Peripheral People

by The HeartSleeves

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about

This album was a difficult two and a half year journey. We kept the HeartSleeve’s mission alive. With the help of old friends and new ones we searched for our identity, celebrated new love, remembered old passions, gave homage to our heroes, documented the fractures of our hearts and the tragedies of loss, one intentional and one desperately unfair. We kept our emotions exposed, not to be dramatic, but to be sane and sincere.. and to release.

The album features songs from our lives.

"Son of Lenny Bruce" is our search for our identity, sometimes thrown a curve ball by a well meaning lunch lady.

"Last Night" is the moment we realized that the sick feeling that we hadn't felt since our teenage life was proof that she captured our heart.

"Leslie" reminisces in the memory of the woman who showed us how to be a man.

"Rebecca" expresses the fears, dreams and aspirations of new and hopeful love and the foreshadowing excitement that spins us around.

"Patriots' Day" is our somber heartfelt Patriots drinking song. To soothe our pain and cherish our team.

"Birthday" celebrates the feeling of pure gratefulness to the universe that she exists.

"Peripheral People" is the paradigm shift when we realized it just wasn't enough.

"Dissolving" winces in the realization that no matter how much you love each other, sometimes its not good for either of you.

"Marriott Parking Lot" The healing from a late Sunday moment, in the desolate Burlington, MA hotel parking lot, where it ended.

"We Lost" is the promise of what we built, reflected on in the wreckage of what we broke.

"Mitch" is our tribute to our friend, the late Mitchell Heisman, who killed himself at Harvard on Yom Kippur, in search of the meaning of life.

"Haman" is our Purim anthem, a timely remembrance of overcoming evil through empowerment.

"Jessica Song" Professor, Mother, Singer, True Confidant... Big Sister. I will miss you till my final day.

credits

released 03 March 2012

The HeartSleeves are:

Ben Margolis - Saxophone
Jared Lucas Nathanson - Lead Vocals
Helen Aki - Backing Vocals/Guitar
Ben Nicotera - Keyboard
Mark Podgurski - Drums

Featuring HeartSleeve Alumni:
Joshua Lee Loomis - Guitar
Alex Blinn - Drums
Wayne Flower - Bass
Robert Gilmore - Bass

Honorary Sleever For Life:
Douglas Batchelder - Guitar, Wurlitzer Piano, Hammond organ

Songs composed & arranged by Jared Lucas Nathanson, Ben Margolis and Joshua Lee Loomis

Words & Melody by Jared Lucas Nathanson and Ben Margolis

Recorded and mixed by Doug Batchelder at the Den studios in North Reading, MA

Produced by Doug Batchelder, Ben Margolis, and Jared Lucas Nathanson.

Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

©2012 The HeartSleeves™, All Rights Reserved

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The Heartsleeves Boston, Massachusetts

Neo Eclectic, Soul Reflected, Sounds From Real Life!

Born in the glory and pageant of the noble working cities of Boise, Cleveland, Schenectady, Boston and Syracuse, "The Heartsleeves" is the voice of the no frills sincerity of real world American life.

We write our songs live, and refine them into a melancholy powder of sweet painful regret and sprinkle it on hearty soul pop.
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Track Name: Son of Lenny Bruce
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Son of Lenny Bruce

When I was seven,
Mrs. Discerbo,
a Christian Korean, middle aged lunch lady,
she took me aside,
and she showed me a cross,
and she told me it wasn't for me.

She said "this here's the cross!"
"The beloved cross,"
"But for you, they have what they call 'David's Star'"
I didn't quite know,
Why David had lost it,
But if I could play ninja, I bet it'd go far.

I'm the tattooed Jew
the son of Lenny Bruce!
Frida Kahlo' is my muse!
Albert Einstein cuts me loose!

Stanley Kubrick is my vision!
Edward Teller is my hand!
My Y chromosome
goes back to the promised land!

When Mrs. Discerbo,
was done explaining,
about strange awkward icons
from context unknown,

All I got was that crosses
come from Korea,
and I'd get a weapon
someday when I'm grown.

I'm the tattooed Jew
I'm the son of Lenny Bruce!
Robert Dylan is my muse!
Carl Sagan cuts me loose!

Stanley Kubrick is my vision!
Edward Teller is my hand!
My Y chromosome
goes back to the promised land!

I've always been stuck here,
the line I've been walking,
drawn between two worlds,
where I don't belong

To Jews, I'm too goyish
but haters anoint me
wrapped up in Tefillin
my hero's are strong!

I'm the tattooed Jew
I'm the son of Lenny Bruce!
Robert Dylan is my muse!
Carl Sagan cuts me loose!

Stanley Kubrick is my vision!
Edward Teller is my hand!
My Y chromosome
goes back to the promised land!

I'm the tattooed Jew
I'm the son of Lenny Bruce!
Albert Einstein is my muse!
Frida Kahlo cuts me loose!

Lenny died a broke rebel!
cast down deep in villainy
Abbie Hoffman
Bugsy Siegel
Woody Allen
Set me free!
Track Name: Last Night
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Last Night

We opened up the bottle
and poured it in the air
(da da daaaa, da da daaaa)
We let out things we said we wouldn't
things we pretended weren't there
(da da daaaa, da da daaaa)

and I imagine being inside you
and feel ever growing peace
and I can feel your breathing through the phone
release me back into the beast

I feel 16 years old
but I am 34 (da da daaaa, da da daaaa)
My heart is joyously escalating
while its spilling on the floor (da da daaaa, da da daaaa)

and I'm so sorry for people I have judged
I forgot the butterflies..
gripped down in and spinning myself
while temptation drives...

me to Last Night...Last Night...
Last Night...Last Night...

Last Night...Last Night...
Last Night...Last Night...

While I'm looking at the bottle
a mystery unrolls
(da da daaaa, da da daaaa)
How did such a small container
hold the contentment of my soul
(da da daaaa, da da daaaa)

and all my needs diminish into one
my priorities divide
I dream and feel you breathing next to me
while patience drives...

me from Last Night...Last Night...
Last Night...Last Night...

Last Night...Last Night...
Last Night...Last Night...

While I'm looking at the bottle
a mystery unrolls
(da da daaaa, da da daaaa)
How did such a small container
hold the contentment of my soul
(da da daaaa, da da daaaa)

and all my needs diminish into one
my priorities divide
I dream and feel you breathing next to me
while patience drives...

me from Last Night...Last Night...
Last Night...Last Night...

Last Night...Last Night...
Last Night...Last Night...

Last Night...
oh Last Night...
oh Last Night...
oo oo oooo

oh Last Night...
oh Last Night...
oh Last Night...
oh Last Night...
oo oo oo oo oooo
Track Name: Leslie
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Leslie

In 92'
Leslie made her grand debut.
On a stage in front of me,
that only I could see.

She had a grin,
like Mary Stewart Masterson
She like to wear her platinum hair,
as short as she could bear.

Route 50,
Saratoga, Ballston Spa, Schenectady,
Driving the first car I ever knew,
a 1980 Malibu.

We'd drive at night,
I'd talk as her lips bathed in dashboard light.
Pacing the roads of the midnight land
Schenectady to Amsterdam

Leslie she came with her own dynamic,
her breath on my skin makes me panic!

Her hands sculpt a body just as easy as clay,
I wonder where she is Today!

Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!

Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!

(Solo)

We'd drive at night,
I'd talk as her lips bathed in dashboard light.
Pacing the roads of the midnight land
Schenectady to Amsterdam

Leslie she came with her own dynamic,
her breath on my skin makes me panic!

Her hands sculpt a body just as easy as clay,
I wonder where she is Today!

Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!
Na Na Na Na Naaa!

from Peripheral People - EP, released 22 February 2011
Composed & arranged by Jared Lucas Nathanson and Joshua Lee Loomis

Lyrics & Melody by Jared Lucas Nathanson
Track Name: Rebecca
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Rebecca

Rebecca Rebecca
Knows how to take things with a Grain of salt

Rebecca Rebecca
Laid back and smart she Understands it all

Rebecca Rebecca
Strong and supportive With the warmest stare

Rebecca Rebecca
I bet if I mess up she will Stand right there

But I often go wandering, wonder who I am
and I often think of her, think of what we'll plan
to do

She's all I ever wanted In Boston
I'll no longer Seek another

She deftly brought some fun To Boston
As December comes Shes seems the one

Rebecca Rebecca
The light touch she gives Belies her stance and ground

Rebecca Rebecca
Wise like an owl Always about to smile

But I often go wandering, wonder who I am
and I often think of her, is she in the plan
for me

She's all I ever wanted In Boston
I'll no longer Seek another

She deftly brought some fun To Boston
As December comes Shes seems the one

Rebecca Rebecca
Knows how to take things with a Grain of salt

Rebecca Rebecca
Laid back and smart she Understands it all

Rebecca Rebecca
Strong and supportive With the warmest stare

Rebecca Rebecca
I thought if I messed up She would stand right there
Track Name: Patriots' Day
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Patriots' Day

A general stands near the line of scrimmage
a grey hood hangs over his head
his face gives away no indications
his emotions go unread

Tom looks out at Branch and Welker
I wonder if they'll pass or run
It could be
first down in the first quarter
or forth down in the last one

Patriots' Day
We walk on the field
one team, one name

Patriots' Day
We listen to the coach
he says to focus on this one game

and they hate us from envy
they laugh when we bleed
but they don't have the coach
and they'll never concede

That the game's about more
than the hype or the flash
We don't live in the fame
The fame doesn't last

We live in New England
With a sense of the past

We punt it and touchback to 20
7 points behind just to tie
the defense assures us its plenty
4th quarter, 2 minutes alive

Mayo, Guyton and Wilfork
I wonder if they'll blitz the line
If they get us possession by 1:20
I see a 2 point conversion arise

Patriots' Day
We walk on the field
one team, one name

Patriots' Day
We listen to the coach
he says to focus on this one game

and they hate us from envy
they laugh when we bleed
but they don't have the coach
and they'll never concede

That the game's about more
than the hype or the flash
You can't live in the fame
We don't live in the past

We live in New England
With a sense of the past
Track Name: Birthday
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Birthday

The light that first soothed at the edge of your window,
graciously polite though mute in its glee
It crept in around you,
caressing your body,
the warmth that you felt then,
that was from me.

Happy Birthday..
Happy Birthday..
I wish I could say it personally..
Happy Birthday..
Happy Birthday..
I nod in great pleasure,
this day when we measure,
the years since the universe made you for me.

The scent of your body,
all humming and happy,
a sign that the universe was created with care
The soft subtle voice that vibrates through my body
We're signing and sharing
terrestrial air.

Happy Birthday..
Happy Birthday..
I'm filled with a grateful exorbitant glee ..
Happy Birthday..
Happy Birthday..

I nod in great pleasure,
this day when we measure,
the years since the universe made you for me.
Track Name: Peripheral People
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
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Peripheral People

And then it came to me last night,
when I was on the phone with you,
In your life......
I exist peripherally

Like a bolt straight to my brain
and then I knew
In your life......
I exist peripherally

Standing out in the background
It's a guest starring role
Everyone in the crowd can see
You're not coming back home with me

Where, are the peripheral people?
Where, are the peripheral people?

the peripheral people
the peripheral people
the peripheral people

And you said to me last night,
when I was on the phone with you,
In your life......
I exist emotionally

But in my mind,
That's just telling me you knew
That in your life......
I exist peripherally

Standing out in the background
It's a guest starring role
Everyone in the crowd can see
You're not coming home with me

Where, are the peripheral people?
Where, are the peripheral people?

the peripheral people
the peripheral people
the peripheral people

the peripheral people
the peripheral people
the peripheral people
Track Name: Dissolving
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
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Dissolving

We're slowly dissolving da da da...
maybe we should pull back and try to heal
If we survive..
we can always come back and start again.

Its slowly evolving da da da...
into something way above my head
I need to be free
I can't be contained
I won't slowly boil

But you say it's okay
You believe in fate,
good things if you wait

if its meant to be we'll find
a meeting of the minds
no panic really needed
no urgency applied

I don't believe in fate da da da...
I believe in history da da da...
I believe in chances
limited chances
and then regret
baby and then regret (x3)

(solo)

We're slowly dissolving da da da...
maybe we should pull back and try to heal
If we survive..
we can always come back and start again.

But you say it's okay
You believe in fate,
good things if you wait

if its meant to be we'll find
a meeting of the minds
no panic really needed
no urgency applied
urgency applied...

I don't believe in fate da da da...
I believe in history da da da...
I believe in chances
limited chances
and then regret
baby and then regret (x4)
Track Name: Marriott Parking Lot
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Marriott Parking Lot

Your taste is fading on my lips
and I'm beginning to come to terms
with this

Your scent is faint and distant in my brain
and I'm beginning to come to terms
with certain levels of pain

8 months gone
8 months its been
and I'm never going back to Burlington,
Not to Burlington

Your face and features are fuzzy and obscure
and I'm beginning to come to terms
with things I ignore

Your mannerisms have moved back to memory
Archived characteristics I'm less likely to see

8 months gone
8 months its been
and I'm never going back to Burlington,
Not to Burlington
and I'm never going back to Burlington,
Not to Burlington

Your voice remains in my ear
and I'm beginning to come to terms
with it haunting me for years

8 months gone
8 months its been
and I'm never going back to Burlington,
Not to Burlington

Never going back to Burlington
Not to Burlington
Never going back to Burlington
Not to Burlington
Never going back to Burlington
Not to Burlington
Never going back to Burlington
Not to Burlington

Never going back to Burlington
Never going back to Burlington
Never going back to Burlington
Never going back to Burlington

Especially not
the Marriott parking lot.
Track Name: We Lost
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

We Lost

The mint upon the pillow, is that I leave without a visual clue.
The cherry on the top, my absence is known only to you.

The credits roll, we rise and turn to go,
and paths fork off like two trails in the snow.

The last page holds some scrawls in invisible ink,
The world moves on and no one has to think..

or discover.....
uncover, commiserate with fate,
put a finger to the flame
collect commission on your claim
no one is factious or cautious
strong willed or nauseous
emotional sickness will toss us
about

till we find out we lost.

(x4) No one is in time, I feel my senses slowing down.
senses slowing down


The little silver streak is that your exit burst a hole in the dark.
The summit on the peak is that the bite is the same as the bark.

The torture and the sweetness is the same,
but now I have control over the pain.

You’ve written me a note in invisible ink,
I move where no one ever has to think..

or discover.....
uncover, commiserate with fate,
put a finger to the flame
collect commission on your claim
no one is factious or cautious
strong willed or nauseous
emotional sickness will toss us
about

till we find out we lost.

(x8) No one is in time, I feel my senses slowing down.
(x5) senses slowing down

(x5) till we find out we lost
Track Name: Mitch
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Mitch

You were writing a book about the Norman invasion
I was writing songs to keep me calm
we had several talks about motives of creation
when we’d meet at Dave’s house
when the nights were still long

I had no idea about your intentions,
no hope to guess the scope of dimensions
dramatic plans for a quiet man
an architect of nihilism

You put on your white tuxedo
adjusted your cummerbund and tie
you walked down to Harvard sq
on Yom Kippur

I got your email
and I got the attachment
but you never got to read my reaction
you were already lying in front of the chapel
when I sent my reply

You were looking for
all encompassing meaning
a thesis steers off
with no one there intervening
searching for a narrative
beyond context no one can see

You put on your white tuxedo
adjusted your cummerbund and tie
You loaded your 38
on Yom Kippur

why is that meaningless?
how is it nihilism?
dig a hole in woods and jump in
how could you search for so long without company?
why couldn't you let somebody in?

You were writing a book about the Norman invasion
I was writing songs to keep me calm
we had several talks about motives of creation
when we’d meet a Dave’s house
when the nights were still long

You put on your white tuxedo
adjusted your cummerbund and tie
you walked down to Harvard sq
the seat of academia
Harvard sq
you walked down to Harvard sq
on the day of your atonement
Harvard sq
you walked down to Harvard sq
on Yom Kippur
Track Name: Haman
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Haman

There is a scheming evil....Haman
An ego driven evil....Haman
A violent fist presented....Haman
Ahasuerus misdirected....Haman

There is a certain people
scattered abroad and dispersed
Haman told his sovereign
with a deviled tongue and whispered curse

Their laws are different from ours,
a proud king shouldn't have to tolerate
He plead for our destruction
knowing Mordecai would share our fate

Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power

I won’t bow down to evil....Haman
An ego driven evil....Haman
A violent fist presented....Haman
Ahasuerus misdirected....Haman

If I have found your favor,
and my darling if it please the king
Queen Esther asked her sovereign
to bring about old Haman’s reckoning

My life be my petition,
and my people my request
Haman seeks our destruction
Let us arm against at your behest

Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power

I won’t bow down to evil....Haman
An ego driven evil....Haman
A violent fist presented....Haman
Ahasuerus misdirected....Haman

and Mordecai ascended
honored with a life of dignity
Haman was rewarded
with the end he planned for you and me

They’ll always be a Haman
They’ll always be a darkness we must pass
They’ll always be an Esther
Bold and brave on that darkest path

Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power

Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power to protect myself
Give me the power
Track Name: Jessica Song
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

Jessica Song

Playing tiger
and baby elephant
on the stairs at our home in Schenectady.

all these places
and gentle memories
come flooding in from the world that you shared with me

like playing manta
and moray
in the blue green depths of a Lake George day

and reading comic books by flashlight
when the rain came down
anchored out just us four in old log bay

Jessica
you can never fade
into a memory
you’re tangible and incorruptible
defiant and inseparable
emanating from within me

the long car rides
through Pennsylvania
playing Alphabet with license plates and passing signs

I was new year’s baby
you were father time
performing sketches for Grandma in Pittsburgh at Christmastime

My confidant
My foil at times
As teens we fought
but we repaired the lines

sweet gentle warrior
you are not gone
sweet gentle Amazon.

Watching Evil dead 2
with my hand covered eyes
you insisted to me
it was a comedy

then you’d take out your guitar
and we’d harmonize
those moments still exist in me

Jessica
you can never fade
into a memory
you’re tangible and incorruptible
defiant and inseparable
emanating from within me

you love Christmas cookies
you love bad tv
I love them both too
when you shared them with me

you had a tiger suit
and you took my hand
and I felt safe from that moment on