No Photographs

by Jason Vitelli

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1.
You may be the worst thing that has happened to me. I'm now crazily infatuated and oh so lonely. You stood in front of a roaring flame; I miss you. Your thighs wrapped around my wanton frame; still miss you. I look around now and feel so empty; feel so empty. I plead to you darling, your curves so belonging, I think of them constantly. 'Cause you may be the worst thing that has happened to me. I'm now crazily infatuated and oh so lonely. The moment you stepped into my life; mesmerized. Climbing & driving to your doorway ringing & ringing & ringing. Spent all my money on fancy clothes, just so I could see you strip them down to your panties, oh! Round about eleven PM you come by my window. Whispering sweet nothings out from lips so soft and pure. While lulling me to sleep, only then could I breathe deeply. 'Cause you may be the worst thing that has happened to me. I'm now crazily infatuated and oh so lonely.
2.
Last Rites 02:32
Now we're reading these last rites only for the chance that it's our own found love saving us from this last dance. Throwing it all away shouldn't be so hard but it's our own found fears sinking us into the floorboards. Peeking out for only the reasons we had known before and as life passes us by, we're hoping for more to hold on to. Rivals are communicating and keeping their tabs on our score. If I try to find you, could I be beside you? Running all around with my lights blown out in this crowded train. Tripping over old ladies' suitcases, their hot coffee spills and just one slip and I fall over with no dream left to hold on to. Now we're breathing and heaving in our lonely cell. Our moment's passed us by and left us prone on the floor. It was a captivating, insane game but lost upon our own. If I try to find you, could I be beside you? Jumping all around, kids screaming about, I climb to my rue. But I'm caught between cars with both doors locked, the wind's freezing my tears as I fear my time's already over, save yourself; save yourself to be somebody new. Be somebody new.
3.
Apartment 03:33
Many a time I wait at your door and fall asleep on the floor and as I awake, all of these papers surround me. The Times and the Post, they help keep me afloat with their witty interjections about life in this boat, this torrid boat called New York. I wake up with my lonely person and you are just a fascination I'm dreaming of. Lately I recall, I'm getting too old to crawl or is it just pins & needles that are falling off my bones? Maybe I'm not tough enough for this old town. Apartment hall sleeping isn't sleeping so sound. I wake up with my lonely person and you are just a fascination I'm dreaming of. I'm reaching for another life, one that's sound and cozy and you're my wife. One day we'll stand up tall. Rise upon a cool forest floor, wondering if this is the place we have always belonged. And nowhere else to go but down some musty old road. Toward the unknown.
4.
June 04:00
Everything in her shines, from her dark, haunting leer to her proud, rousing smile. Everything in her shines, it makes me so blind, shines so bright, makes me so blind. All that I've ever known steers me toward her howling moan. Oh, her moan. Her name was June, that's all I knew. I danced with her poetry, tight black curls got me in a lock. She put her foot down, threw my head in the closet, and a paper trail in this heat caused a knife in my fire. Care just explodes and zaps away my poor unfortunate thoughts. And now June slides on top of me, twisty as a turntable, silken sheets wear her wide set hips, pouring paths so lascivious, oh the miles of tastiness are a haven to a Persian heiress. And the prize for which so long that I've sought has given rise to the crimes that I've wrought. Everything in her shines, though her spirit still breathes while I'm parked in my car. Everything in her shines, as I drive my way towards the riverbank to bury her charms. Cold stones washing over our bones. Thought I saw headlines beaming us toward the road. She's staring through the headboards singing Billie Holiday and I'm forever in her chords folding body, mind into slumber. Like the world's dimly lit lounge we sit; her head resting upon my shoulder. And sweet as her scent is pure, the guitars jangle and tambourine hits, but I can't exist until I feel the moist skin upon her lips. And the drums begin to transform our pulsing motions into such pushin' and pullin'. We take the cab downtown. We take it all the way around, beyond the Battery over the steel rails holding us inland, into salty seas, will she remember me, when I sing my song or when I awake from this deep sleep?
5.
Shooting stars upon a plastic moon shiver as one cold breath foggy and blue. Blue as we maniacs crowding round the street lamps. A little kid wouldn't be caught dead round our tracks. And the blood in me boils when yesterday's press wraps around my stained pants along this death trap. Consorting loss and decay. John Does once bright-eyed and sane. And I guess we've got nothing better to do, how bout you? In the splashes of polyester puddles and nylon woes, I eye those curvy harlots from head to toe. I take a turn down a putrid alleyway, see if I may not have to stay alone, tonight, I'm a midnight cowboy exposing the rapture of all their tall lies and piss upon another orange peel of sighs. And I guess I've got nothing better to do, how bout you? Soon she'll mount me, bring me off these slimy defecations and broken TV sets. Into her, I slip into a wormhole diseased with sorrowful egress. But I found it; yes I found it, the summer breeze beside a sea sunset away from the ground treacheries, the dark recesses of another tortured lane. ~~~ Instead, I roll away from this misconception into a makeshift bed; wipe the mucus off my face from my spate. And the shooting stars have dissipated and I cannot anticipate the sun nor the rain, as I wallow in the mire of my worthless empire.
6.
Locked 02:35
(Instrumental)
7.
Morning Sun 03:15
Trying to validate my intentions. Trying to unleash insinuation and wait until the morning sun. Trying to fill the weight of my obsessions to allow them no absolution and wait until the morning sun. Someday I'll find that place, where baby tigers sneak under leaves and lie in waiting for their morning sun. Swaying as a little pony, with eyes as wide as a roly-poly. Just falling for the rolling sun. Waking up to the lance of the lot. As I fall backwards it feels so hot rocking to the rolling sun. They're running along the beach. Waves a'shimmer and a'sparkle until they drop. Sleeping under lovely love. Bits and pieces swelling to emotions spin a tapestry of sweet conversation. Wait until the evening's come. Ships are sailing along our blue sea; it's about time for afternoon tea. Wait until the evening's come. Someday we'll find that place where those tigers sneak under shooting stars, waiting for their morning glow.
8.
Zeta Male 03:05
Waiting for someone, something, someone, something to cave in first. Catching my breath, I catch my breath, but can no longer speak. But you called my bluff; it's all over the news; all over, you can't lose. My rights have been handed over. Your condescension reigns all over my parade. Now I must swear to you. I must be as you; I'll succumb to you. Traipsing down the avenue, I must hand over my precious lover, my only fate! As I resign, I'm handing over the mainline. It's too hard to make it. I'll just erase it, me or myself. I will rise up another day and you will sorely pay. But I'm a house of cards, a tenemental ooze, fermenting penitence sown through. Your gloves are down and brass knuckles spouting roux to ground. Now I must swear to you. I must follow you. I'll succumb to you. Traipsing down the avenue, I will be given my love's derision, my only fate!
9.
Broken 03:48
Wish there was some way to get outta this. The boss got all swearing with a head full of piss. Wish there was a hole that I just could climb away in. Down in this mine, a field of ashes and sticks while the birds and bees whispering heads above here, my view's aligned by the rituals that I live by. I don't want to be another broken man hissin' and hollerin' for the next paycheck paying for my ticket to the promise land. Im walking back miles to my house on this hill. My legs are so tired; my knees aching rain. The howling wind is all I've got between me and my pain. And the thought of pushing my hand over fist to make just enough that I can't quit, oh could it be, can it be a wistful dream that will lead me astray? But oh I don't want to be another broken man hissin' and hollerin' for a new chance to revel in the fables of circumstance. Oh I conjure her up. I wish her up good and steer instead to the one place that will hide her real soon. Set myself upon a seat, the barkeep brings me my drink. And it's the same old pride that my lies have always feigned. I'm spending all the bread so there's room for no change. Killing my time, forsaking verse and rhyme for a mere play on words. But oh I don't want to be another enslaved man hissin' and hollerin' for the next paycheck paying for my ticket to the promise land. Yet I am.
10.
Why do I feel so sick of usefulness? Sit myself down; call me a clown and tell me which way I should file outta here. Cause I'm running outta friends and I'm running outta ways to be free. Why should it be so hard to announce myself to this world? Why do I see emotion breaking my legs free? It suddenly arrives, follows me around and shoves me all the way toward the ground. To the edge of my fears and the heart of my dreams awaken me. Why should it be so hard to announce myself to this world? I'm walking around, splitting image of some kinda clown. I reach for the doorknob. Open that door and open my way to another day's dawn cause it's proud of my pain as I whisper in vain to release me. Why should it be so hard to announce myself to this world?
11.
Long Way 03:38
I've got a long way to go. I've got a long way to go before my eyes are reaching yours, before my mind gets too roiled. She can make it or break it or lose her cool and just hate it, but I got a long way to go before my eyes are reaching yours. For I been running out toward this sun and I didn't think I could include anyone. It's hard enough just being myself so I'm gonna go it alone. I'm gonna go it alone. It's been happening too often, this weight within my head. This bus couldn't be too slow, but I know I'd be better off at home. She's a hard one to handle and my mind's filled with scandal. But I've got a long way to go before I pass my stop once more. For I been running out toward this sun and I didn't think I could include anyone. It's hard enough just being myself so I'm gonna go it alone. I'm gonna go it alone. There's gotta be a better way, as she flips back her hair gently in the brake light haze. It's been so long that I forgot how it felt, but as she stands up to go I know my journey toward the sun must go on. I've got a long way to go.
12.
(Instrumental)
13.
Stars Align 03:51
It's finally here; my sulking is through. Once it hurt; now it stings for now I'm not pretending, no. It breaks in through my soul, wreaking havoc on my whole life, but it was worth it. I shouldn't be afraid by making promises that I cannot keep cause this isn't about me; no it never was about me. It was about being free from this ego. But I know it's a crime to keep my stars align and it's so hard to return here when I'm second guessing all that appears to be seen. But I got to stay on the right path, the path that follows me, whether I'm rhyming to another scheme or roaming the streets too late. Cause there won't be a better day than right now! I'm shaking all over, from too much stimulation.
14.
Set upon starlight, sighing from the apathy. It seems so funny that I can't get no relief. I try so hard to believe in this place, but they all say that I can't stay this way. So I'm through. The moment, each moment is all I have left to breathe in. No photographs, no future's left, nothing is to heed. But as I walk home, endless murmurs pull the covers away and the cold harsh vapor lamps leech the fight right from out of me. So I'm though. Although I could never believe admiration lingers beneath, still my pride is conducting a picture of a celebration. But my bed is empty, my sights are dim, the end is near and so I say, that I'm through. ~~~ I spent all my time trying to become something, cause I felt like nothing. I thought this city could prove to me that I was worthy of self-love and recognition. Instead I feel its derision while climbing each staircase as a lonely mountain crux, toward the apex of Ludlow St. So forgive me, this city, for showing you who I am.

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A captivating listen reminiscent of the '70's concept album that will set foot in your mind and take root in your spirit.

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released January 23, 2009

All songs written and performed by Jason Vitelli,
except harmonica solo on 'Broken',
performed by Phil Robinson

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Jason Vitelli
Copyright © 2008 Maquiladora Music (ASCAP)
Copyright ℗ & © 2008 Jason Vitelli
Mastered by Barry Diament at
Barry Diament Audio, NY

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