Fan Fiction

by Adrian Morse

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1.
01:36
Chasing you is the hardest thing to do The hardest thing to do when I’m half asleep When you touch my face when I'm half awake… When I'm half awake And you get the best of me when I close my eyes You get the best of me every time Chasing you is like chasing the moon You never know where it’s leading you Chasing you is like chasing the moon Chasing the moon And you get the best of me when I’m cruel or kind You get the best of me every time And you get the best of me when I close my eyes You get the best of me every time
2.
Vancouver girls with those Vancouver curls The Canadian goose comes home to roost for those Vancouver girls Orange soda and Adirondack chairs Long days in the heavy metal air It's a long way down, but it's longer when you stare Yeah, it's a long way down, but it's longer when you stare Now I’ve stayed up nights under the northern lights Grasping at stars until morning arrived It's a long way down, but it's longer from where we lie Yeah, it's a long way down, but it's longer from where we lie It might seem like a dream But it's really no myth You can chase your thrills on A snow-capped cliff But when the summer comes you gotta go down south You gotta find the girls, that’s what it’s all about ‘Cause there's only one place you're gonna want to be In the summer it's almost sunny in the rain city Come winter, it’ll all be history Long lonely nights will be all I see It’s a long way down, but it’s shorter with the memories Yeah, it’s a long way down, but it’s better than just fantasy
3.
Goodnight, Eileen, wherever you are I can hide my face, but it's written in the stars The past is never dead, it’s not even past Past is past and past is prologue moving in a flash I know there is some light that we can’t avoid It's so hard to find the signal embedded in the noise The past is never dead, it’s not even past Past is past and these are our lives burning out so fast Drawing X’s on, drawing X’s on Drawing X’s on our eyes They serve us liters of fine wine and champagne But they charge us by the flute again The past is never dead, it's not even past Past is past and our lives are always flying by so fast
4.
02:18
We are haunted by a thousand little ghosts We break them down but we got a long way to go You were reading Foucault Full Moon Fever on the stereo You saw a UFO Darkness is a teenager Who set herself on fire She is haunted by a thousand little ghosts She hears a holy choir She saw a UFO Full moon at half mast Anchors aweigh at last Our ship is manned by a thousand little ghosts And to us all I raise a toast We are all UFOs
5.
My recollections are a haze What I remember is just a whirl You know, I never got a tattoo for a girl But I wrote your name in disappearing ink And it faded away in a flash and a blink But I swear to you, darling, it was there And you, you wore this starry field Of freckles on white shoulders Oh, how I sketched them into little constellations! I traced them by your lines To turn the pages over time The story of our shared navigations We are so casual and cruel And I'm the captain of this ship of fools And I remember I said, “This isn't our bed But let's lie in it anyway” It didn't take me very far Didn't take you anywhere at all It's no mistake, it's just another choice you make It's one among millions And everybody's got regrets It can't be that hard to live with it
6.
01:50
I could drink a case of the medicine Filling up my veins with adrenaline Spend my nights and days thinking back to when I could catch a glimpse of you Call the doctor and ask for more pills Sing along to sad songs until my voice goes shrill Sit in the dark just watching old films But I just can't cure myself of you Stay awake until my eyes feel blind Waste away the hours til the days go by Conspiracy theories, killing time online Waste away the hours til the days go by
7.
01:18
There is nothing after this There is nothing after this We guard our time like it's locked in Fort Knox Like the second hand’s so heavy that it’s not racing ‘round the clock But we get older every day We get older every day Whether you were born in a limo headed uptown Or you were raised in a Greyhound going westbound There is nothing after this There is nothing after this I made fun of you that night Wearing jeans so tight they looked painted on But you knew…
8.
Martha found god when she was 33 And since the day she found him she's been ignoring me Jesus was the same age when he was crucified Martha didn't die, she got just empty inside Me and her, we had a good time At museums, movies, concerts, shows But now she’s telling me the earth’s 6000 years old And her pastor’s telling her what she knows Martha don't lie Don't shut your eyes Don't close your mind Don't leave it behind Don't leave logic in the dark Don't board that ark Martha don't lie Don't shut your eyes I take the high road less travelled From LA to the woods of Maine Through Death Valley days and starry nights I observe my own truths all the same There are rats in the silos There are birds down in the wheat There are times when the witches in the windows Try to follow me down into the street And I don’t lie I don’t shut my eyes I don’t close my mind I don’t leave it behind I don’t leave logic in the dark I don’t board that ark I don’t lie I don’t shut my eyes You can live your life your way But there’s no room for Bible-beatin’ in mine Still we have a lot in common Like reading fiction and drinking wine You can have your savior But you can’t take him for a walk in the park So you can keep your stories And I’ll keep a light for you on in the dark Every day without you (I listen to Slayer)
9.
You’ll have your sweet sixteen When you are 33 Put on your party dress Put on your jewelry Laid down your hopes and dreams They’ve aged so gracefully Perfectly unfulfilled Adorned with bad poetry Shots of vodka and drinks of rum Whatever it takes to come undone What it takes to smile just once And disregard the advice from everyone They're all just reflecting the game they’ve played As if they're choosing more floats for their parade You should hear the things they’ll say The kind of words for which they should be ashamed “If you won't give yourself to him then someone else will” As if you’re a list of prescriptions anyone could just fill Me, I just wanted to be myself Stop feeling like I was living inside someone else We're all paragons of mental health Mmmhmmm I think I'm done following the road I’ve been on It's worse than living your life on the run It's worse than chasing shadows in the sun Clouds and weather balloons on the horizon Blurry pictures and bible things At least those things are still mysteries You’ll have your sweet sixteen When you turn 33 Put on your party dress Put on your jewelry
10.
Everyone's around when you're making bad choices Swallowing the pearls and wearing the oysters If you wanna get paid you gotta hit the books If you wanna get rich you better learn to cook Everyone's around when you're making mistakes Carving their knives at the top of the food chain If you wanna learn to fish you gotta write a check Get a big boat baby with a crew on deck But someone’s always looking out for you And someone’s always got a deal for you Everyone's around when you're making hard choices And they're stepping over you to the highest of horses If you wanna live right you gotta build your fix Dig down now get your face in the bricks But someone’s always looking out for you And someone’s always got it out for you Everyone's around when you're in distress And they're taking more and giving less If you want a leg up, lose the helping hand As they’re stepping over you while you tread quicksand Someone’s always looking out for you Someone’s always got it out for you Someone’s always looking out Someone’s always looking out Someone’s always looking down on you...
11.
I don’t know if it’s some kind of psychosis Maybe it all started with Moses Maybe it’s dashed hopes and broken dreams Maybe it’s not seeing myself In the pages of In the pages of In the pages of In the pages of magazines Maybe I'm lacking convictions and piety And that's why it all feels so garden variety One week fresh daisies, the next wilted roses Maybe it all started with Moses I finally feel my age And everything they say is true Waking up at 3am Punch-drunk, punch-drunk, and blue Could be I'm damaged or just resigned Maybe I'm difficult by design Maybe I'm a cynical bitch And everyone knows I'm just I’m just full of it I’m just full of it I’m just full of it I’m just full of it
12.
Everyone's around when you're making bad choices Swallowing the pearls and wearing the oysters If you wanna get paid you gotta hit the books If you wanna get rich you better learn to cook Everyone's around when you're making mistakes Carving their knives at the top of the food chain If you wanna learn to fish you gotta write a check Get a big boat baby with a crew on deck But someone’s always looking out for you And someone’s always got a deal for you Everyone's around when you're making hard choices And they're stepping over you to the highest of horses If you wanna live right you gotta build your fix Dig down now get your face in the bricks But someone’s always looking out for you And someone’s always got it out for you [incomprehensible ramblings] Everyone's around when you're in distress And they're taking more and giving less If you want a leg up, lose the helping hand As they’re stepping over you while you tread quicksand Someone’s always looking out for you Someone’s always got it out for you Someone’s always looking out Someone’s always looking out Someone’s always looking down on you...

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(Mostly) Fan Fiction: a recording that might have been called Songs Written Backwards, as each title was assigned by friends and fellow musicians written from that as the starting point. Also included--a couple swank remixes for fun. --AMM--

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released June 29, 2018

File under (mostly) fan fiction.

Written and performed by Adrian with some occasional programmed robot bleeps and beats. Recorded, mixed, catered, etc, by Adrian. Pretty Misery Music©℗ 2018.

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Adrian Morse Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Adrian creates songs stitched from historical yarns, literary scenes, and relatable blunders of personal experience. A veteran of countless musical missteps, unrealized bands, and aborted projects, his recent works include an acoustic LP and a series of increasingly unpopular releases with the power pop band Readership. He resides in Philadelphia and has a nice cat (who even has his own song). ... more

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