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The Cutting Room Floor

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1.
I fall asleep in my street clothes With the lights on And the radio on I sleep 'til long past lunchtime I do not change And I do not shave Because no one is going to see me today. I sit and face the computer screen And no one's on So I turn away I play some chords on my keyboard And nothing comes So I turn away And nothing is going to get done today. This is the part that ends up on the cutting-room floor Look down, I'm waving to you from the cutting-room floor I wave until my arms are numb And the sun goes down And I fall asleep in my street clothes With the lights on And the radio on I sleep 'til long past lunchtime I do not change And I do not shave Because no one is going to see me today.
2.
The Lord cursed me before I was born My first cells divide The program inside was already running The Lord cursed me before I was born The choices I'd make were already made Before I had choices The Lord cursed me. He gave me the spirit to never say die The talent to raise expectations too high Now nothing's enough and I can't figure why. The Lord cursed me before I was born It can't be denied The pull of the tides, the call of your nature The Lord cursed me before I was born My first cells divide The program inside was already running The Lord cursed me. He gave me the conscience to know wrong from right So the tiniest fuckup would kill me inside He gave me compassion, then drove me to crime. The Lord cursed me before I was born The news from on high: "Everything that you try will blow up and burn you." The Lord cursed me before I was born "In your formative years [He said] You'll have no idea how to handle rejection." The Lord cursed me. He gave me the insight to open my eyes To know when you're lying, which is most of the time I prayed for a respite; this was the reply: "There is no point There is no plan Don't even try to understand You have no rights You have no soul You'll take it 'til I say so. On your knees and open wide." The Lord cursed me before I was born His Holy Decree: "By age 23, your hair will be thinning." The Lord cursed me before I was born His Heavenly Word: "Before you get heard, you'll turn suicidal." The Lord cursed me. He made me look normal, so I could fit in And get close enough to see what I was missing While all of the bad things that I would become Were waiting in ambush before I was born.
3.
03:54
At the entrance to the stairway That takes me to the 1 and 9 train There is a sign above an arcade "TOO MUCH IS NOT ENOUGH," it says It makes me think of arcades Of pinball decks and video games It makes me think of Donkey Kong The big kids playing Donkey Kong And me too young to make a quarter last But watching hard and standing fast It was then I heard a word I'd never heard before: The word the big kid playing Donkey Kong said Every time his man went dead I asked my mother what it meant She told me, "Never mind 'Cause bright kids don't use words like that." And suddenly I'm seeing things with eyes I haven't used in twenty years I see a man His mouth, it cups around a sigh atop these stairs He knows his train is pulling out without him Everything's gone on without him How could he end up like this? Why doesn't he look happy? And suddenly My lips are pursed to shape the air, and out it comes Out it comes: A word I'm not supposed to say I go and say it anyway I march downstairs to miss my train And I can't lift my head To take a last look at the arcade A bigger, brighter arcade Than the one where all the big kids played And said the word They said a word I'd never heard They said too much They said enough They said too much is not enough They say too much is not enough They say enough is not enough Is not enough Is not enough But I say Man, it is.
4.
03:37
In the dark at 4am With forever on my hands Things I've lost Things I've missed Closed around me like a fist In a room full of rewards That I no longer can afford But I'm shackled to them so I can't make myself let go Shifting sands And crumbling plans Loaded dice Deceptive calms Moving shadows False alarms You can threaten me with trouble You can threaten me with Hell But I won't be taught a lesson 'Cause I don't believe in Heaven I don't believe in success I don't believe in happiness I don't believe I ever can In the dark at 4am Shifting sands And crumbling plans Loaded dice Deceptive calms Moving shadows False alarms In the dark at 4am With forever on my hands Things I've lost Things I've missed Closed around me like a fist And I reach beyond my body And I reach beyond my soul But I'm shackled to them both And I want to be let go.
5.
05:05
Blood Liquid light Coat your skin Slippery skin Covered Blood Cut the cord Rinse it down Slap the back Breathing Blood On your palm On your knee Through the torn Cotton Blood From your arm Needle tip Look away Stinging Blood Soaking gauze Missing tooth Under your Pillow Blood Busted lip Burning ribs Dusty jeans Fumble Blood On the screen Slash and scream Horror Sleepover Blood Flowing through Every tick Of a life Yeah Blood in a bead on the tips of our fingers Mix until we are brothers Now we're in this together Can't take it back, ever Blood Shocking spill Marking time For the new Woman Blood On the sheets Afterglow Of a first Passion Blood Welling deep Running free Far from home Panic Blood Busted lip Burning ribs Dusty jeans Honor Blood Underpaid Flushing cheek Salty sweat Wasted Blood Slow and thick Tiny veins Squeezing tight Pressure Blood On the knee Of a child Steady voice Comfort Blood Flowing through Every tick Of a life Listen to it rush Listen to the sound Listen in the dark When there's no one around Blood in a bead on the tips of our fingers Mix until we are brothers Now we're in this together Can't take it back, ever Blood in my throat On my tongue On my fingers Sop it up and collect it Let them bottle and sell it Now you're listening to it, yeah This is my blood.
6.
02:43
Denny's 3am Anybody down For coffee Dunkin' Donuts Chinese takeout Denny's 3am Everybody in Mix tape Music sounds best In my car to Denny's 3am Denny's 3am Breakfast anytime Pancakes Bacon, OJ Never too late Denny's 3am Everybody in Flirting With the waitress Smoking section Denny's 3am Sun came up and I would drop you home Until home was far away And my car got old and died Now it makes me sick to find Our defiant shine Trapped in Photo albums Love it Miss it Put it away and move on Sun came up and I would drop you home And I hope that you are home When I ring you up and see If you still remember me Like I remember you In my Photo albums Love it Miss it Denny's 3am Breakfast anytime Meet you Hold you Brother Never too late Denny's 3am.
7.
I'm all but frozen in the train lights Pinned down in a rising tide Stacks of bills and unsent letters Box me in on every side I'm holding out my hand But no one takes my hand While all the things I need just pass me by. Pick up a shipment of new equipment I need a car to take me there I can get it, just give me credit Pull that money from thin air Another paycheck in the shitter Another two weeks down the drain Another debt of friendship paid in full Another phone bill paid in vain Three years and I'm not sure Just what I bought this for The only interest I don't draw is yours. Now this girl is finished with me That girl thinks I'm insane Now this girl hates the very thought of me And all the girls at work think I'm a pain And my friends sit waiting for the other shoe to drop And my parents are still waiting for the first shoe to drop And my brother went away to some university Now he's got sixty brothers and none of them is me So assign my number, rip me open And scar a bar code across my heart As we march information in tight formation We're the devil's army, we're the devil's art If hope is all I have Just gas me where I stand Thank God we live in interesting times It doesn't hear me, it doesn't pay for me It doesn't hold me or kiss me warm And though it's always there when I need it there In the end, it's just a song.
8.
03:45
Don't call me your native son I never lived in this town. I wasn't alive 'til I left this place behind. Don't clap me on my back Don't try to shake my hand Don't act like you knew it all along. Everything I did, I did without you Everything I love is far from here Everything you think you know is small-town wrong Do not call me your native son. Don't call me your ex-boyfriend You never even called me back. You told me yourself that we were only friends. Don't call me your old buddy Your car was always full Your table had no seat for me. Everything I did, I did without you Everything I love is far from here Everything you think you know is small-town wrong Do not call me your native son. Don't call me your native son You never took me in. You snickered when my back was turned. You never held me to you You never dried my tears That's how you love your native son. Everything I did, I did without you Everything I love is far from here Everything you think you know is small-town wrong Do not call me your native son.
9.
So you sit in your room Like you never understood that This was real, time IS real And it's way faster than you are So you pull out the box With the pictures and the letters Thinking: "Anything is possible." And it's here, in the last Of the twilight from the window Faded down to a dry Dusty burgundy reminder Of a time that WAS real So you touch the only proof you have That anything is possible No matter how improbable I have a rose that she gave to me Three years ago today I forgot it was here Dried up and shut away In the dark Buried with a little candle Burning: "Anything is possible."
10.
It seems to me that Queens is where you go when you’re dead. The J line: an endless parade of cherry blossoms and graves. A slow ride that leaves you burned out and thick as a tenement brick. And I never did appreciate Latino girls the way that I do right now. It seems to me that Queens is where you go when you’re dead. The wash lines over billboards for stores that don’t exist anymore. It’s cloudy, like the factory windows with nothing inside. And I never did appreciate suburban life the way that I do right now—but I ain’t gonna give up. This is only the first stop. It seems to me that Queens is where you go when you’re dead. The J line: an endless parade of cherry blossoms and graves. A slow ride that leaves you burned out and thick as a tenement brick. And I never did appreciate a friendly face the way that I do right now. But I ain’t gonna give up. This is only the first stop. I ain’t gonna give up—this is the sound of me revving up. It seems to me that Queens is where you go when you’re dead.
11.
Denny's 3am Anybody down For coffee Dunkin' Donuts Chinese takeout Denny's 3am Everybody in Mix tape Music sounds best In my car to Denny's 3am Denny's 3am Breakfast anytime Pancakes Bacon, OJ Never too late Denny's 3am Everybody in Flirting With the waitress Smoking section Denny's 3am Sun came up and I would drop you home Until home was far away And my car got old and died Now it makes me sick to find Our defiant shine Trapped in Photo albums Love it Miss it Put it away and move on Sun came up and I would drop you home And I hope that you are home When I ring you up and see If you still remember me Like I remember you In my Photo albums Love it Miss it Denny's 3am Breakfast anytime Meet you Hold you Brother Never too late Denny's 3am.

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released September 21, 2010

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Jed Davis is a designer who works in lines, words, dots and sounds.

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