100th Feature (Part 3)

Sunday 06 May, 2012 at 8:12 am

The third and final part of Stars Uncharted’s 100th feature celebration. Earlimart (double dose), The Decemberists and To Kill A King. Here’s some sweet ear candy for you:

Time For Yourself / Earlimart

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You said buying time is useless
When all of the loose ends
Get you tied up in knots
It isn’t a question
But more a suggestion
That you’re supposed to move on

If apathy befalls you
And nobody calls you
To see if your heart is alright
The operation will end the frustration
Removing the blinders to fly

That we didn’t see the problems
Up until the point that we solved them
Maybe if we hadn’t looked out on the ocean
We wouldn’t have fallen in
Now there’s a letter on the shelf,
Baby you need time for yourself
I’ll give it to you
All the rest seems to logically follow

So when your station calls you
Please don’t let me stall you
Inside I was always prepared
‘Cause when we’re together,
In rainier weather,
Clouds made our vision impaired

So we didn’t see the problems
Up until the point that we solved them
Maybe if we hadn’t looked out on the ocean
It wouldn’t have parted, oh
And now the letter on the shelf says
Baby you need time for yourself
I’ll give it to you
Don’t remember how all of it started

No, we didn’t see the problems
Up until the point that we solved them
Maybe if we hadn’t looked out on the ocean
We wouldn’t have fallen in
Now there’s a letter on the shelf,
Baby you need time for yourself
I’ll give it to you
Yeah, the rest seems to logically follow, oh oh

Bloody Nose / Earlimart

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Tell me a lie, tell me a story.
Tell me anything, don’t you worry.
Tell me about the booze and the Bowery,
And all about the drugs in the morning.

I’ve seen your face before,
Though I didn’t recognize
‘Til you walked out the door.
And I’ve seen that face before,
Now I’ll always wonder why,
Don’t know me anymore.

We’ll take the car down the highways,
We won’t get fooled by the bad days.
And all the money we took from the last one,
Clean your bloody nose in the bathroom.

I’ve seen your face before,
Though I didn’t recognize
‘Til you walked out the door.
And I’ve seen that face before,
Now I’ll always wonder why,
Don’t know me anymore.

I’ve seen your face before,
Though I didn’t recognize
‘Til you walked out the door.
And I’ve seen that face before,
Now I’ll always wonder why,
Don’t know me anymore.

Bloody Shirt / To Kill a King


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My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist / The Decemberists

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My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
In pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground.
And she met my father
At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
He was disguised as a Russian cadet
in the employ of the Axis.
And there in the half-light
Of the provincial midnight
To a lone concertina
They drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf
And the fall of the Reich.

My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
And left for the cattle
But later was found by a communist
Who’d deserted his ranks
To follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
I get letters sometimes.
They bought a plantation
She weeds the tobacco
He offends the nation
And they write, “Don’t be a stranger, y’hear.”
“Sincerely, your sister.”

So my parents had me
To the disgust of the prostitutes
On a bed in a brothel.
Surprisingly raised with tender care
‘Til the money got tight
And they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game
Of high stakes canasta.
But he made me a sailor
On his brigadier ship fleet.
I know every yardarm
From main mast to jib sheet.
But sometimes I long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery.