The New Pornographers

Tuesday 03 May, 2011 at 9:12 am

A. C. Newman (Allen Carl Newman) is a Canadian singer/songwriter, known mostly for leading the band you could never talk about with your mother- The New Pornographers. Songs with intelligent/inventive lyrics are rare these days and the two you’re about to hear really deliver in that sense. The first one, The Bleeding Heart Show is an impossible blend of rock, folk, pop and ‘The Lion King’. I sounds insane but somehow it really works. The second song, Come Crash is a charming little tune that has absolutely nothing to do with pornographers (it’s taken from A. C. Newman’s first solo album) but has many other things going for it. “We should be stars and perfect tens”. We really should, you know.

The Bleeding Heart Show



I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It’s taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch ‘em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic

We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap
Watch ‘em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic

We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them, on every move
That’s when we grabbed a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic could not find
In the business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels

We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show

Come Crash (A. C. Newman)

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“That’s luck”, she led. “We should be dead.”
We eyed the wreck. “Good god”, we said.
She plants one kiss for the road on my chest.
Salvage came after we left.

Christine, come crash on my floor.

“That’s life”, she said. “We should be dead.
We should be stars and perfect tens -
And that’s just three off the top of my head
Once again, you’re a godsend.”

Christine, come crash on my floor.

“That’s truth,” she said. “We should be dead.
I should be sleeping in your bed.
Instead, I’ll crash on your floor.”

Christine, come crash on my floor.

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