Love Should Do It :: David Krejci

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Love Should Do It - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

The same thing every night
She is my moon without light
But tonight something seems especially wrong
Everything’s so long
As I hope everything is all right

Seven Less Fingers

Course I just sit by the phone
Course I just sit here all alone
And of course I can’t call her tonight
To see if she’s all right cuz
Love doesn’t matter this time

Seven Less Fingers

Love could do it
Love should do it
Love would do it
Who’s to say that it won’t
They say it’s all you need and that
Love will find a way
But for me I gotta say
It seem that it don’t

Seven Less Fingers

It’s just the night playing tricks
Im sure it’s nothing I can fix
Yes love is all around
But none of it is sound
Wish I could help her through the night

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I’m like a dog at her door
I’m like a kid with no candy in the store
She’s such a sweet, sweet sucker in the street
Trampled by feed cuz
Love doesn’t matter this time

Seven Less Fingers

Love could do it
Love should do it
Love would do it
Who’s to say that it won’t
They say it’s all you need and that
Love will find a way
But for me I gotta say
It seem that it don’t

Seven Less Fingers

The studio version:

      Love Should Do It
from The Not-So Invisible Ghost.

Monkey In a Suit :: David Krejci

Monkey In a Suit - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

The fascinating life of the misanthropic
The whirling world of the phantom, too
The whereabouts of the microscopic
The untold glory of nobody but you
The untold glory of nobody but you

Seven Less Fingers

Poke another hole with a cane into able
Speak the unspeakable cocktail tune
Try to deflect another label
Put a monkey in a suit and a coat on the moon
A monkey in a suit and a coat on the moon

Seven Less Fingers

It would be a very fine day
If I’d never ever ever ever had to say (Don’t take it the wrong way)
“I Miss you so madly but I’m happy I didn’t see you”

Seven Less Fingers

Muzzle up the midwife, castrate the king pin
Instigate a party with who knows who
Calibrate Sharon Tate, Moliere collaborate
I’d love to learn to learn to love somebody like you
Love to learn to learn to love somebody like you

Seven Less Fingers

It would be a very fine day
If I’d never ever ever ever had to say (Don’t take it the wrong way)
“I Miss you so madly but I’m happy I didn’t see you”

So, poke another hole with a cane into able
Speak the unspeakable cocktail tune
Try to deflect another label
Put a monkey in a suit and a coat on the moon
A monkey in a suit and a coat on the moon

Mistrial Mannequin :: David Krejci

Mistrial Mannequin - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

She surrenders to seven, she’s selectively sly
Lying to her is what I’d like to lie
She’s dayglo in confusion, the well and the lid
That buried illusion one night with a kid

Seven Less Fingers

She’s not evil, she’s not wicked, she’s bored with delight
She’s fending off fear by returning to fright
Don’t call her illusive or say she’s untrue
All that she wants is another point of view

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I am a creature, a specimen
She’s the sundial mistrial mannequin

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She’s a house with no tools with nothing to fix
She’s just a rabbit in search of some tricks
She’s The Count who longs to count with the dead
So calculating of all that’s been said

Seven Less Fingers

I am a creature, a specimen
She’s the sundial mistrial mannequin

None of These Things :: David Krejci

None of These Things David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

I need seven less fingers, eleven more toes, I need a new wardrobe without any clothes
Unbendable elbow, a fourth of an ear, I need a new head with a much better fear
I need a new prison with licorice bars, to place all my organs in four mason jars
I need some new sutures to sew up this sneer, need a new memory to forget what was here

Assuming my assumptions are correct, after pause to consider and time to reflect
On thought serpentine and one crucial tear, I need none of these things …

I need a new couch with buttons of skin, a mutinous crew, a bedfellow’s twin
A Queequeg, a Pip, a Starbuck, a Whale, a slingshot, some kerosene and a dark shade of pale
A princess, a baron, some more Bitches Brew to drink up on someday with Jesus and you
A penchant for posies, a Hemmingway rat, a new Brass In Pocket for my Cat in the Hat

Assuming my assumptions are correct, after pause to consider and time to reflect
On thought serpentine and one crucial tear, I need none of these things
I need all of you here

39 Reasons :: David Krejci

39 Reasons - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

At 8:17 at last I did creep,
poorly produced but profoundly asleep.
The quiet routine of life, it had gone,
ghostly forgotten like night into dawn.

What is the purpose of the quivering wag
of the the tail of the hero starting to sag?
She castanet, we noticed it not
till red became river, ripe became rot

She sang like a crocus, though they don’t sing
stung like a leper, though they don’t sting
In treble she spoke. In trouble she was.
39 reasons that all were because.

Vicious. Delirious. She was so frank.
Quelling your fears was her greatest prank.
Who can be spared a taste of the tongue
of temptation dividing diver from lung?

Children ran dancing absorbed into air.
Straight-jacket Shelia fashioned a care.
Spying on friends is a so hateful task.
Spying on lovers turns face into mask.

She sang like a crocus, though they don’t sing,
stung like a leper, though they don’t sting
In treble she spoke. In trouble she was.
39 reasons that all were because.

Hope on a Chain :: David Krejci

Hope On a Chain - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

Hope on a chain, all wax no wane, canine quinine high
Spoke on the brain Miss Doolittle good gain, Fraulein feline why?

Brake man sit with a Roald Dahl twit and a load of Vagoda rye
Baker won’t knit. Orangutan quit. Sad-song singalong sigh

Hope on a stick got some wax and a wick and a cherry Fairy float
Fat little witch digs a warm little ditch with Gary Glitter’s goat

Bella Donna Shore Pop Iggy four more Slo-mo H and an O P E
Slack little jaw is sure to shake the seesaw, do re Sing Sing me

Hope in a flake look at you and the King Cake. Jesus, please us, Christ
Satellite pong, the day is long, it’s a choral moral heist

Hope on a chain, all wax no wain, canine quinine high
Spoke on the brain Miss Doolittle good gain, Fraulein feline why?

Marionette :: David Krejci

Marionette - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

I am your marionette with a hook in my spine
You can not bury my yet, I am to undivine
With an air of resignation I follow my strings up to you
My custom has always been to follow you true

Easy to make, so fun to use
My Marionette

The logical outcomes of your convictions are gray
You tangle my twine while hoping that I can still play
I am your marionette with a pin in his heart
You choose to carry me yet, you tore me apart

Easy to make, so fun to use
My Marionette

From limb to limb I feel amazingly droll
I stagger and trip yet you laugh irrevocably whole
My boots are uncertain, my ruinous head is all wrong
You keep my dancing to a tune that isn’t a song

Easy to make, so fun to use
My Marionette

Left-Hand Pinky :: David Krejci

Left-hand Pinky - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

King Kong is a mealy little monkey
Baby Spice is a ringer and a donkey
Me oh my I’m the defender of the Slinky
And I could lift you high with my left hand pinky

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Lovey Howell likes to pretense Casablanca
Ravi Shankar likes to Ravi Shankar
Me oh my I’m so much smarter that The Thinker
I could love you better than a Henry Winkler

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I sleep better in consequence
When I forget about with circumspence

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I feel like you must about a body
If it should become a decapatatee
When you look around, what do you see?

Seven Less Fingers

If I were God I’d retire Matchbox 20
Then I’d go out and look for plenty
Me oh my then I’d call you on the telly
And tell you how I miss you so down deep inside my belly
But I ain’t God, I’m just the guy with the slinky
That could lift you high with his left hand pinky

Seven Less Fingers

I sleep better in consequence
When I forget about with circumspence

Seven Less Fingers

I feel like you must about a body
If it should become a decapatatee
When you look around, what do you see?

Pretend That I am Dumb :: David Krejci

Pretend That I Am Dumb - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

Don’t wanna talk about presents. I want to unstick all this glue
Cuz I don’t feel very pleasant. No, it’s not because of you.

Seven Less Fingers

We can’t talk in the nighttime. It’s so too far away from the sun.
Little ado about me and you when I wanna crush my candies one by one.

Seven Less Fingers

Splinter in my teeth. Melt them in my gums. Should I suck upon my thumb.
Can we pretend that I am dumb? Can we pretend that I am dumb. Can we pretend that I am?

Seven Less Fingers

Maybe we can talk about nothing. I gotta a lot I could say on that score.
Maybe we should just go do some shopping. I hear that love’s for sale at the dollar store.
I don’t wanna tell you that I love you cuz I don’t wanna tell you that I do not.
There’s only two things I could say that would be true:
I don’t like our scenery. I hate our plot. I don’t like our scenery and I hate our plot.

Seven Less Fingers

Splinter in my teeth. Melt them in my gums. Should I suck upon my thumb.
Can we pretend that I am dumb? Can we pretend that I am dumb. Can we pretend that I am?

Seven Less Fingers

Silent Night :: David Krejci

Silent Night - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

The original lyrics of the song “Stille Nacht” were written in Oberndorf bei Salzburg, Austria, by the priest Father Joseph Mohr and the melody was composed by the Austrian headmaster Franz Xaver Gruber. In 1859, John Freeman Young (second Bishop, Episcopal Diocese of Florida) published the English translation that is most frequently sung today.

Seven Less Fingers

Arrangement, transposed into minor key, by David Krejci

Dead Man’s Pocket :: David Krejci

Dead Man's Pocket

Seven Less Fingers

I took a girl from a dead man’s pocket
Brought her home with a dollar and a locket.
When I found her she was no feet four.
When I lost her she was love feet more.

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Straight away, she looked so sad
because the little lady missed her dead man, bad
She’d talk about the man that she love
and her face it would flop like a wet woolly glove

Seven Less Fingers

Gone, gone, might do you some good
If the one you love is playing for should
Gone, gone might do you some good
If the one you love is playing for should

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Soon we we’re walking in the graveyard
She’d give me a kiss, then cry real hard.
She was to me my own Audrey show
With her Jackie O coat and porcelain glow

Seven Less Fingers

Then one day she said to me
“I could love you so fine, so chemically”
My heart it did climb, like an ape
Flew like Superman til she tore my cape

Seven Less Fingers

Dead, dead won’t do you no good
If the one you love is playing for could
Dead, dead won’t do you no good
If the one you love is playing for could

Seven Less Fingers

I read in the paper about a man that’d died
He wasn’t really dead. He just had lied.
He was harbored by the enormity of his vanity.
She was betrayed by her holey sanity.

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So she went right back to the Dead Man’s Pocket.
I gave her the dollar, but I kept the locket.
Set it in my heart like a talisman
Gave her a kiss and away I ran because

Seven Less Fingers

Gone, Gone, might do me some good
If the one I love is playing for could
Gone, Gone, might do me some good
If the one I love is playing for could

Inferno Cool :: David Krejci

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Inferno Cool - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

Will you be getting high?
Will you turn off the sky?
You are my favorite work of ice.
Suspended animation
Suits you well
You are your favorite little vice

Seven Less Fingers

You drain the oceans, you dim the stars
You are a kingdom with no rule
You are the switch girl, you are they starfly
And I am so inferno cool

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You are my favorite book
Who broke her spine
And scattered her pages at the scene
I’ll love you if you, and only if you
Find a better way to be mean

Seven Less Fingers

The world of you and me is the a shore with no sea
A ship destroyed by its own hull
You look at me like a rock does a knife
Would you rather leave me sharp or dull

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You are the comic who loves the tragic
Your mind’s a flame in wonderland
Your peace is left unbroken
You’re the ring without a hand

Seven Less Fingers

You drain the ocean, you dim the stars
You are a kingdom with no rule
You are the switch girl, you are they starfly
And I am so inferno cool

Audrey and the Horses :: David Krejci

audrey-and-the-horses

Seven Less Fingers

Songs by David Krejci © 2007 Cleophone Records
David Krejci: Piano
Recorded at 1119 Cedar View Drive, June 2007

Hide of Frankenstein :: David Krejci & Lester

Seven Less Fingers

Seven Less Fingers
All songs by David Krejci © 2007 EggBag Records except So Lonely by Gordon Sumner
Seven Less Fingers
David Krejci: Vocals, Piano, Organ, Guitar, Bass, Drums
Rus Kos: Drums
Mike Wisti: Drums, Bass, Background vocals
Bill Dankert: Drums [So Lonely]
Joe Hastings: Guitar [So Lonely]