Annie Bacon & Her O-SHEN

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"Anne Bacon's music buoys the listener upon a gentle surging tide of sweet melodies frothing with folk pop playfulness and just the right dash of salty insights."
[Sol Crawford, Amnesia Entertainment Coordinator]

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Hear a podcast of a radio appearance on Baghdad by the Bay, Pirate Cat Radio 89.7FM in San Francisco . . . http://rick.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/livetonight-performances-by-lily-taylor-and-annie-bacon/

my thank you to all Believers: EACH AND EVERY LE CD will include an original piece of artwork which I am working on now :) As the new T&C states that there will only be one LECD per Believer, there will only be one piece of art per Believer. But new/additional incentives will be unveiled soon.


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"los angeles thursday"

[as scribbled in the back pages of Foundation and Earth]

running water behind a hedge

a neatly columned light blue cottage

succulent fingers, succulent knees

fifty foot towers are palm trees

planes departing and arriving

spot the sky like stars out driving

an old man says with passing eyes

"all the beauty, in time it dies"

I turn on my stair and cry my cause

"it's a beautiful night", he turns to pause

planes departing and arriving

spot the sky like stars out driving

planes departing and arriving

spot the sky like stars out driving

"Uphill"

Want you to tell me I'm beautiful
Want you to tell me I'm smart
You should take every opportunity
To try and win my heart

But if you don't love me already
You probably never will
Cause it goes way uphill, before it gets better

You should shower me with praises
And leave me little notes
Kiss me on my eyelids
When I'm putting on my coat

But if you don't love me already
You probably never will
Cause it goes way uphill, before it gets better
And it's a long, long road, to the top of the hill

"Happy to Meet you"

I'm so happy to meet you
You walked in one wintry night
You had Milka in your pocket
You had a piano on your mind

(ohohohoh)

I'm so happy to meet you
This river started out a stream
And the one girl who could make it happen
Sold me on the California dream

(ohohoh)
(ohohohoh)

I'm so happy to meet you
You were standing in the grocery line
You lived just around the corner
We worked towards non-proliferation

(ohohohohoh)

"Rena Lee"

Rena Lee let's marry
Rena Lee come home tonight
Rena Lee please call me
Rena Lee let's not fight, oh please

Bill your heart is broken.
Is that what you really want Bill?
I can't come home tonight, you know.

Rena I love you
Why did you go away?

Bill you know I wanted to stay
But life doesn't work quite that way
Someone else had plans for me
You know that too well

Rena I love you
You broke my heart
Now I wander the streets without you
I always will.


"Kabul"

everyone's got their sad story
it's not that God doesn't love me

they took my job
they took my child
my wife, my father
everything

and all the while, it was raining in Kabul
like it always did

I am nothing, I am no one
but I'm not one to complain

when I came . . .
the spirit transcends all the pain


"Free From Forgetting"

What I'm really trying to say
Memory may go away
Not all things are here to stay
I wouldn't want that anyway

Nana lost her children's names
She also lost her children's deaths
Lost the conflicts and the games
Lost Cindarella and MacBeth

The inside of her brain decayed
At least that what's they always say
No one left but nothing stayed
What of her life was really made?

Is memory a trick for us?
To lose ourselves in longing lust?
Not what we will but what we must
Till knowing blows a knowing gust

She waited till Mum had arrived
Impossible to have contrived
And in her arms she finally died
Free from forgetting now she lies


"You Are Just An Idiot"

Were I to write you a letter, send a telegraph, I doubt that you would read it
If I left my voice on your answering machine, I doubt that you'd respond
You haven't done very well at getting back to me,
in fact I think you've lost your tongue
But I've had an epiphany, And realized that I'm great, and you're an Idiot.

[chorus]
I am great and you are just an Idiot and you can't see it
I am going to fly away, and you are going to miss me, oh.

It may seem overly simplistic to state it like that, as though I couldn't think of better
Explanations for your basic lack of respect, and absence of thoughtful words
But you wear a stupid smile when I see you in the town
Which makes me think you've got a simple point of view
So I'll say again today, I'm not afraid to say that I'm great, and you're an Idiot.

[chorus]

That's not to say I haven't got my complications, things to work through, hypocracies to right
I tend towards rashness, sadness, melodrama, ancestral outburts of anger, and righteousness to boot
But if I'm not my own best champion, then no one else will be
Especially not you
So I'll detach myself from your opinion
Get to only thinking that I'm great, and you're an Idiot.

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"The Blackbird Spring"

Outside the window, perfect snow
It pushes at the door, it hides the window
It's telling me not to go

My feet haven't touched the ground
My head swimming all around
I can't remember god or the ocean
Do they swallow the snow?

The blackbird sings above the hush
A small defiance that wakes me up
It makes me think, I oughtta think of you

[Sha da da da da da da da]

Dawn is approaching now
Exhaustion unfolds my brow
I'm forced to drink deep of the sight
Of morning's first light

The promise of ugliness
Brings the promise of new life I guess
It makes me think I oughtta think of you

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"Anyway"

I've always taken cues to figure out who I'm supposed to be
But now I wanna know how does the song go
When there isn't any music,  the instruments are broken,
and there's gravel in my throat?

I should ask
I want to know

And how does the poem go when there isn't any paper?
And the mystics' eyes are blackened and the ink keeps moving back in?
How does the day go when midnight won't disappear?

"If the assholes judge you fuck 'em"
That's what they always say
But I don't understand
Cause they're leaving anyway

To be heard you have to listen
To be seen you have to see
If you want to start full, you have to be empty
And don't expect justice, cause it's not for us

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all songs/lyrics (cc) annie bacon 2008