The Artist

by Jonathan Russell

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released November 11, 2012

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Jonathan Russell Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

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Have you seen Nijinksy dance the Rite of Spring?
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And I said, Nijinksy did not dance the Rite of Spring.
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And I said, there is so much beauty in the world.
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And he said: None of it has to do with my being in this world.
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Track Name: Elizabeth
Elizabeth, listen.
(Hear what I say):
I won’t ever drive you that way
Again.
But it was so June
And you looked so sweet to me.

There were people
With faces on that day
Faces that were strange
I won’t ever endanger you
Again.
I’m glad we’re alive
I feel empty and cold to know what I did.

Elizabeth, I’ll begin
To look into my heart
Let you know that then
I was never embarrassed
When you saw me with your eyes
Or when you touched me with your skin

You should come on by
I love you, you should come on by
I would love to
Love to see you in another light.
Track Name: Too Hard To Love in the 21st Century
Death comes on like a dream to me
Nightly, and mysteriously
I sleep and it gets up
I sleep and it gets up

Maybe I ought not believe in you
Maybe first you'd like to prove it to me?
Then a sweet voice comes on sweet breeze
It shakes me--I believe

Maybe light's the reason I feel burned in any city?
Maybe love's a subtlety drowned out in any city?
But I've got to learn to look in city

O, reaching out of a part of me
I say, "Let us walk in the cemetery."
It's an always-approaching-eyes-wide-open
To learn to love, but learn to look in City--yeah!
Track Name: Light Comes Down, like in Exodus
Brute movement is a mystery to me
It makes loving act invisibly
Think-loving saves my fingers endlessly
Somebody go and put the human back in me
I need an offering of darkness
Somebody go and bring the darkness back to me

I'm about to lose it in an Eastern light
When the big screen explodes with possibility
And asks, "Where do you live?"
And, "Who do you know?"
And, "What do you look like?
What do you look like?"
--I look like one who looks with eyes.

It isn't that I turn from possibility
With life streaming right in front of me
It isn't that I type with fingers all the time
I was lonely in Chicago just one time
This plague of locust just gets bigger all the time

I'm about to lose it in the Grecian sense
When the big flame explodes with possibility
And asks, "Where do you live?"
And, "Who do you know?"
And, "What do you look like?
"What do you look like?"
--I look like one who looks for help.

Brute movement is a mystery to me
And think-love is almost invisible
And I ask, "Where did it go?"
And, "Who do I love?"
And, "Where is the darkness?"
Track Name: Cast Party
Of jealousies and reticence:
I’ll never forget sounds
Of beating alone
Repeating all night
While everyone looked to me
As if I was the One

All members of this great mystery talk louder than they need
Defining music, loving possibility
The music was arresting, and for that he didn’t come
When I think about the long night
I think cast parties are so fun
And everybody gets so high
The men standing in bathrooms
And women waiting for bathrooms
And some of us just live there
Some of us just live there
Say hello if it’s you
Say hello if it’s you
Say hello
Track Name: A Popular Drowning
What strangers in Nativities?
I know them all by name
I keep them all around
In case that I am born again
I’m riddled with a life that boasts
Both harvest and protection
And keep them both around to keep me
In any direction

To drown in objectivity,
Doesn’t that sound so strange?
It sounds like what my loving really
Could’ve been to Ja—
I’m pur-sued by a hate that wants me
Dead with each erection
But keep pursuing Love
Despite a natural selection

Such wildness in the media
Sends me into a haze
Like, always rapt and never want to
Relive it again
I’m driving by a pace that comes
In clinical mutations
And keep pursuing love
Because I like that transportation

But nobody at all, just a strangeness about city
No money at all, just a strangeness about city
No loving at all
Track Name: Like-Technology
I lay it down when I’m high
But I sit left when I’m alone
Alone again, again alone, why?
I lay out my design
Pile up scrap technologies
And sand and saw, and saw and sand
So to speak
And I come into you
And then you breathe
Ooh, I like it
Sandy-Headed Man

I believe in a Table of wood
Table of leather, electricity, and fire
But never alone with science and technology
On my side
And when I move you move, too
Do you see what I mean
That’s more like it,
Sandy-Headed Man B

I am freed by a table of wood
Because I could not stand
I only lean when I’m alone
Never alone again alone alone alone
Track Name: First Movement
Hey, come meet me in the water
I came half-way in water
To become immersed completely
To be calmed by Voice Complete
A sea of summer fades behind
Your tree-line cast in shade
It shakes tonight and changes shape
And falls on frozen street parade,
Hey.

Sweet Francesca, I touch you every hour
I touch you more than ever
You’re like Time and Voice Complete
You’re my tongue when voice gets weak
You’re the only thing of Time
If nothing from this loving stays—
Shh! Touch me again!
I’m real to you and you to me
Come to me.
Call me home,
Aum, aum, aum.
Track Name: The Artist
Everyone at this party gets me high
And talks of last and second names
I’d love to see one ounce of shame
Before I retire

And when it comes to moving just slightly
A glorious roar comes over here, here
Reactive aims pronounced with fear
Perhaps they see that in me?

It’s hard to believe in a readiness so sound
When everybody’s waiting for It to come around
It started as just liking to moan
I hope nobody here is waiting alone

Dancing in halls, and the radiance surrounds
The one who I call Virgil took me half the way down
Try thinking of one good reason why I should do
All the strange, uncomfortable things
You think I should do
And now everybody’s wrapped in waiting
And tired of awaiting

All members of this great mystery talk loudly
And I lose my drive to listen, oh no.
I’m tired and so take me home
Maybe nobody will notice?
Your dance hall isn’t criminal
I’m just terribly hip-to-notice
Just tell them something beautiful
I might like to come back here

It’s hard to believe in a misery so sound
When everybody’s waiting for you to come around
It started as just liking to do
But now everybody’s rapt and waiting for you

Lost in a hall, and busy-ness surrounds
The one who I call Virgil took me half the way down
We’re fabled to be liking that tune
But I really just think we’re waiting
(Yes, but waiting is not a-waiting)
Is there anything else but waiting?
(Yes, but waiting is not a-waiting)
Everybody is just waiting
(Yes, but waiting is not a-waiting)
And tired of a-waiting.
Track Name: Beautiful Skin
I, I am
An extraordinary man
I come to people
People come to me
Such beautiful people
Such, such beautiful skin
Such beautiful skin

And I live
I believe that I live
In beautiful places
Disguising ruins
A humungous facing of
Tremendous ruins
Yes, to my sister my own ruin

Now a flame is making smoke disguised
Now it pours in to the city, and it
Feels like (just now)
I’m a lonely kind of bitch to it
Bitch to almost

And I love
My God, how I love!
Tremendous takes of glorious loves!
And unreal mis-takes of misguided light!
But, who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?