New Fragility

by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

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1.
I don’t really even want to know you With your backstage wisdom like a boarded up window Who are we to go and make big plans? Married in a fever, children in a panic Deep sea diver, advertising ruin With the underwater fire, state sponsored pollution Closing our eyes, blindly to town Hoping that Mama does not see us now We’ve become the world’s first millionaires You know, the ones who just don’t care Can’t even taste it but it’s really nothing new And it smells of compromise with subtle hints of confusion Holidays are working days to us now We are lifting dead weight and embracing self-doubt The shirt with the wine stain, the car is not running A policeman laughs but it’s really not funny Who will save me when I’m feeling this down All God’s children are useless to me now We have come for solitary fun, debonair You know, for the ones who just don’t care All of the innocents we’ve yet to cast out In a hesitating nation on the way to nervous breakdown In a certain way, I’m sitting pretty now I have a hundred dollar bill to plug the politician’s mouth It’s written in the paper, there’s a fever taking hold And now it’s everyone gather ‘round the toilet bowl What a shame, and what a letdown You will be dead before the bottom drops out All is well so long as you say your little prayers You know, for the ones who just don’t care When you are the one who didn’t care And you are the one who just don’t care
2.
Nobody’s going to fix her now But it’s a world full of trouble An American massacre In southern California But we’re reasoning with messengers Who sit and talk about the weather When it’s just another nightmare A slaughter of the children With the wolves out there And the bleeding hearts And the long, blank stares And the open mouths She had her last shirt on Now all stained with blood With nowhere to run And you sit and wonder whether anything could be done And I could climb a mountain But what am I going to find there? When nothing comes from nothing With every man an island And we’re reasoning with messengers Who try to pass for grown men And they’re coming up empty And they’re sending you their thoughts and prayers With the wolves out there And the bleeding hearts And the long, blank stares And the open mouths She had her last shirt on Now all stained with blood With nowhere to run And you sit and wonder whether anything could be done
3.
Dee, oh Dee, For a moment I couldn’t see thee Disappear through the glass But never fear, it’ll pass Red was the pillow Under skull white sheets Dead as a minnow Washed right up by a bloodthirsty sea Oh well forget the mirror Forget the touch That was always too much That was never enough to survive Breathing in the morning With cocaine’s wooden stare She snorted up all the wild honey And said please don’t tell all your friends that we’re here For now we’ll be forgotten As we glide through the air By the chin on our hairs Like the skin on a pair of red eyes
4.
I was the last to know As the paint it dried on the pavement And now I’m waiting for Anyone at all You had the wrong idea Although the birds they once called your name And if they called mine too, I didn’t hear them I wouldn’t know What did the sirens sing? And did the hospital take you in? You played with fireworks, with daddy’s drugs, On a holiday, you said you just needed to get away Taking some midnight drive out to Long Beach Island Stranded, half-naked on a strange man’s couch No hearts are broken when there’s no one to let down In a while, I’m going to wish it was over In a while, I’ll get so stupid and young In a while, I’ll come to remember I never want to take another chance on anyone Just when I thought it was the end, You say, “who am I to you now?” And with the tables turned, Would I run? Would I cry? Will I ever really learn to love someone across the sea? She is waiting there for me While I’m running ever softly away In a while, I’m going to wish it was over In a while, I’ll get so stupid and young In a while, I’ll come to remember I never want to take another chance on anyone And honestly I was not trying to deceive I can’t believe the things I do to myself I want to leave what I had never intended To never set foot inside this burning house again
5.
Foot on the brake Yes, let’s just slow down You are not the same when you are not around And though a pure church has taken over this plainly heretical town I don’t know if I can dig it Leave all your armor over there by the door Don’t you tell me about karma, I don’t want to hear it anymore There’s something familiar in the way that you stapled my wrists to the floor But I cannot put my finger on it I don’t know what I’ve done I don’t know what I’ve done wrong Forget the Broad Street Line, it still runs but what for Naked in the city light You stood abused, mistaken, more than just a little bit bored But I will be with you as you shuffle your innocent weight to the floor To dance for no reason at all I don’t know what I’ve done I don’t know what I’ve done wrong
6.
Mirror Song 04:32
Where to begin? Let’s see, describe to me your injury in a drunken late night text You’ve been hurt before and now want more You can count on me to join you under the wreckage For it seems we’re still the passengers, still Iggy’s loyal customers In the city’s still ripped backsides We will do what we need to keep this fantasy alive Dressing bathroom stalls with alcohol, You ask me to be to you more than a mother I will meet you in the arrivals hall I can tell you by the way you are still wearing your crutches You made a scene there at the festival, a European spectacle It was funny to play the clown Now you wonder why you cannot keep your thoughts to yourself Not make a sound And despite out best efforts, here comes another new year Walking in circles, you say, “I swear I’ve been here before” I miss home I miss that lazy comedy of pulling you up off the lawn As it turns out, you are not so far away, So says the ring on my phone And it seems we’re still the passengers, still Iggy’s loyal customers With the panic of dumb, dumb boys For a while there I had nearly tricked myself into believing I had some kind of choice And I can tell you’ve been thinking you can outrun all the nightmares It took a while to find out some people care and some don’t Yes, and despite out best efforts, here comes another new year Walking in circles I wonder if we’ve been here all along Where to begin? Let’s see, describe to me your injury Where should I send my regards? Where should they go?
7.
CYHSY, 2005 03:35
You’re awake I know And I can tell that when I’m gone You’ll peek around every corner You can’t say I didn’t warn you Little Rock was fine Memphis next, then Texas bound But isn’t that the way? When all I really wanted to do was stay home In a Parking lot in Maine Was where you said you’d never change, Where I fell in love with you And now I cannot move Cheap Italian wine, Cheaper life of petty crime, I see your point of view But all I really wanted to do was stay home But who am I to question fate? There I go again setting up the next stage Now what am I do? When I was born to forget you I said that I would stay And then I was on my way We could spay the lion We could save ourselves some time But am I really gone when anywhere I hang my head is my home? But who am I to question fate? There I go again setting up the next stage
8.
Love was the answer To the question we should have asked ourselves Your eyes spoke of danger at the river’s edge Where you walked on the water with your tongue out Born in Philadelphia but now living in the south Your hand slipped slowly into mine somehow And who’s going to argue with a perfect start? But will you still be there when I’m down and out? I know a place where they perform miracles And even if it’s just for a moment then And even if our thoughts get all tied up again I want to be the one who got to know you when You gave it all away, you had nothing left Take my hand again, please don’t laugh Like the daughter says but daddy am I pretty now? And we were so close, could almost touch the sun But we burned ourselves out I know a place where they perform miracles
9.
You are not fucking around anymore You just don’t have the energy And you say get up off your bended knee, Grow up The rain is falling and it chases us like a rapist Into the basement of your parents’ house Where I will sit down quiet as a mouse And watch you eat yourself alive But I meant you no harm at the start Still working on your short story Like Simon’s human trampoline You’re wearing all of New York City’s complaints Still naked underneath our clothes Still smoking out of fire escape windows I know it is too much to ask you to ever change On a towel, staring at the ocean I was late, you were right on time It wasn’t fair, but it never really could have been A fair fight Lover’s prayer, please just let me stay here What on earth is wrong me? I need a girl, don’t send me a woman Answer me And at night when the walls disintegrate I changed my mind, never mind, think I’ll stay How could I know? Lover’s prayer, simple to remember I was wrong, you were right Are we free or merely just pretending to be alive Let’s go home, I’ve seen all I want Chemicals on the balcony We took enough to make anybody turn blue It’s time to leave And when you walked in on me naked and dumb, I was too bored to imagine much love How could I know?
10.
If I were more like Jesus, I’d get down on my knees to pray But I’m not My daughter sits upon uncertain shoulders I guess fate is sticking to its guns And you stood out on the front porch shouting, “There’s a soul in everything. There’s a reason for all that has occurred.” But I am not behind the door, I don’t live there anymore Unmitigated fever, the doctor says he just don’t know why I’ve come Hallucinations and courageous stands But sooner or later, boy, you know you’re going under Was that a shot fired in the distance? Was that a knock? Were those mumbled words yours? How can I be sure when I don’t live there anymore? And I’m climbing this ladder My head in the clouds And I hope that it matters I am having my doubts If I were more like Jesus I’d get down on my knees to pray But I’m not

credits

released February 12, 2021

All songs written and arranged by Alec Ounsworth, published by Domino Publishing
Production: Alec Ounsworth, Additional Production: Will Johnson
Additional string arrangements on tracks 5, 7, 9: Brendan Cooney
Recording and Engineering:
Britton Beisenherz at Ramble Creek Studios (Austin, TX) - Tracks 1-9
Quentin Stoltzfus at Silent Partner Studios (Philadelphia, PA) - Strings on tracks 5, 7, 9
Alec Ounsworth (home studio) - Track 10
Mixing: John Agnello at Kaleidoscope
Mastering: Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound
Layout and Design: Claire Kimock
Cover Photo: Beth Ounsworth
Wardrobe: Ben Brown
Management: Bob Andrews & Christoph Storbeck
Distributed by Secretly Distribution
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