VideoSongs Volume 2

by Jack Conte

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Includes piano score for Trains and Window Collection and a digital booklet with lyrics and artwork for each song.

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released August 15, 2008

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Jack Conte Sonoma, California

This is my music store. Every song that you download pays for my next meal. You guys are the reason I get to keep making music - THANK YOU!

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Track Name: We Grew Up So Well
Staring at a trash can, thinking about the things you've thrown away. You love our pretty planet, yeah, but not enough to stay. No, please don't go! You always took care of your hands. How could you break them like you did? Like a bug on a window. Is that what you wanted to be? A moment's pause? All you see is madness. Nobody can show you the method. No please, wait, no! So I remember you in lyric, recycled soul reborn as ink from a desperate pen. Is that what you wanted to be? Just a topic of mine? Oh, I dream of your soul, I wish you could know that we grew up so well. Oh, you didn't know. You didn't know that soon you'd be okay. Echoing bellows, so slow like gallows. Is that what you wanted to be? A still life's pose? A photograph? A story told? A friend I had?
Track Name: Kitchen Fork
Wake from a dream where I was stuck losing my teeth. Lucky for me it was all fake or not what it seemed. Where, oh where will we go next, haunted pillow beneath my head? Where does it go? Pick out her heart with a kitchen fork, pin down her arms. Wake from the scar still feeling sick. Where did it get started? Where, oh where did this come from? Oh my God, my head's a gun. I let myself go. Once I flew above the cars, and the wind blew gratitude through my heart. I let it all go. Save us from our own two heads. Can I keep just one and ditch the rest?
Track Name: This Disaster
All this guessing! It's backwards. Science moves us forwards, but we forget ourselves. I forget myself. Call the maker. Save us! Save us from this disaster: nothing. No space. No light. No love. No time.
Track Name: Ten Thousand Feet Per Second
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Track Name: Out of Nowhere
Born of the sun, still cold. Born of the race, still slow. I can't complain, I'm alright. I'll take the blame, it's alright. Born of the clouds, still down. Born of the lost dogs, still found. I had enough. I'm all done, but here it comes again. It's all done. We'll wail it out, we'll wait it out. There's still time. We're fine for now. We're fine for now. Then, out of nowhere:
Track Name: Trains and Window Collection
It was a tired morning, and the sky yawned as I bought a one-way ticket to Salt Lake City and boarded the 8:05 Amtrak headed Northeast. The train dipped in and out of the empty gorges whose walls were still black from the dynamite blasts that once dug them out of the ground, and the window collected the broken images outside (whose only purpose left in the physical world was to entertain the endless parade of Amtrak voyeurs passing hour after hour through the valley): a dead sofa, a gasping tire, and a hoodless Dodge with no wheels that sat sunken in the red California clay. Unimpressed, the train marched forward with a pointed tenacity, matched only on occasion by a sad artist or an unemployed father of three who planted themselves firmly on the tracks and surrendered quietly as the train delivered them back to the City of Ashes, where we're all from, and where we're all eventually going. Then in an instant the sun set, and the yellow dusted shadows froze grey, and dusk swallowed the whole valley without remorse, because of course there's nothing really to swallow. It's just motion: the motion of a steel train and its wide-eyed passengers who watch the moments collect one by one on their windows, blending seamlessly into an animation, fleeting and fictional.
Track Name: Impression
You got a lot of plans, it doesn't make you gold. You got a lot of breath, it doesn't give you a soul. Cuz maybe I'm awake, maybe I'm asleep. You got a second half, it doesn't make you whole. You got a lot of thoughts, well you got nothing at all. Cuz maybe I'm a mind, or maybe I'm a brain. You got a humble heart, it doesn't mean you kneel. Continuous from the start, it doesn't make it real. Cuz maybe I'm alive, or maybe it's an impression.
Track Name: On Planets
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Track Name: Gulf
Stay still, soldier. Follow orders. Load up, lie low, and pray for water. I watch us come undone. I watch us come undone. Live for morning and dirty magazines. I took it all the way. I took it all the way.
Track Name: I Know
I can't be in the sky. I can't stay out at night. I can't stay in the cold. I know. I can't forget my health. I can't be by myself. I can't be all alone. I know. I can't be out of touch. I can't throw out my watch. I can't just up and go. I know. I can't be on the moon. I can't be feeling down. I can't belive in ghosts. I know. I can't be wasting time. I can't be wasting time. I can't be wasting time.