Primetime, Live & Acoustic (w/ Joe Brent)

by Jeff Litman

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1.
On my back there’s a sign called September with the wind in my face and a drink in my hand but you wouldn’t understand I have tried everything I can think of but you’ll never seen things the way that I do But its not about you Wouldn’t you know it takes a special kind of talent to slam shut every open door Just when it looks like I can reach out there and grab it I’m picking a fight over nothing and I’m making her cry over nothing and I’m taking my time all for nothing, nothing at all Always guessed that by now it’d be over Never stressed the details and never kept score never wanted more Drip by drip every moment was scattered just a slip of the tongue and a brush of the hand and an awkward dance Wouldn’t you know it takes a special kind of talent to slam shut every open door Just when it looks like I can reach out there and grab it I’m picking a fight over nothing and I’m making her cry over nothing and I’m taking my time all for nothing, nothing at all All I want is to savor the moment while there’s moments to savor Wouldn’t you know it takes a special kind of talent to slam shut every open door Just when it looks like I can reach out there and grab it I’m picking a fight over nothing and I’m making her cry over nothing and I’m taking my time all for nothing, nothing at all
2.
That was your last chance, I told you It’s only taken me all year You always think I’m trying to scold you but this is sincere now get the hell out of here I stack the cards and you swat them away intentions as crooked as the lines on your face so go and tell yourself a story gather what you need to carry it through if it ain’t what you planned then baby, that’s on you It’s always a stick up or a shakedown if tears are your weapons, bring the rain I didn’t ask you your opinion but I’ll play your games you said you wanted some pain I stack the cards and you swat them away intentions as crooked as the lines on your face so go and tell yourself a story gather what you need to carry it through if it ain’t what you planned then baby, that’s on you I stack the cards and you swat them away intentions as crooked as the lines on your face so go and tell yourself a story gather what you need to carry it through if it ain’t what you planned then baby, that’s on you
3.
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Was it enough or did it go too far I know the good parts all by heart Fatal Attraction never earned its name Don’t act so surprised it wasn’t just a game I’m not the same and you’re to blame you’re to blame I wasn’t trying to interrupt the show but you never know how these things go you were the brightest thing I ever saw now all I got left is this unsettled score a distant shore and you’re the door you’re the door Reach all the way back ‘till the check gets cashed add a little bit of truth to cut the stash every story needs a little sturm and drang get tired of the dream then split the scene keep your memories vague to buff the sheen and go just go just go Was it the fantasy that turned you off Did you know it was over when the actor coughed scatter the pieces far as you can throw keep tryin’ to believe it wasn’t just a show a way back home but you’re alone all alone Reach all the way back ‘till the check gets cashed add a little bit of truth to cut the stash every story needs a little sturm and drang det tired of the dream then split the scene keep your memories vague to buff the sheen and go just go just go
4.
We’re not on television drop your smug pretension this is just you and me alone enough with all the preening and all the self deceiving take your makeup off and put down your phone You bathe yourself in sanctimony hurling your invective every night when you’re in front of the lights could it be your soul is hurting as you’re sitting up there smirking your producers trying to gin up a fight once you go live you’re never gonna find a way for you to come back home and all the tricks and trappings and the gifts that you’re unwrapping are never gonna make you whole Look, I get it’s just a small town thing and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme We both gain nothing after wading in talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time You gather up your boogie men load ‘em on the cards and then you’re really gonna give them a scare with all the protestations and your public demonstrations and your finger poking holes in the air They hang on every word you’re giving them what they deserve Cassandra on the flickering screen have you lost all your perspective is there nothing that’s objective is this your idea of living the dream once you go live you’re never gonna find a way for you to come back home and all that you’ve discovered in the weakness of another is never gonna soothe your soul Look, I get it’s just a small town thing and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme. We both gain nothing after wading in talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time once you go live you’re never gonna find a way for you to come back home And all the good intentions which you probably shouldn’t mention are never gonna save your soul Look, I get it’s just a small town thing and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme. We both gain nothing after wading in talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time

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Songs from Jeff Litman's 2015 EP, performed live and acoustic with Mandolinist, Joe Brent in Minneapolis.

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released September 17, 2015

Jeff Litman - Guitar/Vocals
Joe Brent - Mandolin
Recorded by Tom Garneau, Mixed and Mastered by Andy Thompson

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