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Rough and Rowdy Ways

from Just Songs by Tristan Zaba

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Hold it right there, I wanna be here for you now.

Without a shred of significance,
I’m squirming around
Hearing you narrate the end of times
In the midst of what’s going down.

Brought me to life without a bit of a reason
In the dawn of brimstone and the end of all seasons.

Without a shred of significance,
I’m squirming around
Hearing you narrate the end of times
In the midst of what’s going down.

Don’t know your voice, and if I want it or not.
It reminds me of things I might have forgot,
Takes me back to Boccaccio and Minneapolis.

Without a shred of significance,
I’m squirming around
Hearing you narrate the end of times
In the midst of what’s going down.

The scene of the crime and desperate measures,
The disappearing act, and other treasures.
Rough and rowdy ways for things that have failed
In the gentle ones of bygone days.

Without a shred of significance,
I’m squirming around
Hearing you narrate the end of times
In the midst of what’s going down.

And I’m here in my apartment
Singing songs for myself,
With the poetry of Tiger King
Surrounded by disassembled shelves,
Laughing and crying, and lying, and trying
To be what I will be from this day on.
Laughing at the seriousness of this stupid charade,
Crying at the ridiculousness of the old and new gods,
Lying that I’m the only one untwisted from knots,
Trying so hard to know someone I’m not,
And things, you know, they’re getting better,
But things, you know, they’re fucking hard
To summarize in 280 characters,
If that’s possible at all.
Maybe leave that to Nazis.
It’s reducing us with the gravy to machines keeping this shit ongoing,
For the benefit of someone who makes a living
Calling bluffs but never suggesting
Solutions to problems his blithering, fascistic self,
But coming back to the original point...

Without a shred of significance,
I’m squirming around
Hearing you narrate the end of times
In the midst of what’s going down.

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from Just Songs, released July 27, 2020

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Tristan Zaba Toronto, Ontario

Canadian composer, performer, and producer.

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