Recorded @ Albatross Studios, 2008 by Mike Wisti © Cleophone Records 2009

Songs by David Krejci

David Krejci: Vocals, Piano, Organ
Nick Larsen: Percussion, Bass [In the Cemetery]
Mike Wisti: Trumpet
Elaine Evans: Violin, Clarinet

VINYL: $15

CD:$10:

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

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

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

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

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

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

The studio version:

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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