Live from the Bushwick Book Club

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Three original Charming Disaster songs inspired by books, recorded live at the Bushwick Book Club.

More about Bushwick Book Club: www.bushwickbookclub.com

More from Charming Disaster: www.charmingdisaster.com

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released September 3, 2017

All songs written and performed by Ellia Bisker & Jeff Morris.

Cover image: "Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests" (Luke 9:58), Great Canterbury Psalter, Canterbury ca. 1200 (BnF, lat. 8846, fol. 3v).

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Charming Disaster Brooklyn, New York

Charming Disaster is a musical duo based in Brooklyn, NY, formed in 2012 by Ellia Bisker and Jeff Morris. Inspired by the gothic humor of Edward Gorey and Tim Burton, the noir storytelling of Raymond Chandler, the murder ballads of the Americana tradition, and the dramatic flair of the cabaret, they write songs that tell stories about love, death, crime, ancient mythology, and the paranormal. ... more

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Track Name: Pull, Boys, Pull (Moby-Dick)
My captain has a timber toe
A stranger man I'd never know
I'd follow him to hell and back
But he keeps me up when he walks the deck!

Pull boys pull

O deadly is my bright harpoon
Worth its weight in gold doubloons
Forged with blood and razor blades
The devil himself won't get away!

Pull boys pull my babies
Snap your spines in two and twenty
Devil may care that's just as well
Pull for the back of the great white whale

Pull boys pull

A crew of mongrel renegades
Of cannibals and castaways
We work the waves without a care
The jaws of death are an easy chair!

Pull boys pull

When bunking with a cannibal
You’d better hope he’s had his fill
Make sure your hammock’s tightly wrapped
Or he might take a finger for a midnight snack!

Pull boys pull my babies
Burst your lungs for a cask of brandy
Tell-tale compass points straight to hell
Pull for the back of the great white whale

Pull boys pull

Now Jonah was a wicked man
Swallowed by Leviathan
Imagine our first mate's surprise
To find the old man still inside

Pull boys pull

I leave a white and turbid wake
My destiny's my worst mistake
Damned and doomed I have no doubt
I'm gnawed within and scorched without!

Pull boys pull my babies
Are you fast or are you loose fish
Watch for the spout & the mighty tail
Pull for the back of the great white whale

Pull boys pull

A whaleman’s life is a fragile thing
His death knell all too often rings
It’s three years since I’ve walked dry land
So you can read by whale oil lamp!

Pull boys pull

O strength and patience, cash and time
Don’t get tangled in the line
Or drat the file and drat the bone
You’re going down to Davy Jones!

Pull boys pull

Of teeth tiered sharks, O tell me not
Where navies rust and anchors rot
I'd be at home in Noah's flood
Salty water's In my Blood!

Pull boys pull my babies
Clinched to desks and nailed to benches
Take to the ocean and trim the sail
Pull for the back of the great white whale

Pull boys pull my babies
Keep your weather eye wide open
Sing out hearties without fail
Pull for the back of the great white whale
Track Name: What Is The Point of Being Loved (Geek Love)
The birds of the air have their nests
The foxes of the ground have their holes
But the son of man hath nowhere to rest his head
The son of man hath nowhere to go

There is no surge without the risk
Amazed and scared I give you this
Ten little boys a white voice choir
My dreamlet doves my butterflies

I've seen the tigers their fangs in each other's throats
The sizzling heat of their shadowed hides
Toreadors with their flags pumping slow
Stringing tractor boys tighter than banjo wire

Lovely you are and oh so kind
To tender young ravening lions
You're disappearing bit by bit
There's nothing left for me to grip

Chorus:
What is the point of being loved
To warm your backbone in the dark
Exploding feathers and black blood
A meshing bloodstream separate hearts

Our strangeness caused us no fear
We made our own air and we carried it with us
Created a rarified atmosphere
Of hot sugar, lube grease and dust

The redheads read their magazines
Look up from hot popcorn machines
What happened to our Crystal Lil
She's cracked inside, asleep on pills

(Chorus)

Remember my dear
It was in our first year
Before our little roses came along
You jumped in the geek pit
And as I bit off their heads
You sang a Schubert song

A true freak cannot be made
My heart is a hive of electric bees
I have fallen into the big cat cage
And the tigers are brushing their hot length against me

What is the point of being loved
To warm your backbone in the dark
Exploding feathers and black blood
A meshing bloodstream separate hearts

The birds of the air have their nests
The foxes of the ground have their holes
But the son of man hath nowhere to rest his head
The son of man hath nowhere to go

What is the point of being loved...
Track Name: What Do You Do With a Corpse (Edgar Allan Poe)
Did you ever have a day when you're trying to drink
And your favorite cat walks in and your tiny heart sinks
Because just yesterday you hung it from a string
And now your wife's in the way when you got an axe you're trying to swing

Did you ever meet someone with a filmy blue eye
And when he looks at you, it's kinda hard to describe
You even like this man, but you know he's got to die
So you carry out a plan in the middle of the night.

Do you chop it up
And burn the bits
Or throw it in a well or
Do you pack it in a box and ship it
Dig a grave down in the cellar
What do you do with a corpse
Don’t you worry about the smell
And also how do you know
When someone’s dead
Sometimes it’s hard to tell

When your friend’s beloved sister dies one tragic afternoon
Do you hold off on the burial and lock her in a room
On a dark and stormy night when she rises from the tomb
You will realize she was only in a cataleptic swoon

When you have a little problem you don’t want folks to find
Or perhaps you’ve been insulted and revenge is on your mind
Just go down to the basement in the back behind the wine
Consider some home masonry to cover up your crime

Do you chop it up...

One morning in cool blood
I stopped the drumbeat of a heart
And never have I slept so very well
You know I am not mad
Because my senses are acute
I can hear things in heaven earth and hell

Were you ever taken over by that fiend intemperance
Were you ever so influenced by that gin-nurtured malevolence
To offer your own wife a taste of personal violence
Till you know you have destroyed all hope of God's mercy or innocence

Don't you hate it when a sick man's in your mesmerizing gaze
And though he passes in the night, you got him twitching for many days
And then he gives you a nasty fright when he croaks "let me die please"
Once you release him from his state he turns to goo like marmalade

Do you chop it up...

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