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Exit Pesce

by Chris Koza

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leave me a token of your goodwill i'm coming outside to save my eyes leave me a broken set of silverware someday I can swear on to save my life summer is running I can hardly wait to move with the voices coming downtown say what you want no one wonders where you're going or where you've come from, what you do or what you've done since you insist maybe I'll stick around longer than I intend and maybe I'll miss this place like a wish sleep with the windows open blue as the night can be
sugarcane winters the machines hurt your fingers every year it's something else every year she's getting close saltwater splinters I dream that it enters blueprints seen in shadows every year it's getting close there's a little fear in every step every unsaid word's a secret kept away if not tomorrow, I will tell you when I rest
Tired Eyes 03:24
those are two tired eyes grains in the sands of time all done feeling bad there's two of everything tracks to keep covering all done feeling bad go on erase yourself cause you belong to the setting sun so set these separate lives set your tired eyes those are two feet of stone rocks in the gravel road all feeling heavy and the sculpture was a painting long before it came to you the painting a translation of a secret hidden view in the mouth of solitude a statue builds a sound-proof room blue skies covering the land I'm a city boy digging through the stones and sand all these constellations are the freeways and high-rise around the way set your tired eyes away
what I like to do when I see you after all these miles I would like to treat you spend my money, lay around for awhile oh, what a gloomy day, think I'll stay inside and your tape player is right by the bedside hey misses DJ is there anything you need? keep the music coming; don't even think about me tapping on my wristwatch feel searching for a hidden accelerator this is the worst part of it all I just watch fall happen, can't put it back on moving in the upstate dawn with wealthy neighbors what I'm gonna do is not say anything when you ask me questions about how I feel about you and this is the best part of it all knowing I'm closer than any other place I can recall
Exit Pesce 03:45
A ball of fire in the early dawn burning like the place she's running from this is kids' stuff; this is not for me just leave it behind so convinced with playing her own game she stood out by the highway in the rain when no one came, she sang to herself: getting by on instincts and good looks, she doesn't need advice or any books a little fish escorted by hooks: she leaves it behind she said now: get down on your knees before you die she said now: get down on your knees before you die she said: boy it's not my style to give anything a second thought well she told me this and not much more as she clicked the hammer back and took her shot A ball of fire in the early dawn burning like the place she's running from well this is kid's stuff, this is not for me
you can test a lot of waters before finding the shore I want to make sure that I know what I going there for and give a lot before getting anything in return your love's a strict principle; I've got a whole lot to learn sweet thorn in my side stay right where you are bleeding me dry taking what's yours and making it mine to save somewhere out of time things can't get much better til the get much worse some people call this a life, some people call this curse some people stock their shelves with lies and closets with skeletons but we're all made of bones; we're all wearing skin you can't collect every old stone that's been cast some hearts are made out of walls some are made out glass put your hand into the fire once more if you must burn it to ashes, burn it to dust
Pheasants 03:16
a pheasant's flight falls short a firework feathers a lone report, no reply cold and wrapped up and released a recurring black-eye in the east you deny now we're strangers in the midst of a plot with all-too-familiar twists why should I? dogs are barking kids are swearing fire hydrant's pouring out the side delivery trucks with engines running doubled parked while traffic can't decide I wish I was a photographer with a camera that would never tell a lie two crescents in a sling two halves that make a ring to divide now we trade these sorry blows two fighters who should have retired years ago but can't say goodbye
I haven't taken many chances in my life it's why I have these hard regrets like a broken-down ship trying to dock in ports and towns all filled up tugboats have pulled me aimlessly along not to say that all I've done is frozen in mid-step the blood inside my body is still warm it's why the thought of sitting still, of staying put with time to kill is murdering my passion while I find that you can't hide or stop from moving and there's the tide: it's coming in or going home my heart is not alone in longing for the colors of the distant shore I don't think we have enough states in this land it's time we probably added a couple more for silver spoons with etched-on names and truckers crossing golden plains and all the flag-makers still looking for work and in time a hundred states will be embarrassingly few and all the states will further separate til souths have norths and norths have souths and people finally close their mouths start governing themselves, and wonder what to do with their own thoughts a curtain call and twenty-one shots dying like a soldier, staring at the sky and longing for the colors of the distant shore truth is like a cousin whose picture's on the wall smiling at the certain unchanging age but when they finally meet again, that picture is a scowling man a distant relative of what was once now I hear you get to make a last request something with that strange and final breath somewhere there's a bus to catch in south dakota where the stars stretch and daylight fades and sunsets lay to rest the rage of youth like a rotting oak or sweet vermouth there's something left, and it leaves me drifting along longing for the colors of the distant shore
Brighter Day 01:27
even though I know that I'm hopeless someone can find a way make it back home on nothing, make it home to see a brighter day I've been nearly knowing all the things you've read letters that you've sent me and the things you've said have opened up my mind, and opened up my heart even though I know that I 'm lucky, you could find another way and that's probably what makes me love you: to know that I won't see a brighter day


released October 15, 2004

Engineered and mixed by: Chris Koza
Additional engineering by: Adam Lazlo
Mastered by: Tom Herbers
(c) 2004 Chris Koza, ASCAP Little Radios


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Chris Koza Minneapolis, Minnesota

Both solo and with his band Rogue Valley, Chris Koza has supported and shared the stage with artists such as Brandi Carlile, Ingrid Michaelson, The Jayhawks, Neko Case, Kathleen Edwards, Dan Wilson, Stephen Kellogg, This is the Kit, and Tift Merritt, among others. His song (Rogue Valley) The Wolves and the Ravens was featured in Ben Stiller’s film The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. ... more

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