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Shatterday

by Saint and Kings

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1.
America 05:09
The thing you have to remember is she kissed nearly everybody Social before social went onscreen Not that her smooches weren't sweet Not that they didn't knock you off your feet Better than getting coronated by a West Coast queen She showed up early and she stayed late She was funny under low light over small plates I saw her married and I saw her newborn kids I saw her slam down haters like trash can lids I ain’t going back until I can see it I ain’t going back until I can taste it Until I can see shade against the skyline Until I can see America upon her lips so fine The thing you have to remember is talking about it now makes it sound more like forty years than ten to fifteen Not that the date-stamps aren’t correct or there ain’t reputations left to protect Stoplights back then looked less red and more green She got quoted and she issued retractions She balanced passion against all distractions I saw her move overseas and out of state I saw her hold her head up against the fates I ain’t going back until I can see it I ain’t going back until I can taste it Until I can see shade against the skyline Until I can see America upon her lips so fine
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Big Casino 04:42
He hit start on stolen land Forward on another's fortune Rewound dead narratives and Made demands like a sore loser The lies that help him save face for real Are they bigger or smaller than the ones that put him in the comfy seat behind the spinning wheel Take the house or it takes us we know Nothing left to chance in a big casino We hit stop and change channels But his face is burned into every station Overload more than we can handle Table stakes nothing less than the nation The lies that let him pretend he has friends Are they better or worse than the one that make him think he knows anything at all about the art of the deal let alone how it feels Take the house or it takes us we know Nothing left to chance in a big casino
3.
Goners 04:16
Stars over our heads for an instant in time Winking into existence and then flashing out We let our eyes trace every elegant little line Make small talk between booms and bouts Red glare and white lights Blue feeling and twilights It’s a natural celebration for a moment, for a nation Red glare and white lights Blue feelings and twilights Gone like those who died too soon Like someday we’ll be goners too Noise drowns out half what others try to say Fire works us until we surrender to percussion We stand underneath and exhale our breath Let mute wonderment pass for discussion Red glare and white lights Blue feeling and twilights It’s a natural celebration for a moment, for a nation Red glare and white lights Blue feeling and twilights Gone like those who died too soon Like someday we’ll be goners too Stars over our heads for an instant in time Winking into existence then gone too soon We let our eyes trace every elegant little line Make small talk between bouts and booms
4.
Imp 03:33
I’m glad you asked me who I am I’m the man with the plan next to the man Next to the man who only looks like he doesn’t have anything like a plan I’m glad you asked me who I am I’m the man who looks like I understand Next to the man who thinks he’s G-d, I’m the weathervane beside the lightning rod I’m glad you asked me who I am Come closer let me show and prove Nevermind that scar on the left side of my chest it’s just a little thing I had to have removed I’m glad you asked me who I am My pens have gotten me this far, this clout And writing myself into existence only goes to show how I can write others in or out I’m glad you asked me who I am I’m the man who believes in being prepared Wait rag and bone beside his magic throne in case music stops right by his chair
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The way I wish it went down was as something better in word as well as in name Kinder on the old hometown than lonely kisses of smoke and lashing tongues of flame But a party somewhere With a DJ still spinning Moody grooves upstairs Keeping dancers grinning The way I wish it went up was less a house collapsing taint and clutter hard to face And more scorch marks on metal warped and blasted into liftoff Into a cooler cheaper time-space Just a party somewhere With a DJ still spinning Moody grooves upstairs Keeping dancers grinning
7.
No arms they sell will keep us any safer No uniform can make me salute any harder Your flag stands in for bad ideas on paper Your love of country has emptied our larder Ain't no ardor for your next can't-lose caper Your love of order seems like so much ordure Ain't no wine enough to wash away your wafer Because the last line you crossed was a border When will is work, we fight sadness with action Amuse ourselves with new toys and old laughter Leave nothing to chance, not even satisfaction We'll slit its throat so we can gut and hoist it after
8.
You haven’t seen me in a while Been away working on my smile Getting my condition into shape Glitter lipstick and a spandex cape Don’t mind me I’ll be out punching Nazis Exercising my freedom of speech if not my freedom from consequence Advertising my range and my reach to update the state about good sense aka punching Nazis I pick and choose when I’m around Never know when I’ll be back in town Ear to the ground for bells and alarms Asking you what’s good and what’s harm Beautiful darling with strategy and tactics Some kick up heels handing out asskicks Some find dressing up in black radical chic Some are antifashion when antifascists speak Antifa fa fa fa fa fa fa means I love you
9.
Shatterday 04:36
I was standing on 14th and Broadway Watching people walking by real fast Everybody’s eyes looking like somebody hit ‘em with an ax beat ‘em half to death Some lady with a clipboard bent down to grab A button in the gutter and I said what’s it say She said it was only criss-crossed hammers Wandered off muttering under her breath I was talking later with the office millennial Too young to remember what 2000 felt like So I told she ought to look up Kristallnacht And she searched it on a big pane of glass A man brought pizza so we ate our feelings While TV sent the story out state by state Zoomed in on counties and counted them all How to breach a firewall smash it en masse Then I filmed behind conference room blinds When one of the passersby turned on a heel Wound up a wrist and pitched it just like this And chunks just flew like confetti, like blame I stood pat and waited for more to come flying and as if by design right on cue was some litter Drew my eye away from a hood whose brick end bulls-eyed the big window just below our name
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Friends and family were ready to exult Till the polls closed We started seeing results Papa got unhappy Mama slammed her drink Grandpa said he’s going to bed Kids don’t know what to think Is it time to march? Register protest? Dust off the first amendment? Tell me what you think is best! Lots of people gathered downtown Some with signs some with frowns There’s a truck broadcasting music We want to use it we can’t refuse it People go to follow along Police not far behind coming up from behind trying to keep the beat trying to keep the police But we’re already in pieces If we could stay off the street we would But the news just ain’t no good We saw it go state to state If we could we would levitate We’d love to stay off the street But we’ve got results on repeat You know how that makes us feel In shock trying to figure out if this is real
11.
Surrounded 04:20
The ticking of the clock is overwhelming but you're not listening to what it's telling you, you're going to shut it out you're going to shut it out you're going to shut it out Whatcha gonna about the night around you when you find yourself surrounded? Whatcha gonna about the night around you when you find yourself surrounded? You look like a million bucks but you don't want to spend, tell me is this how you thought it might end? What are you going to do, what are you going to do, have another drink, have another smoke, crack another joke, why don't you?
12.
The DTs 03:22
I assume this line is compromised Drawn crossed bought bossed even more than realized I assume this circle can't be squared Plotted and projected despite trajectories prepared Fours followed by twenties Dollars pursued by pennies Shots chased with stillness Meant to beat back tremor Cure's worse than disease Since we've got the DTs No pleasure in business Even eternity ain't forever I assume this cube is occupied Rubiked gleamed fried steamed And served as a dish on the side I assume we pour for old and young Poisons poised for girls and boys Moments on lips lifetimes on the tongue It's all oversold inventory gilded for maximum glory Branded and red-handed Masterfully baited for clicks Cure's worse than disease Since we've got the DTs Withdrawal is demanded But goes unheard by pricks
13.
Too Good 03:50
I’m too good at missing my baby And my baby’s too good at missing me We wake up on opposite sides of the planet Try not to panic until we can chat free My baby has seen me drink coffee so much I’m close as a screen but too far off to touch We drive ‘round the city stare at the weather Remembering why we’re not here together I’m too good at enduring the distance And my lover’s too good at the same things We can only build up so much resistance Before whining whims turn wishes to wings My baby is fearful our love may wear thin I say that we’re closer than sinner and sin We argue and make up promise each other We're not yet a nuisance more than a bother We're too good at separation of powers Friends share burdens and offer protection Until it's time to resume domestic hours And count time zones to time our connection Our bed's too big our couch never tempts me The passenger seat of our car just stays empty We wait for the day of the next airport drive We do what we must to do more than survive
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Wait You Out 03:22
It’s one thing to be winning and another to feel pride A few votes here a few votes there We’d be looking at the other side (and we stand there) Wondering what was on their minds Looking at the hands of the clock in shock Thinking how will we survive the times Until there ain’t a doubt That we’ve got the clout We’ll hold you to account We’re gonna wait you out It’s one thing to be literal and another to be serious Maybe you make the trains run on time But where are they taking you, taking us? (and we’re inside) Wondering how hard it’s going to get Looking at the hands that rolled the dice Thinking how loaded and how lost the bet Until there ain’t a doubt That we’ve got the clout We’ll hold you to account We’re gonna wait you out It’s one thing to hold power and another to hold consent Wheeling and dealing advantages One day you’ll find them spent (and you’ll be) Wondering what was on our minds Looking at the hands of the clock in shock Thinking how will you survive the times Until there ain’t a doubt That we’ve got the clout We’ll hold you to account We’re gonna wait you out

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After working on a few dozen pieces of music and lyrics over the last nine months, I picked out fifteen this month that seemed reasonably congruent if not adjacent and spoke to sentiments it’s not difficult to sense among at least a plurality of folks I know and care about. I hope they appear able to reflect on and refract some of those sentiments to a limited extent.

This week, I took a look at four of the pictures I took very early and very late on Wednesday. November 9, 2016, in downtown and Uptown Oakland, and figured Instagram’s new carousel feature would be a way to show how I decided which ones worked on the cover for my latest album, available now on Bandcamp exactly a year after my last one, “Uncanny.”

Please take it in the spirit it is offered, as a look at where some friends and acquaintances are, and where others may head in months and years to come.

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released February 28, 2017

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Saint and Kings San Pablo, California

I’m a singer-songwriter using guitars and keyboards to craft distinctive dispatches from intimate interiors, vast exteriors and all points in between. Drawing on years of pop, soul, indie, folk and dance-music fandom, I try to turn observations and narratives into succinct sonic snapshots. ... more

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