage of delay
Come whatever may not or whatever may.

It's both ruthless and cruel playing a stranger's own rule
I've been brainwashed from birth in the public school
I've played the scholar and played the fool
I've bayed like a hound dog and worked like a mule
The most common of crimes cheap like nickels and dimes
Seeped inside my surroundings and made me blind
Never leaving but fading like passing time
Building up in the backstreets of everyone's mind
It's a sorry thing to say
It's the dimming of the day
Soon this descendant of decay
Will reap the damage of delay
Come whatever may not or whatever may.

I feel anger and grief to make it pointed and brief
So I stand of the sidewalk and shout my belief
I await for the date when I'll find the thief
Who has stolen this city and removed my relief
All the bits of my brain, the parts and pieces of pain
Dreams that dance in the darkness then drip down the drain
It's seeming that soon nothing will remain
How can I keep my composure in the face of the insane?
It's a sorry thing to say
It's the dimming of the day
Soon this descendant of decay
Will reap the damage of delay
Come whatever may not or whatever may.
Track Name: Trouble
Oh, here comes trouble
He struts with a swagger
That looks like he lives for his tool
He's looking your way
Yes, he's traveled this distance
To ask you to drink 'til you drool
He tries hard to smile
But his teeth crack and crumble
His face falls to pieces
He stands there to speak
And the words start to tumble
His jawbone releases
His words are all hollow like lies
But you know that he thinks you believe that they're true
You can't bear to look in his eyes
Because there's nothing looking back at you.

He tells you it's love
He wouldn't know that emotion
If it came up and pissed upon him
Says he'll pay for your drinks
And when morning has risen
You can watch him work out at the gym
You block out the sound
Because it's more than annoying,
It's mildly insulting
He can't sense your reaction
But he shuts his mouth randomly
There's a silence resulting
His gaze wanders off of your face
And it stops right below where your neck begins
You know that his head's filled with space
And his vacuousness is the least of his sins

His eyes bulge
Bursting with vanity
And bitterness
The world that he sees
Is filled with nonentities
A desolate wilderness
He's looking your way
And you're staring right back
This he hadn't expected
He can't look at you straight
All his words were mistaken
His mind misdirected
You're looking for something to say
But it can't be said politely
Not to gaze on a sight so unsightly.
Track Name: The Dance of Electricity
The hounds stopped their howling
Replaced by the wailing of machinery
The calls of the crows and the mockingbirds
Gone silent, subsiding away
The sailors now sailed to foreign places
Leave no traces, no memories behind
The urchins of alleyways
Forever now fleeting, they're drifting away
The water of wishing wells
The dust of the dreaming that's disappeared
The shining of sundown
Superseding's the dance of electricity

The trace of the outline of industry
Has permanent placed itself on the old skyline
The smoke of the twilight horizon
Has, shrouding, descended and siezed the day
The feeling of four-letter fingerprints
Impressed itself onto the outside. It's crying out,
"Wait!" Now the whole price has pushed itself
Inside of each and of all of the hollows.
The shelter of solitude
The noise of the numbers of metal days
The brightness of moonlight
In the dark of the dance of electricity

The leaves and the laughing of lily-roses
Who now can suppose who can speak in their way?
The tempo has taken its trampling
To the tears of the hallowed of higher places
The shadows of new-orphaned faces
See the spaces of lifetimes now leaved behind
In the shaking and stealing simplicity
In the trance of the dance of electricity
Track Name: No Cause for Grieving
Her footsteps move quiet like stealing
Her scent rose like smoke to the ceiling
Her dress was just barely revealing
And it captured my wandering eyes
She leaves here, her memory lingers
Feel the touch of her ice cube fingers
I've been caught by her claws and her stingers
It's as if I've been hypnotized

Her hands move, two butterflies dancing
So controlled yet so casually entrancing
I saw them last night, I was glancing
Struck dumb, waiting for a word
Smooth like a mirror reflecting
Her eyes hide her secrets protecting
One word, now she speaks. She's rejecting
The ones that would care for her.
She's stepping away
And I watch, she's leaving
She never can stay
But it's no cause for grieving

She could never pretend to be homely
Not alone, only ever so lonely
And this I could cancel if only
She'd let me get close to her
She cuts me without blades or violence
But her lips can speak nothing but silence
It's been more than just a while since
She's stepping away
And I watch, she's leaving
She never can stay
But it's no cause for grieving
Track Name: The Apocalyptic Traveler
Here he comes,
It's the Apocalyptic Traveler
The mind bender, the word twister
The dream unraveler
He's brought all his belief
And all his truths
He's torn off all their price tags
He gives them to underprivileged youths
A wedding bell, a car horn,
A cry of joy from somebody's roof
The sound echoes in his eardrum
But still he stays aloof
"But if I had my choice," he says,
"I'd have none of these things.
I'd forget my worthless pennies
And hear the silence sing.
Don't throw me away, don't tell me good-bye.
Don't put me in the fire and watch me fry.
The words that I say have started running dry.
I don't want to be a liar when my life comes running by."

There's a crack in the heavens
Can't you see it for Heaven's sake?
The mind-bender's mind is bending
He hopes to God it doesn't break
He sits upon a park bench
Like the arc of a wilted rose
Feel it in your fingers;
Catch the bouquet with your nose
"Don't throw me away, don't tell me good-bye.
Don't put me in the fire and watch me fry.
The words that I say have started running dry.
I don't want to be a liar when my life comes running by."

The Apocalyptic Traveler's thinking,
"Is all I do for the best?
If I disappeared this moment,
Would I have passed the test?"
First he's slipping, then he's clinging,
Then he starts to slip again
He knows someday something will happen
But he could not tell you when.
"Don't throw me away, don't tell me good-bye.
Don't put me in the fire and watch me fry.
The words that I say have started running dry.
I don't want to be a liar when my life comes running by."