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"Wake Up, It's Not Over" Part​.​2

by Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures

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On Metropolitan Avenue Is where I first met you All smiles and drinks All furtive glances Hope of future sweet romances On Metropolitan Avenue We fell hard like lovers do Things moved fast Yet seemed so right Winter evenings dark but the future's bright Like bears let's hide out in here Let others have the seasons cheer We'll have the flickering pictures Warm lips and skin Lets hibernate until the spring On Metropolitan Avenue No longer feeling beat and blue On Metropolitan Avenue Is all I need to get me through On Metropolitan Avenue Is home to me because of you Let these tired feet in worn out shoes Never wander too far away from metropolitan avenue
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Unpack all your fairgrounds As you burst into a room Leave no hand unshaken There's a buffet to consume Nineteen to the dozen No sharp intakes of breath We'll all be standing in circles like this Right up to the day before our death Every conversation A trap from which you can't get free Watch every syllable as it gets away from you Stick to opinions you don't understand Defiantly Curate all of your memories Leave bags wherever you go Sure there's a sadness and yes there's guilt But no one has to know It's no longer news it's just gossip No matter how you dress it up There's a stone cottage somewhere With your name on it As long as you don't mess it up
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Everyone who tries to tear you down Wants their own real estate No thought about what used to be here Don't understand what made you great More tiny rooms in tedious towers When the beach is already full They'll be no more reasons to visit If everything is removable Come on do your worst My fists go up under a cloud of defeat Like the last days of Coney Island Like a flower pushing through the concrete There's passion in the wood of the boardwalk There's vision in this ride You can try to impose your will on the rocks But you can't turn back the tide Take out all my moving parts There's life in the old dog yet Like the last days of Coney Island Some people will never forget You men with money And guts full of salt You'll get what you deserve eventually And it'll be all your fault No one wants your property No one wants your views When faced with splendor or empty progress I know which I will choose
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You were waiting for me at the end of the boxing match I’m bloodied but far from beaten too much itch and not enough scratch You were waiting for me the day I got out of jail I wrote you every day I was inside but you only just picked up your mail and you’ll save me in the castle when the booby trap room is closing in on me to gain entrance to the basement where I’m being held you’ll distract the guards with your feminine wiles and you’ll take the controls of the plane when I have to fight off henchmen you’ll be with me at the end of the adventure as the sun starts to set all one liners and suggestive smiles and you were waiting in the getaway car after the robbery I had to pull one last caper so you and I could be free and you were waiting and we were the only ones who never stopped fighting and you’ll always spot me in a crowd if you're blindfolded or in low lighting and you’ll cover for me in the government offices when you’ll use your brains over braun you’re riding shotgun in the dodge charger as we leave the cops in a cloud of dust and when I’m lost you’ll follow the lead the detective ignored and recognize the clues I left you you’re always saving me from myself and you’re always looking out for us and you were waiting after I’d been through hell and I didn’t know you were waiting but you knew, you could see, you could tell
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Gabriel had his top down Boney M blaring from the dashboard if he had a body in the trunk who would know Gladys sweeps up the corner bar it’s 4 am and everyone’s home she could just take all the money who would know before it was too late before it was too late who would know before it was too late Graham grabs a six pack from the cooler and makes his way down to the river his girl might have gone and this could be it who would know who would know Glenda gazes lonely from the rooftop the city she loves spreads out before her like veins she could be about to unfurl her wings and fly who would know who would know before it was too late before it was too late who would know before it was too late Gavin says goodbye to his sweetheart he’s catching the 9:15 someone else on that train might be had enough who would know who would know Greta got a lottery ticket from the deli on 59th it could be a winner she might get rich who would know who would know before it was too late before it was too late who would know before it was too late
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Sea Shanty 02:58
stranded the ocean bites at my toes the sun burns my skin to a crisp have to build some kind of shelter have to figure a way out of this not much sustenance and the birds are no friend of mine drink water from the rain pools using a crab shell everything else is salty because of the brine deserted stranded shipwrecked and scared let’s sing a sea shanty to keep spirits high someone will find me someone must see the flames of the beacon against the black sky deserted stranded shipwrecked and scared what kind of man am I will I build will I hunt will I survive or will I lay down and die the nights are so lonely I sleep in cold sand it’s been months without a lover maybe I’ll meet a mermaid and she'll beckon to me to come over and maybe we live happy ever after and maybe i learn to swim and maybe she loves me unconditionally and maybe a whole new life can begin
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a calm arrangement we’re outside the mattress warehouse and it’s night time the neon light from the billiard rooms covers up the crime a solid pavement every second counts when you’re out of time feet flee lightly and out of breath gasps on the stairs we climb it’s all going wrong but at least I’m on my way home to you and tomorrow it’s all in a song and there’s far more important things for us to do there’s a haven I don’t even have to ask and you take my side another month on the lam like it was a joy ride and we’re not leaving every mistake and misdemeanor every time in the past you cried it doesn’t matter anymore the anxiety can be satisfied that was then and now I am on my way home to you you’re not a thief you’re a friend and you’ll keep me safe until the search is through they are looking down an alley when I’m already over the fence every escape plan you suggested made so much sense we’ll take this town by pleasant force we always win in the end hand in hand we’ll burn the bridges down and you’ll never hear from us again
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One Good Eye 03:01
I want to paint a picture In your one good eye Of the things you can catch In this fading blue sky Of the things you might miss Of the things that we need And the things no one mentions While they bury the lead I want to spend some moments In your one good eye While the old moving pictures Splutter and sigh While the ice cream trucks Roll on down the street Despite all this salt Under our feet What can you hear And can you tell it would take nothing For this to all go to hell But there's nothing more important Than the truth in a lie And you can find it all there Behind your one good eye I want to see myself Through your one good eye Drained of all colour But crisp and dry Would I stand up And would I survive Or would it just take a moment And I'd come alive
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you can’t believe it where did this come from what did you do what did you say one minute it’s nowhere to be found then there’s the turn around there was no hope you saw no point the future was a bulb about to burst you tasted nothing, you didn’t hear a sound then there’s the turn around the turn around the turn around I’ve been turned around what was lost has been found that’s the turn around your hand in mine your eyes widen you pull the air from my lungs it’s such a surprise to no longer be down that’s the turn around one minute I was somewhere I didn’t want to be the next minute you were standing in front of me suddenly there’s flavour suddenly there’s answers you reached in and restarted my heart the endless nights you kicked round this town and now there’s a turn around
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I'm writing it down So I don't miss a thing Amidst movies and magic And everything There's a whistle, a rumble There's an incessant breathing The aches of these rooms Stretch out cross the ceiling I'll take the books And pile them all up I'll give you somewhere To rest your cup I'll paint the walls And sing as I do I'll travel anywhere To stand beside you We are here now Who will remember All who will listen And all who remain We'll make a mark We'll dig our heels in Put up a billboard With both of our names I've counted the times Like this on one hand How this just happens When it wasn't planned Either side of the ocean In the city or wood How does something so broken Deserve all this good We are here now And what does it matter It's very important It's a reason to write We'll lie here and whisper Beneath all the clatter Out of the park And into the light
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about

Initially the plan was to just write and record songs with Jay Mayo and release a single album but then I realised that I almost had another album worth of songs on my hard drive that I had been working on separately, alone.

I contemplated just releasing it all as one big long album but they are two very different listening experiences and while definitely on the same theme, the two sets of 10 songs felt too separate to combine. It's for this reason then that there is Part 1 and Part 2. Part 1 are the 10 songs recorded with Jay and Part 2, this album, is all just me, solo.

7 tracks on this album come from a day long writing and recording session I did on Thanksgiving 2015 (although some of the lyrics were written before that day) and the other three songs were written and recorded to complete the album after I returned from recording with Jay.

Another huge thanks to Kimberly Taylor for the beautiful cover art.

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released February 11, 2016

Written, performed and produced by Jon Cross of Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures.

Copyright Om/No Productions Music 2016

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Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures New Milford, Connecticut

Songwriting and banging your instruments together

The main thing I love to do is write songs. I pick up various instruments from ukulele to piano, accordion to percussion and electric guitar to harmonica and bang them about to try and get close to the noises I hear in my head but the writing comes first. ... more

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