That's Curiosity

by John Alan Kennedy

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05:09
i found a bottle in the corner of your closet it was empty but it surely wasn’t broken i filled it up with some beleaguered shade of bourbon i placed a feather on the seal that you had broken belly up, belly up, belly up she’ll take you home but it’s a favor for your girlfriend cuz she’ll feel better if she thinks you’re built the same she’ll spin the bottle every time you run an errand she’ll spin a story every time you look away belly up, belly up, belly up (this ain’t speakeasy, no no speakeasy) it’s gettin’ mighty late you should make a real decision if you believe that bottle’s never used for heavy drinkin’ you can look away look away look away but if her kiss tastes like another shade of bourbon you should run away run away run away if you believe that beetle’s on his back just for singalong i’ve got a bottle of some bourbon, you should try it and you can swing your legs until you’re done forgettin’ and you can spin the bottle til the bugs are dead and gone belly up, belly up, belly up it’s gettin’ mighty late you should make a real decision
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Is it the moon or is it something with a dark side? Is it the sun or is it something you’d rather not shine on you? Is it your life or somebody’s plan for you? Is it your time or everyone else’s time too? Is it your blood in your veins or is it your father’s blood? Is it your father’s blood or the apes and the stars? Do you desire to reach destiny or does it feel much too far? That’s the charm That’s the choice That’s no crime That’s curiosity Is it love or just an excuse to hurt half the time? Is it to fuck or is it to share every inch every time? Is it a tragedy or is it something that happened to somebody else? Is it your first or your very very last time? Is it heaven or just hell for devils? Is it to die or to see the light for the first time? Is it heaven? Or just hell for devils? That’s the charm That’s the choice That’s no crime That’s curiosity
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on the sharp side of town there’s a hole with a fence but nothing gets through and nothing makes sense. that’s the place where i fell there was blood on my knee the glass cut clean through and looked into me. let it all in prove you’re alive then let it all go at the end of the night there’s a hole in my brain it’s deeper than deep and nothing escapes. that’s the place where i fly there are birds at my feet giraffes stumble through and the lions will eat. let it all in prove you’re alive then let it all go where the whiskey’s too sweet and the people too loud we never quite meet we’re all just too proud. there are things never said cuz nothing gets through it doesn’t make sense but that’s what we do.
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you can relax in the valley of your hope you can dance at the funeral of dreams that are no more you can watch the roll of the credits that are your life and you can watch while the mouth of the world takes you whole to an empty whore of a town you can cry til your eyeballs ache you can cling to your lover but you can’t escape you can cry bloody murder for the things you made but you’ll never leave this town you haven’t tried yet
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you always walked on the cold side of the avenue you always hid down deep in your coat you always took steps so quiet and well-measured i never thought that one day you’d keep going quick down the avenue, past the alleyway and bodega, softly through shadows as dark as your hair you reached the corner, i watched you turn your head you blew me a kiss, and then you let go slower than slow undeterred by the engines egged on by indifference or maybe your tears crushed in the intersect of horror and fear i never thought that one day you’d keep going i never thought that one day you’d be gone i never thought that one day you’d stop trying i never thought that one day you’d be gone
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There they go fifty tons of rose into your stove a kiss-off in smoke all fifty rows that my grandmother sowed. maybe i was too much? i know i’m more than most or maybe i was never even close am i deaf? am i dumb? am i way too slow? i tried to watch your show the hours flowing like tears they’d roll i guess that’s how it goes i know, i know, i know, i know who has time for this? i know, i know, i know, i know it’s so so phoney there i go fifty pounds of way too slow i guess i’ll never grow i know, i know, i know, i know i’m so so phoney i know, i know, i know, i know so so phoney

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art, music & lyrics by John Alan Kennedy
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written & recorded 2002-2018
Union City, NJ
Conroe, TX
Houston, TX

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released August 20, 2018

John Alan Kennedy - acoustic guitars, vocals, drums & percussion, balafon, harmonica, synthesizers, samplers, location recordings

mixed and mastered by JAK, 2015-2018

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