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EAT OUT: IT'S BARBELUCCI DAY (songs based on the novel 'The Particular Sadness Of Lemon Cake')

 

leere have now released their new album 'Eat Out: It's Barbelucci Day'. The 16 song titles and lyrics are all listed below - don't forget the hidden track!! Many Thanks go to Aimee Bender for her support and her encouragement in the process of completing the album...and for writing such a captivating book!! Whether you read the novel first and then take a listen to the recordings (in their four seperate parts), or listen to the tracks with no knowledge of the book whatsoever, we sincerely hope it provokes a few moods and emotions along the way and perhaps a craving for a slice of chocolate lemon cake to help you take it all in!!! Its been great fun working on it all with John, Andy, Chris, Lis, Rachel and Andie T. Thank you 'TEAM leere' for all your efforts and imagination. 

 

TRACK LISTINGS:

 

1. Food Hatching

2. Her Poetry Rips Through Me

3. Seaglass And Geode

 

4. Joseph Tasting

5. Sherrie

6. In The Precinct

7. Immaterial And The New Boy

 

8. Nightfall Nesting

9. But He's Genius

10. Window Over Cryfield

11. Polarized

 

12. Here Waiting

13. Eat Out : It's Barbelucci Day

14. If It's A Miracle

15. Dishwashing It Out

 

(Loyalty Raise Her Standard)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LYRICS TO 'EAT OUT : ITS BARBELUCCI DAY'

 

Eat Out: It’s Barbelucci Day!

 

Let’s Eat Out; It’s Barbelucci Day

Let’s Eat Out; It’s Bardelucci Day

Let’s Eat Out; It’s Barbaducci Day

Let’s Eat Out; It’s Barbelucci Day

 

Seaglass and Geode

 

Well the wash of her love had me crying ‘no more baby’

Yet I’m doing my bit to shine the silver, knives and forks and hold on

The play of them days let me glean the years of such less information

My mother…in the solace of our kitchen

Father…well he is more like a guest,

 

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

When my brother’s geode

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

When brother’s geode

 

Well the soak of her love had me dripping ‘no more baby’

Dreaming up the smallest of thank you prayers I know the sun can hold it off

Who would walk the shore with me… for what if it all came spilling out there

And there’s a bit of my mother in me

I’m reading her story like she reads each sign

 

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

When my brother’s geode

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

When brother’s geode

 

Well in the flow of her love I’m choking ‘no more baby’….no more baby

It’s as vast as it could be, like a state on state flavouring every corner of our Home

The glow of them days let me glean the years of less information

My mother…in the solace of her kitchen

Father…he was more like a guest

 

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

When my brother’s geode

I’m sure she meant it sweet

As compliments are

But don’t want to be seaglass

When brother’s geode

When brother’s geode

 

Her Poetry Rips Through Me

 

Her poetry rips through me

Her carpentry became a side-line issue

Her cookery compounds it

His routine bruises her so readily

 

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do for you

 

Her poetry rips through me

Her carpentry became a side-lined issue

Her cookery compounds it

His routine bruises her so readily

Her poetry rips through me

Her carpentry became a side-line issue

 

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do for you

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do for you

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do for you

Oh…and what a daughter would do, what a daughter would do for you

 

Her poetry ripped through me

Her yesterdays are all my todays

 

But He’s A Genius

 

But he’s a genius reading Kepler, the sky

But he’s a genius for being her guide

But he’s a genius taking Jupiter on

But he’s a genius for knowing the time/tide

But he’s a genius got the measure of light

But he’s a genius never sharing a bit

(…Joe, share just a bit)

But he’s a genius for saving it up

But he’s a genius for being a guide

But he’s a genius moulding graphs into flight

But he’s a genius got a measure of light….the measure of light

 

But whose heart is saying it

But whose heart is saying it

But whose occupied heart is saying it

But whose occupied heart is saying it

But whose occupied heart is saying it

But whose occupied heart is saying it

But whose occupied heart is saying it

But whose occupied heart is saying it

 

It seemed to happen in springs

The revealing of things

With fresher air… and jasmine blooms

….something else new

     (…I thought I knew my brother still)

 

 

Sherrie

 

I’m loaded, overloaded

With what Sherrie wants me to lay bare

I’m crowded, overcrowded

With the Sherrie that wants me to lay it all bare

Any friendship fallen low

Hungers for a friendship flying high

To carry it over, carry it over,

Carry it over

 

Eliza, with your lip gloss

I glimpse your downhill world now shimmering away

Eliza, cupcakes and lip gloss

Again our worlds should collide in light and day

 

Sherrie, it’s been ages since we talked of other things

Sherrie, when we eat indoors I hear alarm bells ring

Sherrie, it’s been ages since we talked… of other things

Don’t go making a menu of the life we share

Making a menu of the life we share

 

Oh Eddie, you say I’m angry

For playing by the rules that life is dishing out

My Eddie, you see me angry

But when I throw the ball back hard, I rage and I shout

A friendship fallen low

Hungers for a friendship flying high

To carry it over, carry it over,

Carry it over

 

Sherrie, it’s been ages since we talked of other things

Sherrie, when we eat indoors I hear alarm bells ring

Sherrie, it’s been ages since we talked…of other things

You can’t go making a menu of the life we share

Making a menu of the life we share

 

Even if it’s out of Louisiana cherry lollipops….yeah, yeah

 

Immaterial And The New Boy

 

I’m hearing my mother’s history

It’s pressing on me; it’s not that I’m a fool

I’m nearing my father’s history

It’s pressuring me; it’s not that I’m a fool

 

For other children grow up

And sure…I’m gonna grow up too

 

Not letting any horizon fall on potential

Not letting any horizon fall on discovery

 

Grind out the immaterial

Go find out… all reach… all possibilities

Of a new boy… new boy on our block

Find out the immaterial

Grind out all reach, all possibility

Of a new boy, new boy on our block

 

I’m chasing my brother’s mystery

It’s pressing on me; it’s not that he’s a jewel

I’m tracing my brother’s mystery

He’s vanishing on me, it’s not that he’s some jewel

 

For other children grow up

And sure…I’m gonna grow up soon

 

Needing a door to be silent for…

 

Grind out the immaterial

Go find out all reach, all possibilities

Of a new boy, a new boy on our block

Find out the immaterial

Go grind out all reach, all possibilities

Of a new boy on our block

 

Grind out the immaterial

Go find out… all reach… all possibilities

Of a new boy… new boy on our…

Grind out the immaterial

Grind out all reach and all possibility

Of a new boy, new boy on our block

 

Not letting any horizon fall on potential

Not letting any horizon fall on discovery

 

For other children grow up

And sure…I’m gonna grow up

And sure…I’m gonna grow up

And sure…I’m gonna grow up

Soon….soon

 

 

Window Over Cryfield  

 

Sadness, rage, tanks, holes, hope, guilt.  A factory cold.

 

                                             (…Don’t open the window onto the reckless night)

 

Sadness, rage, tanks, holes, hope, guilt. A factory cold.

 

                                             (…Don’t open the window onto the Vermont night)

 

 

Dishwashing It Out

 

What each ray of sun and taste has taught me

As I gave up this so sharpened life

What each ray of sun and taste now has taught me

As I prayed out for the long distance light of a sweet Jupiter

In this, a careful plug on emotion

Like the hand of George to keep the tide back

 

View surrender in the distance

And the walk to work helps

(…helps me to just cross the street)

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

View surrender in the distance

And the walk to work helps

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

 

On busy streets, Monsieur and Madame take a hold of the day…

Lemon cake, some childlike gift, becomes more like a live-with-it gift

Is this a careful stem of emotion

Like a kiss with George to keep all tides back

 

View surrender in the distance

And the walk to work helps

(…helps me to just cross the street)

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

View surrender in the distance

And of course the walk to work helps

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

 

Working through to the seed, the grain, the seed

Working through to the seed, the grain, the seed

Working through to the seed, the grain, the seed

Cutting onions at La Lyonnaisse

Without any tears…yeah

Without any tears…yeah

 

View surrender in the distance

And the walk to work helps

(…helps me to just cross the street)

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

View surrender in the distance

And of course the walk to work helps

(…helps me to just cross the street)

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

Plain as that

Trying to dishwash it out

 

Trying to dishwash it out

 

Miracle

 

I can no longer sink in your love again

I can no longer swim through your love(s) again

But these are the things that you get to regulate

But these are the things you work to regulate

I can no longer shrink in your love again

 

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

…still wanting to please, imagination so, so willing

 

I can no longer breathe as the taste erupts

I can no longer feel as the feeling cuts….at my mouth

 

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

…wanting to please, imagination so, so willing

 

But these are the things that you get to regulate

But these are the things I work to regulate

I can no longer sing in your love again

 

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

If it’s a miracle I’m gonna use it

…still wanting to please…imagine, imagination

Still seaglass here

Still wanting to please…imagination so, so willing

 

Place me in your pocket and take me home

Place me in your pocket and take me home

 

Sweet dreams Rose, sweet dreams Rose

Sweet dreams Rose

Sweet dreams Rose


Loyalty Raise Her Standard

 

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

Let them rest on me

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

So they rest on me

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

Let them rest on me

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

So they rest on me

 

We saw time, like only survival knows

Picked camellias

And so gathered our losses together

We saw time, like only survival knows

Picked camellias

And so gathered our losses together

 

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

So they rest on me

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

So they rest on me

 

We saw time, like only survival knows

Sorting our family ties

Unpacking our essence together

We saw time, like only survival knows

Sorting out family ties

Unpacking our losses together

 

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

So they rest on me

Loyalty Raise Her Standard

Loyalty Raise Her Blue Eyes

So they rest on me

So they rest….

 

Thanks to Aimee for writing such a wonderful and captivating book!

leere

 

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