Fight Naked

by Jon Fazzaro

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Fight Naked is music written and performed by Jon Fazzaro, on an album that doesn’t have to end on account of the round thing being too small.

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released October 12, 2011

All songs written, performed, recorded and (c) 2011 Jon Fazzaro

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Track Name: True
so i had this idea
that this is all before we wake up
our little hearts at peace
and our little pills still in their cup

one night i had this dream
that i could not wake from at all
then i fell through my bed
but you were there to break my fall

then you put me down and you were gone
and i'm wondering what the hell i did wrong
i'm starting to think that it wasn't true
i'm trying so hard to remember you

so i had this idea
that i cannot quite recall
and memory might serve
if i could just bend down and crawl

but i'm pulled up tall and i feel dumb
when everyone laughs at what i've become
i'm starting to learn that this isn't true
i'm starting to remember things about you

yesterday i would have known to put one foot before the other
and one thing inside another to hide it away
but yesterday i also would have clothed the naked truth
and over serendipity i would have favored proof
see, even now it's hard to close my eyes and know that you're still there
and know that my control is slipping swiftly away
and even now it's hard to know that science is just proof
and serendipity is just another flavor of the truth
Track Name: May I Have This Dance
here's what i would say to you
if you and i were lovers
even if we wanted to
we couldn't clean these covers

cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you

stains so set we could have traced
their borders with our eyes closed
with fingertips protected by
the prophylactic of our choice

that you mean nothing to me
and i mean nothing to you
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you

even though you shouldered me
that time when i was down

this dance we do
is a ritual prescribed to provide comfort and
convenience to the weak knees of the dancer

this dance we do
conforms to all the rules and regulations
put forth by the bodies
keeping seats warm for THE MAN, SIR

and I would dance with you
but you can't dance and otherwise pretending
only gives us both a fucking cancer
in the head

do you ever see
in the faces of your friends
the skull bones underneath
and how everyone pretends?

do you ever picture
the hard hospital bed
where one day you'll be clear on
who you should have been instead?

may i have this dance, you'll say
and i could play that part
but i mean nothing to you
and you mean nothing to me
and so this mattress might see
a rhythm
but never
a heart
Track Name: Ghost Prelude
this is the voice of a ghost
this is the permanent footprint of the dead inside
almost
Track Name: Grace Note
she died on her birthday years ago
she lived on her deathbed
but she didn't know the way he looked at her was a sin
and he didn't know she never felt the wind on her skin

he climbed her a mountain
he built her a home in his heart, a prison
and waited for her to come and save him from castration
but he didn't have the balls to send the invitation

and there but for the grace of god go you and i

you and i have breathed enough of this air to be sleepy
to all the things we used to only dream would be
but we are propped up on one elbow each and staring
and i belong to you and you belong to me
and we're awake and we can see

and we have seen enough of this light to be blinded
to all the stuff we used to have to squint to see
but you're already on my retina forever
and it won't be long for you
and neither will it be long for me

so listen to me when i say there is no time
we only get a moment
and the words have to rhyme, given the modern format of song
a verse and a chorus to persuade you with their love song

she died on her birthday
all alone in her head, a prison where she waited with her telephone
but all its bells were silent as he stared at her number and her photo on his island

and there but for the grace of god go you and i