Revivalist

by Ada Vale

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released March 2, 2018

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Ada Vale Toronto, Ontario

Ada Vale is a serial musical drama by Marley M. Rosen

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Track Name: Cop Car
Did you hear that they killed a man
with his hands on the wheel?
Spilled his paint on the windshield;
told the court it wasn't real.

Uh-huh.
Sha-la.

Did you see the way they handled him?
Put their hands on his chest.
White knuckles in the headlights.
"Keep still, son. We know what's best."

Uh-huh.
Sha-la.
Public's gonna pay for your cop car.
Public's gonna pay for your cop car.

Did you hear that they killed a man?
Did the news reach your town?
Do you know to defend yourself
when the cruisers drive down?

Uh-huh.
Sha-la.
Public's gonna pay for your cop car.
Public's gonna pay for your cop car.
(Public's gonna pay).

Did you know that you killed a man?
Did you scrub your hands?
Did you even hear the charges
when they put you on the stand?

Did you even understand?
Track Name: Rope
"don't touch me
with your broken arm.
don't waste your charms.
don't touch me.

don't touch me
with your broken wing.
i don't know anything.
i swear i don't know anything.

don't touch me."

(move along)

"Stay calm, son.
Stay calm, son.
There's no need to be alarmed,
On my honest arm.

Stay calm, son.
You don't need me having fun.

Don't look away from his eyes,
from his eyes.
Don't look away.

Do you hear the sound of my voice?
Repeat after me, son:
I am no one.
I am no one"

(Look away)

"i am someone, i am someone, i am someone.
don't touch me.
don't touch me."
Track Name: Crowbar
How did we survive this year?
When I close my eyes and look back,
all I see is a starless sky on election night.
I see a wax man in a wax crown
on a wax throne in a very old, stone building.

The building is full of very old, stone people
making very old, stone decisions.

I try not to close my eyes.
I try to keep my eyes on the road
and remember to look up sometimes.
Remember to look up sometimes.

But it's hard;
it's hard when you're asleep.
It's hard to open your eyes when you're asleep.

Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.

How did we survive this year?
Did you flick that switch in your head?
Did you switch it on or off?
Or did you take a crowbar to the breaker box
and open your eyes?

Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.

Now, when I close my eyes,
I see a riot and a sleeping bag.
I see a blizzard and a wood stove.
I see a fire-pit.

And I feel a hand on the back of my head.
I feel a hand on the back of my head.

I try not to close my eyes.
Track Name: Glass
last words
like a tap on the glass
boys tap first
to the sound of the past
to the sound of the curse
now the girls tap fast
but the boys tap first
the boys tap first
last words
like a tap on the glass
on the glass on the glass on the glass on the glass on the glass

i heard you tap the glass
i heard you make a sound
i heard you in my head
i heard you in the ground
i heard you tap the glass
i heard you make a sound
i heard you in my head
i heard you in the ground
in the ground
in the ground
in the ground

last words
like a tap on the glass
boys tap first
to the sound of the past
to the sound of the curse
now the girls tap fast
but the boys tap first
the boys tap first
last words
like a tap on the glass
on the glass on the glass on the glass on the glass on the glass

i know something
i see it coming
i've seen all the ways of the day crumbling
some would say
someone's king
someone tell me

if i never fell on the night
if i was a sinner, if i was a fight
then i never would pray
cos no one is sending the rain
no more rain
no one is sending the rain
send them away
don't want to send them away
away
send them away
away
send them away
send them away
that's enough for one day

last words
like a tap on the glass
boys tap first
to the sound of the past
to the sound of the curse
now the girls tap fast
but the boys tap first
the boys tap first

i heard you tap the glass
i heard you make a sound
i heard you in my head
i heard you in the ground
i heard you tap the glass
i heard you make a sound
i heard you in my head
i heard you in the ground
in the ground
in the ground
in the ground
Track Name: Real Monsters
Eleven.
Eleven-thirty.

I wonder where the words go,
eleven-thirty each night.
I wonder if I'm with them,
away from the sodium lights...

And the monsters in the street
raising their hands and their weapons.
We conjured real monsters
in the street.
Torches blowing heat,
your fire, their fury.

Eleven
Eleven-thirty.

I wonder where the words go,
eleven-thirty each night.
I wonder if I'm with them,
will they join in the fight?

I wonder where the worlds go
when the sun sets on each one.
I wonder if I'd be sleeping
under any other sun...

When there are monsters in the street,
raising their hands and their weapons.
We'll conquer real monsters
in the street.
Torches blowing heat,
our fire, our fury.

I wonder where the words go,
eleven-thirty each night,
eleven-thirty each night,
eleven-thirty.
Track Name: No More Indecision
No more indecision –
What is this about?
Did they ever trust you?
Are you in or are you out?

No more indiscretions –
No more birds and bees.
Administrator laughing,
swinging from the trees,
swinging from the trees.

No more indecision.
I know what it’s about.
Afraid to light the candle,
afraid to blow it out.

Are you afraid?
Are you afraid?
Are you afraid of the fire?

A year ago, I found my dear –
part of my dysfunction.
No, they didn’t want to die.


The mirror broke and left me here –
pardon my dysfunction.
No, they didn’t want to die,
but sometimes, death becomes them.

Sometimes, death becomes them.

No more indecision.
It’s time to take the stand.
Time to crash the party
with your invisible hand.

The mirror broke and left me here –
pardon my dysfunction.
No, they didn’t want to die,
but sometimes, death becomes them.

(LABOURED BREATHING & WHISPERS)


No more inhibitions
dripping from your mouth.
Maybe you’ll be different
when you find your way out.

No more inhibitions
stuffed into your mouth.
This will all get better
when you find your way out.

When you find your way out ––

(I just want to get closer)
(How far will the wires reach?)
Track Name: Palm Wax (White Light)
I'm filled with the spirit,
hanging from my balcony.
Watch the priests at the exit sign,
hear your voice on the tip-line.

I'm filled with the spirit.
I'm filled with the spirit.

Don't let me sleep alone here tonight,
when they call for clouds.
Lay with me, we'll stay awake.
Turn the music loud,
and don't touch the white light.
Don't touch the white light.
Don't trust the white light.

When I stay with the spirits,
they let me hang my head.
Let me run the engine 'til it's dead...

And I'm filled with the spirit.
I'm filled with the spirit.

Don't let me sleep alone here tonight,
when they call for clouds.
Lay with me, we'll stay awake.
Turn the music loud,
but don't touch the white light.
Don't touch the white light.
Don't trust the white light.

Don't call me boy.
Don't call me boy.
I've known faces,
I've been places,
I've seen the oasis.
Don't call me boy.
Don't call me boy, boy.

I'm filled with the spirit.
I'm filled with the spirit.
Are you filled with the spirit?
Are you filled with (white light)?
Are you filled...
Track Name: On Your Fingertips
You float into the room
where the word came down
much too soon,
all too soon.

And you float right past the moon –
didn't you hear him howl?
While you were spinning on your fingertips?

He called from the road,
driving so slow
and keeping to his side.
Staying in the light.
But you saw it all, after all.

All the windows are closed.
All the strings in my clothes
are yours.

When he was inside me,
you found me
on your fingertips.

Follow, follow!
Arthur, follow!
We all know where we all go...
Track Name: Finale: Epitaph
The first time I died, I walked away.
I followed the file of limping days.

I stood up tall, with my head held up.
But I dared not look upon the new moon's cup.

I dared not look on the sweet, young rain,
for between my ribs was a gleaming pain.

No, I dared not look on the sweet, young rain,
for between my ribs was a gleaming pain.

The next time I died, they laid me deep.
They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.

They tossed me petals, they wreathed me the fern.
They weighted me down with a marble urn.

And I lie here warm, I lie here dry,
and watch the worms slip by, slip by.

I lie here warm, I lie here dry,
and watch the worms slip by, slip by.

Lie warm, lie dry.
Lie warm, lie dry.

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