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Bushwick Book Club presents SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE

by The Bushwick Book Club

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Dresden This is my wife Pat, smile like a Cheshire Cat This here is Wes, he’ll screw anything in a dress Can we not do this here? Kinda looks bad I’m not the one who banged an undergrad We want to welcome you…to modern day Dresden Who fears Hiroshima when you're living in Dresden Don't need to go nuclear for mutual destruction Don't have to force a nasty divorce 1000 cuts is our natural course Who fears Hiroshima when you’re living in Dresden I’m not that old, just look at me You ended our sex life unilaterally I’m still thin, I look great! It’s who you won’t fuck, not what you don’t eat We’re here to welcome you…to modern day Dresden Who fears Hiroshima when you're living in Dresden Don't need an H bomb for mutual destruction The nuclear winter in Nagasaki Sounds like a nice excuse for ice hockey Who fears Hiroshima when you’re living in Dresden You might think we would resort As a matter of course to divorce court But then you’d miss out on all the fun!
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Let me be a song singing, a dance dancing, a story telling, a life living. Let me be a sex sexing, a fix fixing, a joke joking, a love loving. The birds don’t care at all that life’s replete with human woes. All the people die, it’s po-tee-weet and so it goes... We are structured to ask why when there really is no answer. Is it to make us feel like idiots, oh that’s right, there is no answer. What if Kilgore trout is right about the hum and fear of cancer The dimensions that make you sick or pregnant, oh right, there is no answer. No answer, no answer no answer no answer _____________________________________________ So don’t have bad sex, but if you do, don’t concentrate on it. Concentrate on the good sex, and all the good moments… tHat’s all we have. We are bugs, in amber, That’s all we have. Just love and amber. ________________________________________________ Can I be a bug trapped in love? With my old legs and my young Can I Can I Can I can I Can I can I can I be a bug in love? Time… there’s no spending it It’s just suspending Everything we know in it Living has to happen in something It happens in time… What you want is not what you get We ask questions with no answer We’re the nuts in the nougat We’re the bugs in the amber Let me be a song singing, a dance dancing, a story telling, a life living. Let me be a sex sexing, a fix fixing, a joke joking, a love loving. ************ The birds don’t care at all that life’s replete with human woes. All the people die, it’s po tee weet and so it goes... ************ We are structured to ask why when there really is no answer. Is it to make us feel like idiots, oh that’s right, there is no answer. What if Kilgore trout is right about the hum and fear of cancer The dimensions that make you sick or pregnant, oh right, there is no answer. No answer, no answer no answer no answer You don’t need a delorean Say the Tralfamadorians G a- B C break - B C (You don’t need a flux capacitor If you come from tralfamador)
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Burning City Mustard gas and roses on your breath You call them on the phone The middle of the night You’re still awake You’re all alone It doesn’t help that much to know They’re still out there somewhere and always will be Blazing in your mind just like The image of a burning city When Sodom and Gomorrah Were destroyed in deadly rain of fire You knew you shouldn’t look back But the past it snagged you like barbed wire You turned to salt You turned to stone You turned to cinders ash and putty Smoldering like coals In the rubble of a burning city How do you measure the present? How wide is it, how deep? Somebody’s playing with the clocks How much is yours to keep? The alcohol makes mustard gas And roses linger on your breath It seems like there should be more comfort In the truth of time and death We live forever Trapped in amber Moments that pass by so quickly Racing toward the end Like we’re fleeing from a burning city
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All Billy's fellow soldiers were dead; Now, tell me, what was there to be said? I'd say I know, Oh yes, I know, Oh, but so it goes. And then one day the champagne was flat; Now, tell me, what'cha say about that? I say I know, Oh yes, I know, Oh, but so it goes. Things live and then things die, that's just the way it is, Like every glass of Coke that's poured will one day lose its fizz, And every music star gets burned out by the music biz; Everybody knows -- so it goes. We give our music all that we've got, But will we make it? Probably not. Oh, but we know, Yes, we know, Oh, that so it goes.
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I shot my first deer on a winter day - when I was ten years old When I looked through the sights my hands were shaking cause the barrel was so damn cold My daddy told me to take a breath and then let it out real slow I squeezed the trigger and the deer went down in a pool of blood on the snow Blood – Blood on the snow After Pearl Harbor I wanted to fight, so I joined up as a ranger. They shot bullets overhead as we crawled in the dirt, to get us used to danger Tommy stuck his head up and then he fell down – I asked if he was hurt But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a trickle of blood on the dirt Blood – Blood on the dirt My real war started on D-Day climbing up the cliff at Pointe-du-Hoc The Krauts didn’t figure we could get up that way – we gave ‘em quite a shock I tossed my grenade in a German bunker – I don’t say it was neat. I looked inside and all I saw was a spatter of blood on concrete Blood – Blood on concrete When winter came, my buddy and I got stuck behind enemy lines With a pair of morons slowing us down – or else we’d have been fine So we ditched them and we went to lie in wait where we thought the Germans would go But now I’m dying with a hole in my back in a pool of blood on the snow Blood – My blood on the snow
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We all float through time warps From babies to corpse We’re lapdogs to our fate Spring time awaits You can push you can shove But there isn’t much love In denying your defeat Life can be so sweet Stock up on souvenirs Try to remember years You walked through in your sleep There is no once upon Life is a time bomb That’s already gone off But the birds always sing Everything Lives on in their (song) All These digital snapshots The modern day amber rocks Freezing time in a glow Golden and soft All these moments of sentiment No more than sediment Blowing through space Always in their place Stock up on souvenirs Try to remembers years You walked through in your sleep There is no once upon Life is a time bomb That’s already gone off But the birds always sing Everything Lives on in their (song) All of these moments They have always been here The mother or soldier Living peace or in fear Your car and your home Just illusions of the present Nothing stays the same And nothing ever changes It just is
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All songs recorded live at Goodbye Blue Monday in Bushwick, Brooklyn on January 23rd, 2013.

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released February 3, 2013

Special thanks to Steve Trimboli and our awesome sound person, Ani.

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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York

We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more

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