sitting next to brian / the wrong tree

Track Listing:
1. It's really Coming Down
2. Red-eyed Reasons
3. Now She Won't Come Near Me
4. Cloudy Silver
5. Jean Duchesne
6. Imaginary Audience

Credits:
Brian Marchese: leead vocals, drums, percussion, guitar, keyboard, claps
Henning Ohlenbusch: guitar, keyboards, bass, vocals, claps
Jason Bourgeois: bass, keyboards, vocals, claps
Thane Thomsen: keyboards, vocals, claps
with Lesa Bezo: vocals, claps

Produced by Henning Ohlenbusch and Brian Marchese
Recorded and Mixed by Henning Ohlenbusch at Rub Wrongways Studios
Mastered by Dan Richardson Up in the Basement
Design by Max Germer and Brian Marchese
Paintings by Scott Alden
Photography by Max Germer, Henning Ohlenbusch, and Jodi Nicholas

Lyrics: (to be formatted soon!)

It's Really Coming Down Any boy could be the Bard of his street when he's got no power, got no heat He can't feel his fingers or his feet He's turning time into a song Any man can question his career When the ghost whispers in his ear And the angels scream "get out of here" he's turning time into a song That I can't sing, So I'll try to do the free-range thing And tell you honestly Of my false-modesty If you find me so sincerely glib, I assure you if my bones DID break, I'd show you a yellow, Teflon happy face And curl up in a margarine bed I'm still mulling over what you said: "If you build too high, then they won't come, If you shoot too much then they won't run" Now, it's really coming down That I can't sing, So I'll sit and ponder all the things That I chose to take The fact that I didn't break Red Eyed Reasons You're something like something I need Who knows when the real day will come? Can't reside inside your purr so I'll write a chapter or two as my conscience will have me do Get me off this subject quick 'cos these red-eyed reasons don't flatter you You're something like something I need Who knows when the real day will come? Icy clues carved in the snow About how some knots get tied How when we're not looking they're tied And newfangled webs will weave their way around our necks as we sleep Now She Won't Come Near Me Now she won't come near me, and it really isn't too surprising Now it's really clear and I'm only finally realizing What will they talk about when we're done hanging out? No one talks about the moon when it's new All your friends would rather you stay lonely Cause when you're happy no one talks about you Could you guess all the trouble I'd cause you? The trouble happens when you look away Look again and my toothy grin is there for you I've been smiling just to keep others from talking about me That's when I knew she'd had enough When the song she'd sing said horrific things: My eyes don't stand up to scrutiny, so keep the light off Still I'll talk about you after we've parted But it's like triple nickles on the dime I heard the other shoe drop clear across town 'cos last Saturday morning was my time It was a beautiful mask when it fit well But lubricated by a slip of a the tongue So it fell off while I was drawing a big blank And as I exited I slipped down a rung That's when I knew she'd had enough When I made my point she knocked it out of joint My words don't stand the test of time, so keep the sound up Now I try to call her, and she only starts to holler, well I really didn't think that it would last long Now she won't come near me.... Cloudy Silver When I see you squinting through the summer When I hear that you've come off your runner... That's when the guards grab their night sticks That's when they start craving lipstick See all the kids sniffing Glue-stick Trying to talk to their Chap Stick They're banging their drums with a matchstick They're drinking Champagne with a chopstick It's not that I want a new toy It's just these batteries need a charge When I see that cloudy silver lining I remember to take it as a sign.. That we're not cut from the same cloth Just 'cos we met drinking from the same trough And when it's really a struggle Well that's why I learned how to juggle There's something I want to confess, so my stomach's like a nervous vessel: It's not that I want a new toy But the kid next door just looks so smug I am calling from Monterey just to say... I am calling from Buzzards Bay just to say... I am calling from Santa Fe just to say.... What a wonderful world it is. When we hear them laughing in the shower When we see them come home at strange hours When I see that cloudy silver lining I remember to take it as a sign.. That we're not cut from the same cloth Just 'cos we met drinking from the same trough And when it's really a struggle Well that's why I learned how to juggle There's something I want to confess, so my stomach's like a nervous vessel: It's not that I want a new toy But this one keeps landing in the next yard Jean Duchesne Black Coffee and Cracked Stucco Were treading on a full moon dawn A plan I wasn't in on, Where jokes were cracked, but faces drawn I looked down and saw the vista The rooftops need a constant fix Out back he's winning favors He throws his hand in to the the bricks Jean Duchesne is gone Jean Duchesne was wrong And the deal is done Credentials and Deep Pockets You'll hear them shooting in the air You'll see no rolling heads there Thick fingers and the sound is spare Jean Duchesne is gone Jean Duchesne was wrong And the theater yawns... The shopkeep got his key back The key was where it's always been With a fine point and a Moleskine You can't compete with discipline Imaginary Audience When the light hit my face some let go of their burdens and fears but some got uptight some became overjoyed and jumped up to embrace someone they'd been avoiding all night it's funny to me, but it's easy to see that you're already gone Then a murderous jealousy floated on shoulders towards me so I looked away Saw another begin to rehearse what he'd say in his resignation speech the next day it's funny to me but it's easy to see that you're already gone it kills me to have to crash and restart but I'll stop lying and tell you what's good for my heart Imaginary Audience, we've always been the closest friends Other Life Wife, we haven't aged a day together And you made me miss my train again I'll keep hiding from the man I beat up and left for dead at Disneyland But into my room at 3am he was thrown No way he'll be leaving on his own it's funny to me but it's easy to see that you're already gone

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