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Russian Dolls

by Mark Berube

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1.
Russian Doll 03:19
Rainbow child finds applause she takes her time, in the poplar trees the perfect girl, for a fragile world she sees it all as a Russian doll orphan song, and streetlight anthems cancer hooks, and strobe light dancing line my face, with muddy hands be my weatherwoman, for all confessions she sees it all as a Russian doll peel it off slowly your wooden armour (she looks inside and nothing else matters)
2.
Now the sun is splitting shadows as it pours through the blinds and the room is suddenly a shade of gold I can see your face lie on its side a strand of hair across your eye you flower in the early morning glow I know I've got to bring the fire home now the evening's full of chemicals and rolling jokes with strangers I find my arms tied up with the night I could fill my life with spectacle and slow dance with the shadows and give confession to a streetlight I know I've got to bring the fire home oh that day a caveman came and brought home a little hot dancing flame oh my my, oh yes yes that was the day the night took a holiday a long long holiday til sunrise now the moon is splitting shadows as it pours through the streets these early morning hours feel alone I can see your face lie on its side a strand of hair across your eye you flower in the early morning glow
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Carnival 03:42
Wrote a small time song for my neighbourhood choir for my kid at home, my band for hire found a cancer hook in a bank of songs among the da-da found some chicken wire, a plastic bag a clothesline full of golden rags found some graffiti on my China plates got a happy hammer for the refined tastes and now the school yard's clean, the basement's full of all the dandelions the kids could pull found some entitlement, some hipster swag a conversation for my vanity page and now the typewriter's dead but not the church bell song I see our future lit in the lights of Hong Kong I got my Christmas faith, the angels shine from the lips of the freeway to the shadows of... the carnival lights on the cheeks of your face, promises on the blades of your teeth carnival lights on the cheeks of your face, will you take what you will receive? found a quicksand smile, a manhole stare a mad-dog-with-AIDS alarm system 'beware' got some concrete love, a strap-on lie a pedestrian crime, the alibi got my secret world and my modern rash for the window-shopping eyes, aristocratic trash got a heart of gold, some germs of steel and I serve my excuses on banana peels so let the sunshine crash on all your private parts and if the dog's in heat, embrace the bark let's make a rendez-vous, turn the lights down low and do the cheekbone dance until the trumpets blow
4.
Ethiopia 04:01
I'll put you in my suitcase and I'll take you to Ethiopia we stood alone in the corner they put us there for what we'd done you placed a smile on the teacher she understood and let you stand now you are my favourite ghost my mother saw you in the schoolyard she told me 'bout your polished self you wore conviction on your collar you said the best is yet to come
5.
Oak Tree 03:02
A raincoat made of cotton is what I'm in for I'm sitting under a roof of leaves in a downpour there's a streetlight and its orphans in a burned out embrace as I start to feel the harvest of a cloud on my face and I sleep awake on a bench, under an oak tree as that wall, through Jerusalem breaks and separates there's Morse code and applause in the leaves above my head sending signals down below that the future's looking wet so I hold my awkward tongue as that storm tumbles around and sinks into the puddles that are bleeding on the ground
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Hard rains fell that thunder rolled I see that cloud's still here it's keeping the shade damp and cold need a little sun to appear I'm frozen in my kitchen chair the moment's holding me it's 10:15 on the radio there's a school in Mississippi where that strange old fruit in the poplar trees is still looking for a grave weatherman be kind weatherman be strong for the Mississippi prom conversations for bitter tongues the words those kids must know we can eat the fruit of pesticides we can watch the weeds that'll grow
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Hey mister, small town boy rose up like dynamite fought a fight with the gloves of a saint it made you a heavy weight for the picture perfect moment in your head Hey mister, dancing man you moved like dynamite a butterfly and kerosene a prisoner to rainbow dreams for the picture perfect moment in your head now I see you sitting on the TV screen the camera's holding ransom your privacy how do you feel at the pinnacle of man surrounded by the good, the bad, and the photograph? Hey mister, favourite son you loved like dynamite I stood outside your prison gates a child with a child's taste for the picture perfect moment in your head
10.
The mountains make me feel stupid they question all of my lies I lie here being Goliath stunned by the simple reply I find your body unfolded and drawing my hope inside and now I'm looking for escape to an unfamiliar place don't you want the same? you know you're burning through my mind it's smokey and I like it the salesman said it was deadly his time-travelling jelly bean he said it would bring us confession the sky a cartoon bouquet but the past came out of the graveyard and tomorrow became our escape I was haunted by the sound of smoke that filled my head from far far away in another century
11.
Beer Garden 01:54
Got your message last night congrats on the other gig your pockets will be more lined for now, more than we could ever give we'll cross paths on the road some beer garden backstage I'll watch you from the wings with a smile on my face bands can piss you off leave you wanting to be alone so just get me a drink and let me play for you this brand new little song

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released November 5, 2013

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Mark Berube Montréal, Québec

Montreal based singer/songwriter. Band includes Kristina Koropecki (Cello/Autoharp/Voice)

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