[2011] Tables/Chairs cover of Joy Division's Ceremony. Recorded @ Electric Blue by C. Zimmerman (Tables/Chairs). This will be released this fall as part of the upcoming LP.

[2011] Ceremony (Joy Division cover)

and it arrives, 
don't you leap when the sky,
falls out and rides a rocky mind, 
wouldn't you like to know
how the  trains keep pulling through, 
and on, and on, and on, and on again?
i'll never know,
only a chance to feel, 
all i offer is the chance to mean its real, 
out of a hole, into something new.
wouldn't you like to choose?
have the chance to be around,
i'm not the one to drag you down,
as your feet just leave the ground, 
and tumble you around, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round
i'm too deep to hear or see, 
but flying down, 
all we're doing, 
is to seek the peace here,
to burn on down, 
out of your head.
wouldnt you like to choose?
of demands in which your fingers--
god, i lose them all the time--
i scratched your name into a wall, 
wouldnt you like to fall?
wouldnt you like choose?
hold your name up high, 
and stretch your arms as wide as they can use.
wouldnt you like to choose?
wouldnt you like to choose?




Wouldn't You Like To Fall?

Another little morsel from the upcoming album in the works.

Leaky Little Eyes

TALOS

Been months to the day since you went away, 
and my bed it still smells like your dress, 
of rose-hips and ivy, I know I've been blessed 
by the seraph who curates this mess.

Ascend into heaven, with Icarus wings, 
the wax melts, she descends to the street.
And in her blue eyes I spot tape machines and watch-gears
and springs that fall loose from their seats.

He breaks most his mornings, 
with quinine and aloe, 
he starts most his days on the roof.
To stare at the sun, in your time you'll go blind, 
I can promise you this, I have proof.

The motorcade has shut down, 
the crowd disperses west,
menacing shouts through the poisonous gas, 
you traipse through the doorway, 
you're looking for a better catch, 
you sing la-da-da-da

[Chorus]

You're not supposed to be here,
just go out and weather the storm, 
Or stay in your bedroom, 
where my love and arms will keep you warm, 

And when you come back here, 
know I won't be a friend.
We'll waltz in the moonlight, 
I'll offend


Dear where might you be, 
I don't want to know, 
But can't stomach the feeling not knowing. 

The calls don't come in, 
the signals been shot, 
and as causal as I try to be, 
it's still showing.

You drink in your dress, 
and hysterically laugh, 
theres a war going on in this place

and by hand or by god, 
by death or by pity, 
you swore that you'd find your way from this city

[Chorus]
You're not supposed to be here, 
Just go out and weather the storm, 
Or stay in your bedroom, 
where my love and arms can keep you warm,

And when you come back here, 
Girl, I cannot be your friend, 
I'll waltz in the moonlight, 
I'll offend

[Album Preview] Testament One (B-Side-Single Mix)

New track from the new LP "The Origin of Sinners".

The Ramparts of Jazz [2012]

I wish I could be around to tear pain from your eyes,
Rub shoulders, 
Bump elbows, 
Touch tongues, 
Disguise.

Pull all the drugs from your blood, 
Keep your mother at bay, 
Your dealer, 
Your pusher.

Protector,
Exotic hero, 
I 'd rip up the curtains, 
Fill dark rooms with lightning.

Stark realizations on paint colors, 
unseen and despised.

Its dark, 
Show me the way,
Rush away,
And watch it fade.

Show me again, 
Put it away, 
I'd watch it fade.

Watch red rush away, 
Blue here to stay.

And it messed up your argument.
Put it out like sheets ablaze.
Sliced across your your arms, 
It makes you burn bucks to make the reading delay.

Hope your sentimental situation, 
Causes no anger with the authorities, 
burning leaves, turn and leave, just turn and leave.

Watch blue rush away, 
All the colors will fade.
We'll launch the day, 

Watch blue rush away, 
All colors will stay.

I see through the tenement of love and glory, 
Yearning out of your old story.
Books and books you read the paper morning, 
She moves operations to the east coast, 

Falling out seats, 
My situation, 
Congratulations, 
You're burning relations, 

This I know, you'll back down from this life, 
You claw and you scratch all through the night.

Watch blood rush away, 
Leave books in a fray, 
Your colors display.

I wish I could be around to take the pain from your eyes, 
Rub shoulders, 
Bump elbows, 
Touch tongues.
Bend the disguise.

I'd pull all the drugs from your blood and your body, 
I'd keep your mother at bay, 
Your pusher, 
Your preacher, 
Your tonal derision, 
Protector, 
She moves like situations that come to stay,

Let blood rush away, 
Bodies refrain, 
Push it all in, 

Rise and fall.
Rise and fall.





Your Colors Display [2013]

Let her go, 
Burn the bridges where they stand, 
I see back in a darkened hallway,
Crawl your way to bed.

Bleed, I bleed on everyone.
Theres no way back til you hear the sound of voice, 
as it moves your head right out of your home.

Let him burn,
Let her go,
And torch my eyes, 
It'll tear out your smiles and guns, 

Bleed on re-entry to the sun, 
Theres no way back and you hear the sound of your neck, 
As it snaps back out of your home.

Let her kiss on the soft spot of your mind,
I swear to god she said it won't hurt,
But it stings you every time.

Try to kill the pain, 
Hitch the wrong way to the train,
Tear up in a public place, 
And hide your face while the wine seeps into your blood.

Let him burn, 
Let her go,
And torch my eyes,
It'll tear out your your smiles and guns,

Bleed on re-entry to the sun, 
No way back, you've snapped your neck, 
and now you've let us into your blood.

Let her burn, 
And let her go, 
And torch my eyes,
It'll tear out your smiles and guns.

Let her hit, with re-entry to the sun,
Theres no way back, you've snapped your neck, 
And asked her to wind into your blood.

Let her burn, 
Let her go,
Torch your eyes, 
She'll tear out your smiles with guns.

Bleed, on re-entry to the sun, 
Let her lay her head in your lap,
And wonder while the wine seeps into her blood.






Terrier [2013]

Censor Myself [2013]

She got bought out in Springfield.
Left her suitcase and her Drum.
Open a field of visions to you, 
In many months to come.
Wait on the months to come.

When we need to wrestle the heartache, 
She delivers from afar.
Forced eyes gleam, over the scene, 
That I don't glean; this part.
No, I can't see that far.

Springfield alley, by way of shooting her in the ovaries,
So, theres not much I could do without you here to hold.

She got married on a summer's night, 
While we washed our noses in the Washington Monument, 
Crackheads taking a bath.
While Baltimore sang pretty, little, and beautiful,

Told me to lay down and die.
And she told me to stop drinking and drive right, 
She told me told me to stop drinking and drive.
Right behind the wheel of a large automobile, 
I had every last intention to die.
Every last intention to die.

All of the details and nothing to go on, 
I had every last intention to die.

As she moved on as she had before, 
She said, "I want to marry a man"
She called me, "anyone"

For someone losing their accolades forever, 
there was never enough news to go around
But I think its cause of junkies in a junkie town, 
Oh no, It never went around.
She'd never been around.

Roller Derby Sweetheart Pt. 7 (LA to Illinois-Baltimore to DC) [2013]

Shitty song recorded on a sunday outside.

Oncoming Traffic (shotty demo)

tables/chairs is still active. tables/chairs still exists.

tables/chairs music is produced, performed, and recorded by 
C. Zimmerman

tables/chairs is a louisville based music project that has existed in many incarnations since 2005. 

Other contributing artists have included Mark Dorf and Michael Szetela

All Tables/Chairs artwork by 
C. Zimmerman

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