Seven Less Fingers :: David Krejci

artwork by matt kiss
Cover art by Matt Kish

Seven Less Fingers

Recorded @ Albatross Studios, 2010-11 by Mike Wisti © Cleophone Records 2009
Seven Less Fingers
Songs by David Krejci
David Krejci: Vocals, Piano, Organ, Guitar, Cleophone, Violin
Rich Waryan: String bass, Cello, Viola
Karen Krueger: Violin, Viola, Hardinger
Steven Clay: Tuba
Mike Wisti: Trumpet
Teri Firkins: Background Vocals
John Crist: Drums
Martin Wolfe: Percussion
Andy Novak: Percussion
Morris Engle: Orchestral Snare
Nick Larsen: Drums [Processional]

Cover art by Matt Kish

VINYL: $15




Choke-A-Cola – David Krejci

Chokeacola - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

A little chokeacola is my favorite drink
I love to spend my evenings on the bright side of the brink
The pillowcase is scented, the sugar so invented
Such a funny way to keep your nose to the floor

An ounce of you and then I’m done
Just thinking ’bout you baby is half the fun
The way you kick your shoes, I would gladly pay my dues
You’re fizzle and your sweet and you’re so fun to pour

My little chokeacola, my rainy day Dear
Oh how I wish you we’re here
My Soho soul, my pretty pink coal
I don’t need you. You don’t need me.
But how I love how we need we

My little chokeacola has a cocaine stare
A fear of falling and purple hair
I, a taste for plastic, and everything fantastic
When it’s three a.m. I’m William Shakespeare

Let’s take a walk down Mulberry Street
I know it’s March, but I can feel the heat
I’m a mediocre Ford, but I can silence any chord
My cotton may be rotten but my candy is queer

My little chokeacola, my rainy day Dear
Oh how I wish you we’re here
My so whole soul, my pretty pink coal
I don’t need you. You don’t need me.
But how I love how we need we

A little choke-a-cola is my favorite drink
I love to spend my evening on the bright side of the brink …

It’s a Very Funny Day :: David Krejci

It's a Very Funny Day - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

Celebration of a massacre. The hocus pocus of a downtown blur.
It’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s a very funny day.

Spare ribs and a broken car. Why do I sit upon this star?
It’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s a very funny day.

Call me a fuse, I don’t mean to fight.
Bury all the bodies by no moon light.
Hope the bark don’t mean no bite.
You can’t get high without a kite.

Wanna tell the world that one is two.
Nobody can know it’s true.
I hate, I loathe, I despise a very funny day.

Wanna join me on this stage? Have to join me in my rage.
I love, I love, I love a very funny day.

Call me a fuse, I don’t mean to fight.
Bury all the bodies by no moon light.
Hope the bark don’t mean no bite.
You can’t get high without a kite.

If I Give You Twenty Dollars :: David Krejci

If I Give You Twenty Dollars - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

If I give you 20 dollars would you break my heart right now?
I know you’re gonna do it anyhow
So let’s get it over, over right now
If I give you 20 dollars would you break my heart right now?

Seven Less Fingers

If I give you 30 dollars would you do it nice and clean?
It’s taken so much less to be more than mean
So let’s get it over, over right now
If I give you 30 dollars would you do it nice and clean?

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If I give you 40 dollars would you buy me a fair-thee-well?
You can go to the mall and I can go to Hell
So let’s get it over, over right now
If I give you 40 dollars would you buy me a fair-thee-well

Seven Less Fingers

Well, wait a minute, baby. I only gotta dollar bill
Guess I’m gonna have to wait for me to buy my thrill
We can’t get it over, gonna have to wait
I said I can’t get it over, I’m gonna be late
No we can’t get it over, so how bout a date?

Seven Less Fingers

Or, maybe tomorrow, I give you 20 dollars and you break my heart right now?

Banfield Bomber :: David Krejci

Banfield Bomber - David Krejci

Seven Less Fingers

Rubber bands, #2 pencils
Crepe paper and a lot of glue
Dirty looks, dirty lockers
Lots of linoleum to slip up on you

Lunch ladies with monkey fingers
Orange soda and million things in piles
Galileo, Leather Tuscadero
The sun through the window eclipsed by your smile

The music teacher, the shaky Miss Shirva
Said ‘button your lips and walk in single file’
My lips are now frozen and I did file for single
Still I’ve seen nothing like the sun done in by your smile

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

Seven Less Fingers

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

Seven Less Fingers

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

Seven Less Fingers

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

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?

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