Bertram's Welcome [1st rehearsal]

An ambient piece I made for a friend who was having trouble sleeping. 

Sleeping Music

ⓒ 2005 White Pants Music BMI.
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What a mess you've left
Standing in a propped-up corpse of yourself
Could you never seem to find the wherewithal
The anatomy of a sentimental absentee
Did you move just a little more left, right
As much as I can kill, I'll dance upon your grave
For all that comes oozing out a mouth that speaks no words

This is your legacy of cowardice and urgency
How could you ever feed your children a narcissistic sandwich
And leave them all alone, only to romance what you have become
They'll have to fight for what you never had
As much as I can kill, I'll dance upon your grave
For all that comes oozing out a mouth that speaks no words

I got a bone to pick with a sycophant soaked in arsenic
And your categorical identity
It was another long ball, tossed inside the line to call
Another maiden from her destiny
As much as I can kill, I'll dance upon your grave
For all that comes oozing out a mouth that speaks no words

No longer shackled to your ball
You never gave a thought at all
A mouth that never spoke a word
Accommodating all the herds
In a flash of light your image fades
Into a deep transparent shade
And I'll be wiping down the tracks
With sweat from off your broken backs

Song For The Elders

ⓒ 2005 White Pants Music BMI.
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She said I'll turn the other cheek
And give the earth back to the meek
I could just dance around the room
In light of all impending doom
Another night another star
I'll have to waltz back to my car
After I autograph the bar
I'll give it all back to the moon

She drove it to the 'skirts of town
There would be no one else around
She said I'd rather just be dead
Than have these thoughts inside my head
A simple wish I will announce
A simple life is all that counts
Not taking pills I can't pronounce
And spending days and days in bed

Please don't leave me
I can't get along without you
Please don't leave me here
I can't get along without you
When no one knows where they are going anyway

And so he met her on the beach 
Alone and barely within reach
She said the ocean makes me feel
That maybe none of this is real
I could just sway atop the dunes
Singing Leonard Cohen tunes
Alive and finally immune
To the loneliest of deals

Please don't leave me
I can't get along without you
Please don't leave me here
I can't get along without you
You will never know
Where this all will take you
So please don't let me go
I'm not gonna let it break you
When no one knows where they are going anyway

I Can't Get Along

ⓒ 2004 White Pants Music BMI
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The needing called today
To name a place from off the top her head
No better live or dead
She said I slip through darkened streets
And everyone I meet
Will fall from top the roof
To Avenue Aloof
But won't greet the needing

And so he grabbed the wheel
To steer himself away from kneeling mother's only son
Leaving all but one
The sobbing wife within
A momentary glimpse
But in her bed she stay
No gilded April day
Could save the needing

The Needing

Zsuzsanna Eskulics - Vocal
Carolyn Pallon - Vocal
Collette Allen - Vocal
Dax Rossetti - Vocal, Guitar
John Davis - Pedal Steel Guitar
Roger Cawkwell - Flugelhorn, Trombone, Piano
Jamie Wilkins - Electric Bass
Greg Brown - Drums

ⓒ 2013 White Pants Music BMI. 

Dax Rossetti

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