Peripheral People

by The HeartSleeves

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1.
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!
2.
Last Night 04:27
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
3.
Leslie 04:03
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
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Rebecca 04:34
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
5.
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
6.
Birthday 04:22
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.
7.
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission. ©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved 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
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Dissolving 04:35
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission. ©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved 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)
9.
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.
10.
We Lost 05:21
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
11.
Mitch 04:20
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
12.
Haman 05:25
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
13.
Jessica Song 04:26
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

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 March 3, 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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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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