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Bushwick Book Club presents Vladimir Nabokov's DESPAIR

by The Bushwick Book Club

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You're never far enough away... You can fuck your wife Never admit that she’s your type fuck until you’re in the other room far from any sense of doom You can grow your beard Cover yourself and disappear Avoid the mirrors that reflect What you are trying to forget CHORUS Everybody else is dumb It’s so lonely as the only one who knows what the hell is going on human lightning with a gun You’ve made a detailed plan You notice more than the average man But you miss things like your doppelganger wasn’t And your wife is sleeping with her cousin. CHORUS Your Superiority belies Feeling inferior inside It’s the classic cover up The boring everyday stuff You can’t stand yourself Tell yourself he looks like you And so you kill him to Be that much more removed But you’re never far enough away.
Words Escape Me (open D capo 5 - key of G) I need to see your luring hands Your wild eyes to understand I need to see your crude hair curl Clip the ribbon and it unfurls I need to see for myself I need to feel your urgent skin To fathom the mood you put me in I need to feel my hand yours in The fever that lies therein I need to feel for myself Words escape me There's nothing I can say Words escape me They easily slip away I need to hear your earthy voice To realize I have no choice I need to hear your mortal song To light the night where I went wrong I need to hear for myself The only words I've found Make these sounds They easily slip They easily slip They easily slip Away
I married a cold fish My cousin’s my lover Now I am rich We still see each other The price that I pay Is my husband’s derision But everyone knows That you can’t trust his vision chorus: My first is a fiery feeling My second’s a beast My whole is a beast My heart isn’t lying My ardor my lion My lover’s an artist He’s kind of a drinker But all of his flaws I could count on one finger His paintings are good Though he mostly draws still lifes To pay for his rent How could he afford a wife (chorus) My husband is blind to what’s Under his own nose I do what I like And I like anything goes I can’t stand his touch But he doesn’t much either He leaves me alone That’s what makes him a keeper (chorus) He sees me on my lover’s bed In a rumpled slip half dressed Or swimming with him in plain sight Our underwater limbs entwined Denying or oblivious He doesn’t notice what’s amiss This state of affairs Is a delicate balance Maintaining it takes A particular talent I know that exposure would be something awful But somehow I find I am less and less careful (chorus)
I've got a memory it burns like a camera or maybe it's vile, damned, ill-turned etcetera It sits on my pen and draws up these letters The address is posted the same as my doorstep Be patient my listener I won't forget To tell this story but first my damn french cigarette - needs re-lighting See I'm charming, I'm witty, I'm pretty, I'm faithful certain devious acts I find most delightful like plotting my likeness and planning it's burial Or watching my body writhing and sensual From distances you'd think a lie or impossible but now I've derailed my tale It's all so comical - this getting caught The structure of my ballad Has led us all astray My minds a loaded mousetrap I need a clean getaway I want a clean getaway My pen shakes, it hesitates, my hands all a twitter Such a delicate tale to tell with a quiver but I know I arranged an infallible murder An identical identity is all that I needed to set forth my plan and so I proceeded to hunt down my double and BAM I shot down my freedom - the other sparrow The mirrors a mock existance and it holds me like a slave and heaven's not the answer I need a clean get away I need a clean get away The crime scene was left spotless no detail left unturned the body my mirror image how could they have discerned The injustice played against me is clear as that ashtray with simple minds around me I'll make my clean get away (for I am just a sparrow) I'll make a clean get away (I am just a fiddler) I'll make a clean getaway (I am just an actor) clear the stage, for my clean getaway


All songs were inspired by Vladimir Nabokov's DESPAIR and performed live at Goodbye Blue Monday on November 17th, 2011. Photos by Charles Lavoie (


released November 26, 2011

Songwriters on this album: Dan Costello, Susan Hwang, Corn Mo, Andrew Vladeck, Natti Vogel, Sweet Soubrette, Memo Salazar, Stacy Rock, Eytan Mirsky. Photos by Charles Lavoie. Flyer by Tom Bayne (tombayne.com)


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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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