Guessing Hands

by Brendan Bonsack

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Songs from Brendan Bonsack albums, YOU ARE HERE and PARTY SONGS.

Full albums available from brendanbonsack.bandcamp.com

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released July 19, 2013

Performed by:
Brendan Bonsack
Chrissy Misso

Photo by:
Natalya Bruner

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Folk noir for modern primates.

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Track Name: Love Love Love Love Love
When they tightened the screws
And dotted the lines,
Pulled back the flap
To let in the sunshine
I felt love, love, love, love, love.

Love for the ant with the load on his back,
Love for the man on his bike,
Fish-like and perspirationalised.
Love for the teller with the soft, beaten smile,
Pressed under glass like a leaf
I felt love, love, love, love, love.

Oooooh, the light is so bright,
Everything is alight,
But I think I'm alright

Love for the runners of kites with their strings,
Fishing in a sea upside-down,
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love for the star that sears my neck,
Stubborn as a haiku,
Love, love, love, love, love.

Leaves fall down,
Leaves are brown and gray -
Have love for the leaves.

River flows down,
Bubbles chatter madly -
So much noise!

Oooooh, the light is so bright,
Everything is alight,
But I think I'm alright

When they tightened the day around my starry nights
And joined all those specks the lines that were left
Spelled love, love, love, love, love.
Love for the egg with her infinite cracks,
Love for the spoon - the promises it makes
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love.
Track Name: 1000 Letters
With one ear on your heartbeat
And a million uncertain wishes
A guessing hand across your shape
I am inventing you.

Ticking clock of a bathroom tap
And the sex scene on the TV set
The unwinding of the winding road
The curling of my frozen toes.
Search in my schizophrenic pockets
And you'll find 1000 letters
That will mean to you
Nothing.

With both eyes upon the road
And my mind wandering in disaster
Your fragile form splintered in my care
Dear friend, this fear consumes
What I have written.

Ticking clock of a bathroom tap
And the sex scene on the TV set
The unwinding of the winding road
The curling of my frozen toes.
Search in my schizophrenic pockets
And you'll find 1000 letters
That will mean to you
Nothing.

Your muted symphony, lying in wait
to exhale, to assuage my amniotious state
of counting white lines -
they blur and they curve
and they roll me headlong to
the edge of the earth.

With one ear on your heartbeat
And a million uncertain wishes
A guessing hand across your shape
I am uncovering you.
Track Name: Everybody Hungers
Everybody here, everybody hungers
Buoyed by reveries, avoiding those of strangers
Everybody greeds,
Everybody hungers

I build a tunnel to your face
Through books and bags
And people with their papers,
Pressed, creased and laced with
Inky inky words, dusty ink
Leaching into finger prints

Your songs are yours and yours alone -
O' would I were a song within
Your private megaphones
Does everybody greed?
Does everybody hunger?

I looked across the future and I saw only pain,
A feverish cloud of passion
Then a stalking slow malaise
Then, leaning on a steering wheel
With ashen eyes and words tending to dust
And broken seals,
The noise recedes, the light congeals.

You find a tunnel to my face,
Book surrenders delicately,
Almost imperceptibly
Excepting if you're anxious to perceive
'Cos everybody greeds, everybody hungers

Eyes locked in fierce tug-o-war
You never want to be the first to fall,
Or even worse to be the first not to fall,
The universe a cotton-ball
Dry of all the possible.

I looked across the future and I saw only pain,
A feverish cloud of passion
Then a stalking slow malaise
Then, leaning on a steering wheel
With ashen eyes and words tending to dust
And broken seals,
The noise recedes, the light congeals.
Track Name: Sun
This morning I was getting a pulse,
Our rude star ducking in and out
Of rooftops, peeking between
Comforting concrete shapes.

Hold me, you big yellow churl
You are the thing
You are the thing
To fold me, to peel away
My crude signage
And plant geraniums there
In my face

Stretch me down deep
Deep beneath this place where
Green men become red men
And red men become green
And if you really care to notice
They disappear in between.

Hold me, you big yellow churl
You are the thing
You are the thing
To roll me and nullify
My small savage breast
And send more geraniums there.

This morning I was getting a pulse
But it's hard to move my wild protrusions,
To will all my roots from
Their dreamy transfusions -
Have you ever met a garden
That actually wanted to be tamed?
Track Name: Selling the End of the World
The city greets me like a surgery
Before the juice arrives
Pigeons jostling, apostling
The bearers of discarded delights

People counting down to growing old
Bowing their heads at the hole in the wall
There was a King and he gave me these wheels
And a Word on a board to absorb any stone from the crowd

Oh, Lord, don't you see my sign?
Everybody does but they don't wanna know it
It's a tough gig selling
The End of the World
But somebody's gotta do it

Count the rings to the answer machine
Note the noises of the house they're in
Baby coos over the sounds of a war
Must be a single mother with a teenage boy

Theft, fire and fatal disease
Heaven help you if you get all three
I know a saviour for ten dollars a week
And just a sign on the line to the Word of the Policy

Oh man, don't they hear me call?
Everybody does but they just ignore it
It's a tough gig selling
The End of the World
But somebody's gotta do it

The numbers greet me like a lover with news
To calculate the heavens is a solemn pursuit
Night sky so peaceful, it's hard to know
Why something so lonely should be throwing stones

There will be placard waving when I file my report
They'll be blaming fornicators and the mini skirt
And penning plucky headlines for the morning release
And they'll pencil in my armageddon
And even name it after me

Oh, will they ever understand?
Everybody does but they don't know how to say it
It's a tough gig selling
The End of the World
But somebody's gotta do it
Track Name: Everything They Said
Everything they said was true,
The bomb came down on me and them
I was young but I remember the white flash -
Bright as daylight.

Clocks stopped at 11:12
The books all flew off the bookcase
And my dog took shelter
Under a truck.

Our house was neat so it did not explode,
But you should have seen the Harveys' down the street.
We ate some beans from tins and we went without TV for a while
And the cat went missing but she came back in nine days.

Everything they said was right -
I woke up in the Morning After and I was still alive
So I popped a pill and cracked a smile,
Took my basket from the shelf and went shopping for a while.

Everything I thought wrong -
I thought they'd never drop the thing
But now that they have I'm glad that
God is on OUR SIDE.

Everything we learned in school
I remembered it all and followed the mantra
It's all clear with your hands on your ears
And your head under the table.

Everything they said was right -
I woke up in the Morning After and I was still alive
So I popped a pill and cracked a smile,
Took my basket from the shelf and went shopping for a while.