{"id":25,"date":"2010-04-30T16:42:29","date_gmt":"2010-04-30T23:42:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.martindonovan.org\/?p=25"},"modified":"2010-04-30T16:54:12","modified_gmt":"2010-04-30T23:54:12","slug":"songs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.martindonovan.org\/?p=25","title":{"rendered":"Songs"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Martin Donovan”<\/a>
\nwritten by Jeffrey Nothing<\/a>
\nperformed by Mushroomhead<\/strong>a theory for color, a science of the discontent
\nas alibi, the consequence of heaven, spent
\nreincarnating with all of my changes saved
\nclickin? and draggin’, the gravity but not the grave<\/p>\n

and
\nI stand there – just like Martin Donovan
\ndeer in the headlights from the wedding in the song
\n(from that part from the Song of Solomon)
\nall i can do is stare – unfastened from inside of me
\ncan’t make up my mind – am i Copernicus or Ptolemy?<\/p>\n

and, ?who is that sleeping, on a bench in a station?”
\nstuck with no ticket – with no destination
\nno cop in the hallway, no face in the window
\nno coat in the foyer, nobody that we know…<\/p>\n

and he stands there – just like Martin Donovan
\nall he can do is stare – a blank look on his face like Carl Solomon
\nmarooned, alone – my sad – my sad pale policy
\noceans of emotions off a highrise of events
\nthat i just can’t help falling in<\/p>\n

(so much for that previous self, guess that happened to myself)
\n(so much for that previous self, guess that happened to myself)<\/p>\n

i stand here – just like Martin Donovan
\nam i denim or leather? fish… fowl… fair weather?
\na feather, a number, the letter, the slingshot, the stone? no…
\na lesser, a better, the bomb? a king or a beggar?<\/p>\n

\n

“Martin Donovan in Trust”<\/a>
\nby Herman Dune<\/strong>May I take a picture of you
\nRight now, without further to do
\nWhile you raise your foot up out of your little black skirt
\nAnd you slap your tongue like Parker Posey in Flirt<\/p>\n

This is not what I’m here for
\nThere’s got to be a lot more<\/p>\n

The taste of the sweet coffee when it’s raining outside
\nThe surprise of the sunrise when you just went out for a ride
\nAfternoons in the library, peeping about
\nAll tose poems that I’ve saved but never printed out
\nThat lonely morning on the top of the hill by the lake
\nI sat and heard nothing but the sound lakes make
\nThat evening I spent in Brooklyn with some arty upper crust
\nSmoking drinking and swearing like Martin Donovan in trust<\/p>\n

This is not what I’m here for
\nThere’s got to be a lot more<\/p>\n

May I not help you untie and unzip
\nAnd just lie, feeling your hair on my hip
\nYour breasts hang so neatly as you bend over
\nAnd they brush so gently against each other<\/p>\n

But this is not what I’m here for
\nThere’s got to be a lot more<\/p>\n

\n

“Crackstatic”
\nby Ron Hawkins and the Rusty Nails<\/a><\/strong>We tried to find a radio station
\nYou smoke and drive, and I adjust the wave attenuation
\nI buttoned my lip, I shaded my eyes, I rode along, my hands in my pockets
\nStruck a pose and tried to look like Martin Donovan
\nBut I couldn’t shut up, I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t stay cool. As a matter of fact,
\nI kicked my boot until the static… cracked<\/p>\n

The hard sell – a living hell went way beyond your means (escape velocity)
\nThe real amphetamine was somewhere in between (statictricity)
\nThe still-dead issues that stand up in your way (when it’s over when it’s over)
\nOne less-than-beautiful day<\/p>\n

I wanna live like Arthur Rimbaud
\nI’m gonna quit this gig and move on down to Bora Bora
\nI’m gonna get laid, I’m gonna run guns,
\nI’m gonna find God in the midday sun from Singapore to Galveston
\nFrom Istanbul to Ho Chi Minh, from New Orleans to Tierra del Fuego
\nGonna shut my mouth, it won’t happen again<\/p>\n

Years spent tuning out the static in your veins (escape velocity)
\nThe long haul trip-and-fall put upright again (statictricity)
\nWell wasted, knowing the end result will be (when it’s over when it’s over)
\nOne less-than-beautiful scene<\/p>\n

Sometimes I see a white-hot sound and all I hear is a piercing light
\nAnd I realize I’m not all right
\nThe more you have the less you care, the less you care the more you lack
\nGonna kick my boot until the static cracks
\nUntil the static cracks
\nCrackstatic<\/p>\n

Here’s a quote from an article Ron Hawkins and The Rusty Nails:<\/p>\n

Many of Hawkins’ songs have a complex web of allusions to movies, books or places around the world. Hawkins admits he has drawn criticism by writing allusions into his songs.<\/p>\n

“Once in a while I’ve written the name of a street in Argentina or some book or some actor that most people might not know, and people will say, ‘Isn’t that kind of exclusionary?’ And for me, it’s like I’m sure there are other people out there who are like me who will hear ‘tried so hard to look like Martin Donovan’ and they’ll wonder who Martin Donovan is and they’ll look for it. Or even if they don’t look for it, maybe they’ll see a Hal Hartley film and go, ‘Oh, that’s Martin Donovan!’ and it might just kinda be fun. I always try to make sure that I don’t ever do it to be elitist. For me it’s always just fun, it’s like Easter eggs or something.”<\/p>\n

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Martin Donovan<\/a> by Stumbletwist<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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