As We Sadden Each Other to Sleep

by Elizabeth Bruce

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released February 3, 2013

Songs by Elizabeth Bruce
Voice, piano, organ, and trumpet performed by Elizabeth Bruce
Bass by Clayton Kennedy
Drums by Jeremiah Mitchell
Banjo by Oliver Nowak
Violin by Cassandra Norton

Recorded by Kees Dekker at the Treatment Room
Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market

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Track Name: Party for my Friends
I am throwing a party for my friends, and you are not invited.
I am throwing a party for my friends, and you will not be there.


You wear the wrong clothes.
You've got a ring in your nose.
You shop at second hand stores, and it shows.
Track Name: Rockstar
m so afraid you're gonna make me cry
Everyone knows I wanna be a rockstar
But I'm so afraid I'm gonna make you laugh
By putting down on paper my deepest desires

Like tearing the wings off those stick-thin pixies
Who flit around Crescent Street like honey for bees
Put on some clothes dear, before you freeze
You're too sweet for me

I'm so afraid you're gonna make me cry
Everyone knows I wanna be a rockstar
But I'm so afraid I'm gonna make you laugh
By putting down on paper my deepest desires

Like taking the social out of social butterflies
And seeing how well they like life as a moth
Lurking in shadows while praying for light
'Cause they have no life
Track Name: Un Peu Plus Intime
He said, "It's like a wound, it bleeds."
She said, "Don't be afraid. It's maybe, just un peu plus intime."

Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme
I am an accomplice to deceit

She said, "You're like a skeleton... one step closer to death."
He said, "Don't be afraid. It's maybe, just un peu plus intime."

Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme
I am an accomplice to deceit
Track Name: The World is Full of Beautiful People
The world is full of beautiful people.
Jealous of the beautiful girls,
But I'm just like everybody else.

Why must you be passing fair?
I'm merely passing strange.
Jealous of the musical girls,
But I'm just like everybody else.

The world is full of beautiful people.
Track Name: Pissing Games
I can't write my name in the snow
I can't shoot it very far
But I don't care to play your academic pissing games

Thighs that are open make hips that are bigger
And that's a good thing
You know there's a hot bod 'neath that thick wool sweater
And that's why you like her, innit?

I can't hold it in for days
It's walnut-sized, some say
But I don't care to play your musical pissing games

Thighs that are open make hips that are bigger
And that's a good thing
You know there's a pretty face 'neath that mess of brown hair
And that's why you like her, innit?
Track Name: We Grow
Everybody can be a tree.
You can be my tree,

And we can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.

It is a posture of compassion
And learning to fall gracefully.
We can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.

She told the truth about her Scrabble game.
"I like to play with two other guys."

"You see, there is this one recovering Christian boy.
It's my solemn duty to lead him astray."

We can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.
Track Name: Waiting for my Ship to Arrive
I have a hard time waiting for my ship to arrive.
What will it mean?
It won't mean anything to me.

I have a hard time waiting for those pigs to fly.
What will it mean?
It won't mean anything to me.
Track Name: Bleeding Hearts
Some say you're ugly
No, but you shine
Like a shadow's shadow

Please incubate my egghead
It could put a stop to my madness, yes

We're just a couple of bleeding hearts
Seeping through adjacent paper chests
As we sadden each other to sleep

Don't change your hairstyle
It's precious and you're precious


Ooh I want to ache about you
Ooh I want to ache about you, yeah


We're just (etc.)
Track Name: Paxton Gate
There's no money for our music
(for art music)
But music is love!
Free love
We're gonna need a bigger house.

Cultivating my unique perspective on the world
Too exquisite for words
Like miniature eggs
And boys kissing boys

We are but children
Problem children, flower children
with children the inevitable consequence of free love
Free love
We're gonna need a bigger house

You were pure as the fresh driven snow
But I was driven
The smell of blood on your fingers...
It's the bedbugs again.

So, I hope you like entomology.
You're a scientist, afterall.
I'm a specimen on display, to be disected and distilled.

Let's experiment in the hay loft
Where we almost fell through the floor
Into somebody's stall
We could have been trampled by hooves,
Had the wind knocked out of our naked chests
But instead suffered only red eyes and shortness of breath.