My Oh My

by Anna Ash

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about

recorded live at the Community of Christ church in Ann Arbor, MI (2009)

credits

released 01 October 2009
Anna Ash: songs, vocals, banjo, ukulele
Jake Merkin: engineer, co-producer, drums, vocals
Joey Dosik: piano, vocals
Laurel Premo: guitar, dobro, fiddle, vocals
Andrew Kratzat: bass
Theo Katzman: electric guitar, vocals

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Track Name: Opoutere
a typewriter letter and a dangling moon, the south pacific has me falling into
the dirty hands of my make believe, of coming home to sweet company.
the broken sun of Opoutere, melts itself into yesterday
where we stumbled our toes in the darkening night,
hunting for eels with the spears of our flashlights, cori’s cursing the cloudy water.

yes of course I lose my tongue every time the mountain burns in the sun,
but sunset beauty spilling into mountain glory is the loneliest kind of love.

oh beauty, you dog.
this poor disgraceful romantic knows that you will never be enough.

dangle me dangle me dangle me moon
chase my pensive feet back home in their dusty shoes
can only walk in the direction they are pointed to
they wouldn’t go home if they only knew.
the bourbon belly tongue is oh so shy
the bourbon belly tongue doesn’t ask her father why
make believe love can heal lonely so well
and this damn beauty is like an unbearable hell.

yes of course I lose my tongue every time the ocean eats off my toes,
but evening swimming in a sunset painting makes me shiver before I’m even cold.

oh beauty, you dog with my leg in your mouth.
oh won’t you have some pity and please just spit me out.
Track Name: Birthday Card
weed through my hair please and cry out my name please
and tell me forever that you want to be the same
as when we were five years old,
that’d be enough for me to know.
tell me madly, tell me truly, tell me sweetly,
do you adore the things that grownups find completely absurd
like face-painting, fort-building, zombies, and talking to birds.

well the way to my heart isn’t terribly hard
just say something funny and tell me it’s my birthday card.
please don’t try to make sense of me
just revel in the madness, jump ship, and call me your baby.

I don’t mind if you’re a weekend drunk,
I don’t mind if you used to be a chump
who was too cool for school, and thought that loneliness ruled.
we all go crazy sometimes and lose our minds
our courage plummets and reality gets hung out to dry on the clothesline
where the birds tend to shit on it.

well the way into my arms isn’t terribly hard
just call yourself in sick for work and tell me it’s my birthday card.
please don’t try to make sense of me
just revel in the madness, jump ship, and call me your baby.

can’t you see, the way that I look at you,
and oh please, what more could I do.
To find my way into your arms;
to find my way into your heart.
Track Name: My Oh My
how do you do, says the teardrop to the cloudy afternoon
I’m starting to see what raining feels like.
and oh yes I know, the timbre of the shadow
it’s darker than me, but blue all the same
in the barren bird-less sky,
and my oh my,
I didn’t mean to cry, no I didn’t mean to cry.

and all I can say, is have a goddamn beautiful day,
the water goes the wrong way, down the one-way street over my bare feet.
there goes the ant’s rowboat, the branches float,
sailers sailing green leaves, saying please please please
we’re going away, we’re going away

sailing tombs are sinking catacombs and all my love my love my love
when I cry.
Track Name: Heartbreaking
wailing for your love, wailing wailing for your love.
I’m planting mourning flowers with Shaelyn
we’re going to burn all our regrets away.
and I’ll grow you with the ash of the leaves of everything I never mourned for,
in a fire on the side of the street that’s only one way when it’s not raining
it’s the difference, between mourning and grieving,
the former takes the couch while the latter is smoking on the front porch
all because

heartbreaking is a dirty game, but I’m going to play along with you anyway
dear lover you will always win, it’s the downfall of being such a sensitive thing.

I’m thinking that maybe I’m confusing death and movement
in the same sad way that my grandmother now forgets my birthday,
it’s not the saddest thing, but I do miss the socks
there are worse things going on in this fucked up world but I forgot to mention
yes I know I’ve lost my mind I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell me again
because I’ve been working on it, not doing so well, perhaps drinking too much
but please don’t tell, my mother that it’s because

heartbreaking is a dirty shame, but I’m falling in love with you anyway
oh lover there’s nothing to say I get my heartbroken nearly every day
as I jump right in and take hearty swim, oh what I surprise I’m drowning again,
I jump right in and take a hearty swim, oh what a surprise I’m drowning again.
Track Name: Midflight
mid-flight stalling will kill you always
please remember this me thirty years from now
when my hands are wrinkled from scornful time
spent basking in the sun of your shallow love
who refused to reach down and lift my poor chin up
before my mind crumbled into its own
sky won’t you please quite spitting on me
I’m only trying to look up and find some company
in my mother’s religion that has served her well
didn’t your father teach you how to read the sky
before the midnight creeps in and your lover cries
because she didn’t even know, didn’t even know that you were there

well I didn’t know that you cared
oh this isn’t fair
because I didn’t know that you cared
oh darling don’t be scared
of me

halfway loving will kill you always
please remember this me three months from now
when my wounded heart tries to sew itself an armor
suit me up and shoot me down
and my courage is fucked as it buries itself underground
and here’s another, another, another day
that passes me by like the bird lit up under the belly
chance and beauty down my throat shoved because I shall be
ashamed for ever closing my eyes and seeing
what I don’t have and what I want
and what you are and what you’re not
blinded by a fiction and rendered speechless by its own cruelty.

well I didn’t know that you cared
oh this isn’t fair
because I didn’t know that you cared
oh darling don’t be scared
of me