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Bushwick Book Club presents MISFORTUNE by Wesley Stace

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Live in this house Forever You will live in this house Forever This is your house, A-a-a-ah Your perfect house Forever You shall not want For anything You shall not want For anything I will be here, A-a-a-ah With everything Forever I can see you there So small, and not a care That is how you shall always be Never again close your eyes because of me Never again close your eyes because of me Live in this house, Dolores A tiny, perfect house For Dolores I can see you there, A-a-a-ah Yes, you may comb my hair, Dolores Live in this house... Live... Forever.
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Bodies are confusing They are fragile and built to break Sometimes they come with extra parts By some joke or by mistake And when you're finally old enough To get the most outta what you got There's so much guilt and shame Built up that your self worth is shot Lift that veil Let your mustache free You don't have to exist within That old dichotomy Wear that dress And look good doing it Let that corset hug you And don't let anyone ruin it Rose Old Rose Lord and master of Love Hall He who strikes a beautiful pose And then crushes the cricket ball She who pilgrimaged alone to Salmacis Fountain Where she stared her body down And was reborn upon the mountain Abandoned on a trash heap And a savoir so bizarre Parents who gave you everything But the truth of what you are A lifetime of denial And something finally clicks You are strong and versatile And if you're not broke don't fix Let them stare Let them be obscene Let yourself be who you are You're twice the human being Let them call you names like Lady Skimmington Let them try To make you just like them Rose Old Rose Lord and master of Love Hall He who curtsies, bows and poses And then crushes the cricket ball She who pilgrimaged alone to Salmacis Fountain Where she stared her body down And was reborn upon the mountain A murderer and a dogboy A siren and a priest Your family got the best of you But then woke your sleeping beast Ain't it just like a family To try to keep you from what is yours Ain't it just like a family To help you fight all of your wars Cross your family's line Show them who is boss Show them you don't have to choose Random ass coin toss Lift that veil Let your mustache shine The face that launched 1000 songs A face of your own design
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Let the pants drop. Choose your accoutrements. Everyone's someone's perfect dream. Forgive your parents. They gave the best they got. Things are rarely as they seem. Two acts of love and everything's changed. Sometimes that's all it takes. Someone to find you and bring you back, breathe when you can't. Tell you they love you and let you choose, So you were a girl who was really a boy something not so many knew of then. You were an orphan who was really the heir to the house that he grew up in. Your good luck masquerades as bad luck but it's plain that your misfortune is your fortune -- a lucky botched abortion the truth in contortion if you choose to see it that way. Let Love Hall go and all its riches. Let Love Hall go. The confusing gender switches. Let Love Hall go the unfulfilled wishes. You get it back when you let Love Hall go. You get your love when you let Love Hall go. Don't worry there's more love when you let Love Hall go.
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I don't believe in magic I'm not a fool, no It wasn't always this tragic In fact, the wind used to rescind At the flick of my wrist, but the Earth is loose on its axis And it will no longer do to stem the tilt Since the second-hand news broke that I'm no longer fit to be loved If they only knew what I know, that All our bets are off I want to let it happen Plunge into the green This shallow maintenance Won't lay it's taint on me Not me! I was reared as a theory And I'm a beautiful one But they don't theories seriously here So if I'm just a dream, that's what I'll be Since the second-hand news broke that I'm no longer fit to be loved If they only knew what I know now All our bets are off I want to let it happen Get raped by the reeds This god-darn doggerel won't doggone girdle me Not me!
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Most songs recorded live at the July 24th, 2012 Bushwick Book Club show at Goodbye Blue Monday in Brooklyn.

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released September 10, 2012

Cover/flyer by Thomas Bayne (tombayne.com)
Photos by Herb Scher (herbscher.com)

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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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