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1.
Bottle Me Up 03:50
Rolling highway 95 Here come the regulars Posted limit above my chosen speed Slow lanes grinding tombstone teeth Pupils wide, deep pools are we. The sweat, the hell, my numbing feet, Oh Lord Don’t try to lay your hands on me You might as well try to hold back the rising tide Bottle me up all night. Just try Can’t bottle me up all night Rolling highway 95 Here come the regulars One eye closed, white knuckled speed Slow lanes grinding tombstone teeth Pupils wide, deep pools are we. What the hell, my numbing feet, Oh Lord. Don’t try to lay your hands on me You might as well try to hold back the rising tide Can’t bottle me up all night. Just try. Can’t bottle me up all night. I feel like a million dollars now Looking like a Route 40 motel Who’s the fairest, fairest of them all, Fairest of them all…….? Don’t try to lay your hands on me You might as well try to hold back the rising tide Bottle me up all night Just try Can’t bottle me up all night
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California 02:41
They all head west eventually For their time in the sun The hollow and vacant go there For their 15 minutes of fun She walked away To haunt me like a ghost She casts a rail-thin shadow All the way to the east coast Do you hate California? Well I hate California, too Do you hate California As much as I hate you? When Sunset slips beneath the waves As the state falls to the sea When her A&R man dies Won’t you come and dance with me? Do you hate California? Well I hate California, too Do you hate California As much as I hate you? See them march in time Pretty monsters all in a line Going to California, feelin’ fine When the Viper Club is buried Under a not-so-pacific sea When the nest of snakes is drowning Won’t you come and dance with me? Do you hate California? Well I hate California, too Do you hate California As much as I loved you?
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So tired of this drone work I just want to be Triple distilled But there’s never the time To leave it behind Lord, I’m feeling fine But it took some work tonight Triple distilled Forget your eyes and leave you behind I miss you now More than you know I’m coming undone More than you know I’m coming undone Don’t believe your eyes Follow your nose Last Friday night I never came home Follow your nose It rereads the lines Lost in a reverie And losing the fight Nothing’s gonna bring me down Lubricate the smile machine That familiar warmth Returned early today How long can this last? I miss you now More than you know I’m coming undone More than you know I’m coming undone Don’t believe your eyes follow your nose Last Friday night I never came home Follow your nose It rereads the lines Lost in a reverie and losing the fight
4.
The Fall is coming on Our bones will feel it soon The dogs are restless And a chill has settled into the room We went out walking Paced a beaten path We left together But only one of us is coming back You wreck the day I’ll wreck the night We’ll both go stumbling in the half-light You’ll learn too late I’ll pick the fight We’ll both go wandering in the deep dark night The Deep Dark Night The conversation grew thin Thought you had something to say The shadows gathered In their usual way The leaves crunched under our feet You cast a vacant stare Our love is dying But neither of us seems to care You wrecked the day I wrecked the night We both went stumbling in the half-light I learned too late You picked the fight I lost you somewhere in the deep dark night The Deep Dark Night You learned too late I shouldn’t have spoken It’s so cold when hearts are broken In the deep dark night The Deep Dark Night
5.
I heard a song about the Johnstown flood and I heard someone singing about real bad blood about dreamers and losers and full time users but they told me nothing about you There was a song about murder and another about love I heard another sing praise to the Lord above There were outlaws and fast cars Slow trains and smoky bars and every last bit might have been true…. But they told me nothing about you You are the greatest thing I’ve ever made A trick of the light My sun and my shade God’s in the details in the lines of your hand You’re my little girl from another world The Angel, Laila, held your hand And brought you out to me from Neverland Laila brought you to me But you see right through me You’re my little girl from another world
6.
1941 03:36
She stood before the camera With no hint of shadow in the way December changed her plans On that Winter day She looks from the frame In such a knowing way Could it be that she knew All of Milton’s days She was a smile in the sun In 1941 When I was just a child You held me in your arms But now you’re gone And I’m left thinking about About the world before I knew A world in black and white And a smile in the sun In 1941 No one really dies If you remember them after they’re gone The turn of her mouth Mirrored the hopeful eyes Of such a little man He wasn’t little after all…. He was a smile in the sun In 1941
7.
The Number 04:33
Back in Harford County The 4th of July You’re back from wherever They’re wondering why The roads look familiar But the faces look strange They’re looking at you But you didn’t change You never changed Now you’re only a number She saw me last Winter or maybe last Fall She’s one in a series That means nothing at all She didn’t change She never changed Now she’s only a number The jury’s still out On the failure of fun Hand out the trophies For the wars that you’ve won You didn’t change You never changed Now you’re only a number
8.
He lives in a house in Federal Hill Thick-skinned Eddie lives there as well It’s a house made of brick Or so it seems It’s made of the stuff Of your darkest dreams Be careful what you wish for It may just come true Jones has got a plan He’s got a plan for you I was wrong you’re right I know it I was wrong you’re right I know I was wrong you’re right I know it Chris Jones is the Devil He listens patiently Absorbing every word And files it away accordingly With everything else he’s heard He’s got an ulterior motive He’s got an evil plan Don’t kid yourself, brother Jones is a bad, bad man I was wrong you’re right I know it I was wrong you’re right I know I was wrong you’re right I know it Chris Jones is the Devil He had a sexy girlfriend I know that she was Jones always gets the girl You know the Devil always does I was wrong you’re right I know it I was wrong you’re right I know I was wrong you’re right I know it Chris Jones is the Devil
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Dress Her Up 03:56
It’s the same old sob story Told 1000 times a day In a 1000 different ways You can cry or bark at the moon But it’s such a familiar tune And she’s a lovely old whore…. Dress her up Dress her down Such a familiar scene We love this tedious machine Dress her up Dress her down Then turn her out And watch the peasants start to shout Dress her up, Dress her down The sun frames our faces As we kiss our grandparents goodbye And charge off to dance So in love with the lie The melody reminds us It’s a popular tune Waltzing in circles by the light of the moon Too busy drinking to remember the thirst We all saw her laughing But I saw her first And she’s a lovely old whore…… Dress her up Dress her down We love the same old scene We love this tedious machine Dress her up Dress her down She’ll lead us out As the peasants start to shout Dress her up, Dress her down
10.
Reilly 05:50
Remember when we danced I doubt it Of course you don’t My mystery fades Your mind’s a sieve of liquored pouting Have another and pull the shades I sang Tea in the Sahara You were swaying in my arms For that one moment You didn’t doubt it… You’re the one for me Kristen Reilly Twice as mad as Irish Laughter Half as sweet as mortal sin Your whiskied eyes are practiced liars Blue as bottles of Bombay gin The tongue a stroke of fashioned texture Slyest tricks it could have played And made mischief seem a gifted actor Before the closing credits fade I didn’t get the proper money I didn’t get the right degree But for that one moment you didn’t doubt it You’re the one for me Kristen Reilly
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released July 14, 2020

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Joseph Bernstein Baltimore, Maryland

Joseph Bernstein is a songwriter in Baltimore, MD. 1941 is his first album. Electronic press kit available at bit.ly/2Adsjaa.

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