Future​-​Tense

by Bernard LeVautour

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released October 1, 2014

All tracks written, performed, and recorded by Bernard LeVautour, except where otherwise noted.

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Track Name: Houseful of Cats (...and it's complicated)
I was way too honest from the outset, terrified of repeating past mistakes. I was way too honest from the outset, I think that might be part of what scared you away. The last thing I wanted was for you to be, just another pretty finch in my menagerie. Another bird caged and confined only by these feelings, we're not allowed to, express. Unfortunately it's these feelings, that forced you, to fly into that cage. I've become a reluctant collector, of complicated friendships, it's a cycle I don't quite know how to break. Adding another exhibit wasn't exactly part of the plan... {we both know how this will end...}... You said that you could picture yourself in the future, living alone in a houseful of cats. The irony there is I know that you're allergic to cats, so as bad lines go I could totally see through that. You're totally putting up walls, preparing to run. Like when you told me while we were making out that blue eyes really freaked you out, something that someone attracted to me would never say. I've become a reluctant collector, of complicated friendships, it's a cycle I don't quite know how to break. Adding another exhibit wasn't exactly part of the plan... {we both know how this will end...}... When I was your age, dating girls your age, all the girls your age were chomping at the bit to settle down. Now the girls your age, when I date girls your age, are terrified of any guy who wants more than just to screw around. I'm sorry I wanted more than just to screw around...I've become a reluctant collector, of complicated friendships, it's a cycle I don't quite know how to break. Adding another exhibit wasn't exactly part of the plan...
Track Name: Bad Business
You want a tirade on why I just can't give my all, you got it. Let me tell you a bit about the bad business-decisions that are oozing like poisoned puss from these walls. This building is hemorrhaging potential, and we're falling as collateral damage as we watch cash-money seeping from the ceiling, yeah. Gotta take care of a dilapidated body, asking me to play the surgeon but refusing me the tools. I won't let you leave me liable, as you let this building die on my watch. The body's sitting on the table, this job requires a bone-saw, and you hand me a fork, say "good luck! this is how we've always done it" and I can diagnose the problem right there. But you're more concerned with his blood tarnishing the fork, while the patient cries for morphine, in pain, awaiting a transplant. Gotta take care of a dilapidated body, asking me to play the surgeon but refusing me the tools. I won't let you leave me liable, as you let this building die on my watch. The cracks in the grout and tile are filled with blood, the drains in the sink are spouting puss, the windows are yellowed with cirrhosis of the business-model.
Track Name: Die Free or Live
I’ve got the motto of my home-state, tattooed across my chest,
Scarred there in a note of irony to the place that I’ve hated best.
But I just keep getting stuck here in the cold
Just hangin’ out, confused and getting old…er.
Surrounded by these nut bags flyin’
“Don’t Tread on Me” flags.
Payin’ almost triple to live,
Because the stubborn old economy lags.
Might be better if I was a skier,
Or had any interest in owning a gun.
I keep tryin’ to get out,
But there are too many options, better places to run.
I’ve got the motto of my home state, tattooed across my heart.
Got it done when I had no intention of returning to this spot.
But I know that around here, the irony’s for not…
When my shirt’s off, it’s assumed I’m packing heat,
Or love this place where I feel lost.
I’ve got the motto of my home state
Tattooed under my skin
A permanent reminder of the place I’d least like to stay in.
But this boomerang is really getting old
As the icicles drop, I feel it as a lump in my throat.