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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
