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Live from the Bushwick Book Club

by Charming Disaster

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1.
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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My captain has a timber toe Pull boys pull A stranger man I'd never know Pull boys pull I'd follow him to hell and back Pull boys pull But he keeps me up when he walks the deck! Pull boys pull O deadly is my bright harpoon Pull boys pull Worth its weight in gold doubloons Pull boys pull Forged with blood and razor blades Pull boys pull 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 Pull boys pull Of cannibals and castaways Pull boys pull We work the waves without a care Pull boys pull The jaws of death are an easy chair! Pull boys pull When bunking with a cannibal Pull boys pull You’d better hope he’s had his fill Pull boys pull Make sure your hammock’s tightly wrapped Pull boys pull 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 Pull boys pull Swallowed by Leviathan Pull boys pull Imagine our first mate's surprise Pull boys pull To find the old man still inside Pull boys pull I leave a white and turbid wake Pull boys pull My destiny's my worst mistake Pull boys pull Damned and doomed I have no doubt Pull boys pull 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 Pull boys pull His death knell all too often rings Pull boys pull It’s three years since I’ve walked dry land Pull boys pull So you can read by whale oil lamp! Pull boys pull O strength and patience, cash and time Pull boys pull Don’t get tangled in the line Pull boys pull Or drat the file and drat the bone Pull boys pull You’re going down to Davy Jones! Pull boys pull Of teeth tiered sharks, O tell me not Pull boys pull Where navies rust and anchors rot Pull boys pull I'd be at home in Noah's flood Pull boys pull 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
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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...

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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 goth-folk duo based in Brooklyn, NY, formed in 2012 by Ellia Bisker and Jeff Morris. Inspired by the macabre humor of Edward Gorey and Tim Burton, the murder ballads of the Americana tradition, and the dramatic flair of the cabaret, they write songs that tell stories about death, crime, myth, magic, folklore, and the occult. ... more

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