Abstract Expression

by Dominique Leone

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released 22 September 2009
All songs writen, played and produced by Dominique Leone, except where indicated.
Mastered by Thomas DiMuzio, San Francisco, 2009.

front cover art:
"The Metropolitan Museum of art 1870-1970" (1970) from Frank Stella. Used with permission.
CD art design by Won J. You of Maven Interactive.

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Track Name: Abstract Expression
It's nothing too hard that you do.
You get what you want 'til it's through.
Don't wanna know why you do what you do,
Don't wanna know how you say what you do.
Let's do it again!
Let's do it again!
Let's do it again!
Track Name: Cover Yourself
Endings come down like rain,
Cover yourself!
Hands can't massage that pain,
Cover yourself!
No matter the weather outside or indoors, you feel the water.

Must I remember her name?
I might just want to forget her, turn down the fire in the winter.
Just once I'd like to come down,
Without a bruise on my ardor, or maybe I just should try harder.
But if I should trip on the way back, remind me to store, not to unpack.

Regret sings real sad songs;
Cover yourself!
Clocks count slow all day long,
Cover yourself!
Nomatter the time of the day or the night, it's always too late.

Love, and other cliches from movies;
I just don't know, it comes and goes.
So, I'll keep the TV on at night;
Voices that aren't mine, bottles of cheap wine, this is the life for me.

Getting so you can't sleep;
Cover yourself!
Try not to think too deep;
Cover yourself!
No matter the number of dreams that you have, you're missing vision.

CODA:
Think about the fights we had, oh, just give it up.
Writing songs about the past, and have another cup.
Even if I commit the same mistakes again,
At least I will be able to take them on the chin.

'Cause that's the way we learn to cover up our softest parts,
By pasting over history as if it was an art.

Think about the arguments that I should have won,
Forgetting why you loved her, sure, it can be fun.
Even if I commit the same mistakes again,
At least I will be able to take them on the chin.

'Cause that's the way we learn to cover up our softest parts,
By pasting over history as if it was an art.
But I don't wanna be just like the guy who never learns,
So I think I'm gonna marry this song,
Yes, I think I'm gonna marry this song today.
Track Name: Sometimes You've Got to Be Happy
Sometimes, you have to pick at your scars and bleed a little bit.
You have to drink up all your wine and wonder what happened to the rest of it.
Sometimes, you have to slam the door shut.
We all hate each other sometimes.
Sometimes, you have to sit alone, and lick your wounds in private.
You have to look in the mirror, ashamed, be resigned to regret, you're upset.

When it seems like it should end, and time is passing slowly,
Excuse me, but I'm getting up,
You know sometimes you've gotta be...

Happy! Happy!
Sometimes you've got to be...
Happy! Happy!
Sometimes you've got to be...

Sometimes, you need to overdose to see the other side.
We all hate ourselves from time to time.
Sometimes, you have to pick at your scars and bleed a little bit.
You have to drink up all your wine, and wonder what happened to the rest of it.
Track Name: I'm the Police
Don't stop to think about all of the times you fought over banks and hearts and things,
Pick them up when the diamonds ring.
Don't try to stop her when she paints it red.
Pack your bags and unplug the phone, pretend all of the worst is done.

I want to let her explode, and then I'll blow her some kisses.
Sometimes she hits back, and sometimes seems she misses.
I want to control the way that she feels.

She passed me walking up and down my street.
I was looking for sometone to meet, but all I found was a place to eat.
I caught her smile and pretend to cough.
After all, we had rain and snow, so I smiled too, to let her know.

I want to let her explode, and then I'll blow her some kisses.
Sometimes she hits back, and sometimes seems she misses.
I like to control, 'cause I'm the police.

There's only so much you can do,
Before your high road splits in two.

I passed her walking up and down her street.
So, we stopped and we sighed and spoke, before one of us could choke.
She said, "no need to apologize for things. If you thought you controlled my shit, well, you know that you never did."
Track Name: Sometimes Things Don't Work Out
Sometimes, things don't work out.
Sometimes, things don't work out.
And no matter what, you have to figure out what you like about her.
Sometimes, things don't work out.
Track Name: Happy New Year
Take your time, start again.
Take your time, start again.
Okay!

We wish you Happy New Year!

Listen, it's okay. You've still got me, you've still got your life, and I think you've still got a lot to be happy about.

And if nothing else, I love you.

Get high and go to bed, man, it'll seem better tomorrow.
Track Name: Someone
Wait for a better time to work on my life,
and so I'm sitting home getting nothing done.
What if this was all there was to me;
Would I regret it in the end? Tell me friend.

'Cause I'm not so sure I will amount to much.
Plus, I'm getting old, stubborn and out of touch.
There must be a way to figure out if I become
Someone.

Watch time slip right out of my hands,
Standing still while I should be upright.
Day and night.
Stuck in this town, where should I go next?
I'd laugh, but it's no joke. I'm provoked.

Mad, angry and sad, I shouldn't compromise!
Glad nobody's here to give me bad advice.
There must be a way to figure out if I become
Someone.

Still, you can't count out tomorrow.
We've at least got one more day,
To go!

So, I have got a choice to make:
Getting started on the hardest part, or giving up.
Please, won't you tell me how it ends?
I can't wait to this extent. Tell me, friend.
Track Name: Reasonable Snow
I'm waiting for a reasonable snow at home.
I'm waiting for the wind to cease its blow this evening.
I'm waiting for what I can never have.
I'm waiting for a reasonable snow at home.

This stuff just piles up on my window sill, and never seems as if it's ever gonna go away.
I wonder whether everyone gets this much, or if I'll ever get to go outside and play.

I'm counting all the pictures on my wall at home.
I'm counting down the minutes until spring next year, again.
I'm listing all the ways I'm grateful, try not ever to be hateful.
I'm counting all the pictures on my wall.

This stuff just piles up on my window sill, and never seems as if it's ever gonna go away.
I wonder whether everyone gets this much, or if I'll ever get to go outside and play.

Sometimes it helps to remember that time isn't moving more slowly for me than the rest of the world. Wonder if anyone feels like that. Maybe I'll go outside, make something out of the snow, like a snowman.
Track Name: Nellie McKay
I don't wanna get out of bed, it wasn't something she said, or anything I had read, chaos and physics and dread.
But can't deny my heart bled, no one to keep it so fed, beating solo instead.

I never thought that I could fall down for someone kinda renown, she's like the talk of the town even if there's no one around.
But then I'm lying, okay? Fallen for stars in my day, and mispronouncing "McKay".

Well, sometimes even you try, some mail gets no reply.
Okay, just don't stop down to cry, she's an apple in your eye:
Nellie McKay

Oh sure, I'm not about to be cool with the crowd who would cough at this song, but then again there is no cure for making a fool of myself in the name of that girl.
On the surface of things (and the songs that she sings), this would appear like a joke that I wrote on a toke and bottle of wine, but actually I'm fine, and I don't really care what they say.

Well, sometimes even you try, some mail gets no reply.
Okay, just don't stop down to cry, she's an apple in your eye:
Nellie McKay

It's time to move on with my life, and the fuss and the strife. The tough get going with life, and get a new CD!
Track Name: Ewa vs. Mollie
Ewa stars in a show that I've seen six times.
If she asked me how I felt, I'd say, "Just fine."
But then she never asks me, and I never say,
Because what we have doesn't take all day.
Speaking isn't her strong point, anyway,
And as bad as that sounds, we get on okay.

I love my Ewa.

My mother doesn't get why I see her.
Maybe she does, I'm not sure.
Ewa's eyes erase my family,
To the point that she's the only one I see.
We're breaking no laws, I'm paying no fee.
Every week I return, faithfully.

I love my Ewa.

But Mollie, she's meant for me.
Someday, my wife she'll be.

Last night, Ewa and I fought.
It seems she wants something more than I'd thought.
I don't really know if I ought to carry on this affair,
Even though I want to.

I love my Ewa.

But Mollie, she's meant for me.
Someday, my wife she'll be.
Track Name: The End
We have come to the end.
Look down, make sure you're all here.
Take your deepest breath,
Think of all the time we had.
All of our days, I'll always remember.
Goodbye, year.