Lavalier

by Lavalier

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released 03 March 2011

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Lavalier Brooklyn, New York

Lavalier is the brain child of former Cloud Room members Dave Horowitz and Steve Milton. Conceived over the course of several years touring the globe, Milton and Horowitz developed their penchant for a melancholy, psychedelic, lo-fi sound that features seductive fuzz-slide guitars and a hypnotic accordion. ... more

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Track Name: Santa Claus Ain't Comin'
Santa Claus Ain’t Coming

I know the cigarette is smoking
And I know the Jesus freaks are droning
They’re always banging on my front door
And I know the elevator’s broken

But that’s alright cause I know we’re here for now, we ain’t here to stay

I know the mannequins are posing
I know that Santa Claus ain’t coming
So I’m just skipping the big birthday
I know the humming bird is humming

But that’s alright cause I know we’re here for now, we ain’t here to stay
Track Name: Twilight Lovebite
Twilight Lovebite

Dinner conversation is impatiently berating all the things we like to do when we're young
Like gluing both our eyeballs to the screens of titillation or cutting off the heads of our toys
And suddenly they call out that heavens had a fallout, "there's no purpose but you're here for a job,"
The candle wax is dripping like a symphony that's sipping on a funky little tune called "mirage"

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
Those are the stars, stars, stars
You're hearts are bleeding

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
And it's just another twilight lovebite on your neck

Crawling through the bustle and trying to flex a muscle in any simple way that you can
The rats will start dancing when there's nothing but the captions that are shooting in and out of our mouths
And all the neon open signs are New York City fireflies, but no one's got a big enough net
The cult screen kisses are accompanied by hisses of a million lonely women's regrets

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
Those are the stars, stars, stars
You're hearts are bleeding

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
And it's just another twilight lovebite on your neck
Track Name: Thorns In My Side
Thorns in My Side

Sticky fingers and a new day
Shadowed by you
I’m plucking out the thorns in my side
You seek confession on an old case
Same old swing tune
I guess you’ll take that one to the grave

I don’t know you, love
I don’t know what makes you cry

Again a lecher at the sunrise
brains black and blue
Everything was calling my name
An avalanche of dreams of old age
Twisted and used
Shoveling all these ghosts to the side

I don’t know you, love
I don’t know what makes you cry

So goodbye, friend
goodbye, love
goodbye to shape and sound of your song
the air is still but this is where you belong
So I’m plucking out the thorns in my side
Track Name: Skin Of A Lion
Skin Of A Lion

I’ve been trying to assume the shape of the perfect man for you
But still I’m swinging the old battle ax right beside my dreams of you
Stolen punchlines and the plundered hearts—they’ve all set the stage for you
Your body’s imprint on a summer night whets my appetite for you

I’ve been drinking
The serpent’s singing
Here’s to his song
Here’s to the evening

Skin of a lion
Strung up and drying
Here’s to our laughing
Here’s to our crying

Across the page your body stretches words that dribble from my mouth for you
Your precious vessel stirs a restless need that swarms throughout the night for you
I’ve been trying to assume the shape of the perfect man for you
In every kiss I plant upon your skin is an endless plea for you

I’ve been drinking
The serpent’s singing
Here’s to his song
Here’s to the evening

Skin of a lion
Strung up and drying
Here’s to our laughing
Here’s to our crying
Track Name: Dark Globe
DARK GLOBE

Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose arm bands beats
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?

The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around,
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?