Postcards From Downtown - ON SALE

by Dayna Kurtz

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1.
i’ve made love with one eye on the door and i’ve left good rooms with nothing to say i wanted to love them but love got in the way i wanted to love them but love gets in the way and so what if everything’s changed and so what if i’ve held out for more i’m wild in places i wasn’t before i’m all wild in places i wasn’t before so come on and make a mess of me i won’t walk away i’m as ready as i’ll ever be i won’t walk away i want to be fed by you i want to be led by you i thought i wanted freedom but love got in the way i went looking for freedom but love got in the way so come on and make a mess of me i won’t walk away i’m as ready as i’ll ever be i won’t walk away
2.
Fred Astaire 03:50
i’m caught i’m seen through if you were a chivalrous man, you’d know what to do you’re a sad prince you’re my most humble pie and under serious oath you’re my sweetest lie i had a dream that you danced just like fred astaire i sat and watched, leaning back as you glided on air around me i’d do anything you want look what you’ve done i’d be a game that you play much too easily won i’m too easily won and i don’t care what you do who strokes your hair where you run off to mill street tonight is twinkling like stars hollywood dust under seventies cars i miss you i’d do anything you want look what you’ve done i’d be a game that you play much too easily won i’m too easily won and what do you remember after too much sweet wine; that you woke up hungover or that you had a good time? well, i had a good time
3.
he was blessed - the best of us & now the boy is gone he was so beautiful & stupid he’d go swimming with his boots on you spend too much time with strangers you spend too much time alone & you need someone to leave a light on when you’re headed home somebody leave a light on if someone told you you’d be tied to some wicked & some beautiful dreams and go clanking town to town now - like a tortured dog now - like a wedding car till you’re a tough old telephone pole, naked & stuck to a sad stretch of road calling up everyone you know somebody leave a light on i know love is everywhere whatever ground you stand on i’ll take what sight is offered me whatever lights you turn on somebody leave a light on is there anybody out there is there anybody out there shit this town is nowhere is there anybody home (you’re a tough old telephone pole naked & stuck to a sad stretch of road calling up everyone you know)
4.
i lost all my faith in love on those stairs that november i know it meant a lot at the time now i can barely remember it’s been a long time it’s been a long time you said i’ve been alone so long that i’ve got big theories of lonely and that i drag them all over town just to look occupied but i’m learning something i’m doing time red light, green light one, two, three have you come to conquer me? it’s been a long time hey i know how to take in all kinds of heartless offers and i’ve learned how to hand back a few and i’ve come as close to love as to walking on water so what could i do with you? what will i do with you? i’m going out now i’ll send you some postcards from downtown i’ll show you all the apartments where i got my degrees where i’d fall like small dreams where i’d fade like bright leaves red light, green light one, two, three have you come to conquer me? it’s been a long time
5.
Miss Liberty 04:39
miss liberty i’m miss liberty - give me your junkies - your irresponsible drummers i’ve swept my halls clean of clean your kitchen rangers- your wingtip dayrunners plant your flags and make your promise to my promised land & we’ll make love to the new frontier in the hot beach sand you’ll hold me like a drowning man you’ll come at me too human & drag me down again & leave me broken like a spine split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place i like this country - she’s like a whore who loves her junkies - who loves all her sad outlaws lifting her skirt to tease & flirt with the wretched who’ve washed up at her shores when we die i hope someone’s god takes us in like immigrants & we’ll make love in the leftover light of heaven’s tenements you’ll hold me like a drowning man you’ll come at me too human & drag us down again - you’ll leave me broken like a spine split open like a melon dropped from a high, high place
6.
monroe 04:19
monroe’s gone round the bend again may never make it home when he arrives she almost always lets him in you can’t take him on when he’s like this you can’t leave him alone where’s he been last time that i saw you i thought you were doing fine i was broke and coming down from new orleans talk about the business what they do to you this time we try not to complain, but we complain they just break your heart again now he’s burning all his bridges now he’s skipping across the water like a smooth, flat stone now he’s scratching cause it itches now he’s slurring on the phone i like your picture – are you alone? i like your picture monroe’s gone round the bend again she couldn’t make him stay there’s too much trouble to get into everywhere his devil called at midnight now his angel’s gone to pray it’s a wonder he’s alive, but he’s alive somewhere y’know the city guys are dangles every time you take the stage they’re swelling up like poets while you’re rattling your cage you’re all they left the suburbs for they’d make you all the rage then they’ll try not to complain, but they’ll complain when you break their hearts again chorus i don’t know i can tell you you and me will be just fine that we could stage dive offa porches into a crowd of dandelions, and be just fine but all you genius boys so tortured all the time all the time
7.
you got me in my place you got me at the right time you got me in the right frame of mind for making love man, it’s good to see your face i’ve been living out of suitcases you know you were the last good taste i’ve had of love you’re scared to fly, i’m scared to land we don’t have a prayer, we don’t have a plan (i don’t care) cause you got me in my place you got me at the right time you got me in the right frame of mind for making love i wish i could haunt you, but i gotta just let that one go we got too much to do, & there’s enough else to know (but till you go) you know you got me in my place you got me at the right time you got me in the right frame of mind for making love man, it’s good to see your face i’ve been living out of suitcases you know you were the last good taste i’ve had of love
8.
he called me his sweet angel & he called this sad town heaven for a time i saw it through him & i’ve appreciated that and you-you talk just like him full of poetry & visions you don’t see things as they are you’re making mansions out of shacks and you’ll be thinking deep thoughts as you’re sneaking out the back ‘cause you’re just like jack. you’re just like jack. your lips will taste like whiskey from the local sugarshack you’ll tell me that i’m pretty though you’re probably just bored and everyone will love you ‘cause you blew the dust off this town you’ll leave everybody wanting what they didn’t want before and you would touch us all so deep, but you won’t let us touch you back ‘cause you’re just like jack. yeah, you’re just like jack with all i got to keep me here - the baby & my mother i’ll probably live forever & have nothing new to say but don’t you ever cross a river with that restless heart of yours you got nothing to hold onto you’ll just get swept away but you’ll be beaming like a floodlight when the night is thick & black ‘cause you’re just like jack. you’re just like jack.
9.
Paterson 06:45
“paterson is a big sad poppa in need of a little compassion” -allen ginsberg the road still runs by the river the river still pours into town by the time you see where you’re headed you’re half the way down i was bragging on my independence saying love leaves you stumbling & dumb then I go & dissolve just like cotton candy on the tip of some boy’s tongue in the crackhouse cellars in the weary faces in the burnt out factories this town knows there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down we all know there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down every sad old poppa was a proud young man full of victories that he almost won all the mistakes that he made pave the streets of paterson we made our concessions to the business we paid our dues to the wrong guys and we got deeply screwed but we don’t let anyone tell us what to do anymore we need our great falls in the trash & foam floats every wish we’ve ever made this town knows there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down we all know there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down oh, mio core (oh, my heart, oh, mio core oh, my heart, sto morento i’m dying ma tu non mi vedi but you don’t see me)
10.
Satisfied 02:50
satisfied a dream is dying so comfort me tonight the clock is lying i never got it right i lost the fight i lost the fight i'm understanding i'm overqualified i think i'm landing can always say i tried i'm satisfied i'm satisfied it’s goodbye to the circus and how could i mind? i found the best sweetheart that i’ll ever find his arms are open and his heart is kind i felt it coming before i even knew the engine’s running goodbye to cast and crew i’ll miss them, too i’ll miss them, too i leave to the bravest of boystown my wings may they search for love in their passionate flings be as happy and lonely as fat little kings a dream is dying so comfort me tonight the clock is lying i never got it right i lost the fight but it’s alright

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released April 3, 2004

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Dayna Kurtz New Orleans, Louisiana

Dayna Kurtz is the kind of artist who inspires wild-eyed zealotry among her fans, and there are 3 reasons for it: 1, she's an artist's artist, one whose whiskeyed, determined alto often earns her comparisons with Nina Simone; 2 while Europeans adore her, she's obscenely underappreciated in her own country; and 3, her songs straddle a difficult space between jazz, rock, and folk, & are pure poetry. ... more

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