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C'est La Vie

by Anthony Ruptak

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1.
Poacher 04:36
White tail doe in the back of a chevy She was stiff and warm and her blood flowed heavy We dropped her body at the edge of a clearing And I got wasted in the golden evening For a sick white man with a perpetual acquittal Did an awful thing with the lust of a killer So he cussed the bows and his icicle shelter And as the wolves began to caw We could tell that they were dining For a cool sheet of legal is the law of a hunter And a ten-cent shell is the spark in the winter For a trigger-sick sucker with a taste for murder And a grumble in his gut from a cyclical hunger For every carnal beast has got his appetite And the meaner ones travel when the moon is right And I still jealous of the thrill of flight That the weaker ones flaunt when the days get bright And I guess we're looking for a better hollow Or a backwoods method to return what's borrowed But when the paper slip, sunken ship, bat shit sorrow Becomes a supermarket Eden which we start to follow All the bones of our fathers make a nest for our corpses Beneath the dirt we turn With which we'd bury our leaders And the stiff-necked, glory whore American theater Swallows up the vagrants and the minimum wagers
2.
Red Mark 04:19
There is a notice on the door Which condescends in legal form That you've got one more chance to pay or we will send you on your way without a prayer and draw a red mark by your name. The bottles confiscate the floor That old salvation of the poor The wheel grinds with solid pace and draws on us a laughing face before the exhibition of the judge's crooked grace. And I am paddling a crooked river spine and I am gasping for a single breath of something unpolluted And I was growing tired before I ever cut my hands and learned to sing And should the cold air blow the smoke back to my eyes I will not weep now for the sake of anything That rotten animal of time bites at my heels and thats just fine For all I ask is some division of the tired slums and prisons from the comfort of my mother's distant home So now I try to make my way and I am scavenging this place for some artifact to sell because the bank is raising hell and all I have is just this weapon and its case And on the seventh day it snowed it was the first time I got cold since february of this year back when all our fickle fears in hibernation were just ringings in our ears Does the compass needle sway when you lose your eyesight and your taste Collect my money and good luck to all those sleeping standing up believing some of us aren't bound and tricked and stuck And I am paddling a crooked river spine and I am grasping for a single branch beneath the shoreline And I was growing tired before I ever cut my hands and learned to sing And should the cold air blow the smoke back to my eyes I will not weep now for the sake of anything.
3.
Grassy Grave 04:42
Yes I am following blindly the song of my father As do the beasts and the flock, Yeah, I guess we're the same And yes, I was speaking to others while sleeping Don't bother Grabbing my shoulder and shaking the spirits away And Lord, I was dreaming of grassy graves out in the dog pen The place where I fell from the aspen and opened my skin And out from the blood in the soil came the soul of my old friend Started licking the dirt from my leg as I clung As I clung, as I clung on to him So here we go, making our way Across the ridge of the mountain The ambulance lights and the ambient light Burn the air, burn the streets, burn us all so well And being so young, I was scared for the life I was losing, losing, losing, oh Though so softly my parents spoke adding up hospital bills As I saw the whites of my bones glistening in the tiny room I saw for the first time, the dangers which eagerly crept They stuck me with needles so long, I could feel their hands trembling As I sat in wonder as my brother and my mother wept Then out from the severed veins And onto the linens came These little red devils singing "Come on friends, we have escaped!" Then came the sterile rag Brushing them all away Somewhere they still carry on Somewhere in the deepest drain Somewhere in the deepest drain Somewhere near the grassy grave Somewhere in the deepest drain They all stand, hands entwined, and they all still sing, "Come now, come on, move on, its not the end Come now, come on, wake up, you're not dead yet Come now, come on, move on, its not the end Come now, you're not dead quite yet my friend!"
4.
Fools 04:42
Tried to cure that old viscous cancer with Your granddad's indian medicine but But it ate you, never gave you a chance We went on laughing We went on bitching just the same Oh factory yard, oh pair of thieves The same I've been a mess I've missed the death of My mother's mother's mother Away in California From states away, apparently She asked the Lord to care for me She prayed as I was still afraid I tried to see her Tried to picture her face I'll never know the way she looked As the blood stopped cold inside her veins So if I die before I wake And the fragile, fickle cell give way And the scene appears before me in The fashion of the oldest days I will beg You to remember me And cuss myself on broken knees Or maybe rot away beneath A hundred other fools like me
5.
C'est La Vie 05:02
So all of us are bound together Tied together, stuck forever Sleeping in our beds just short enough Our feet exposed, we're cold enough To bundle up and let the cold seep in And we're coughing and we're shivering All praying for deliverance Caught up in what we're swimming in Upstream to something easy Choking on the shit we're breathing in It's all collapsing, think on it, where you went wrong I'm saving my saliva, cookie crumbs, my lovely lies for better times, and better tries Someday I'll get it right Someday I'll get it For now, I'll ante up, empty my cup Quit looking up to anyone Or any stuck and tired phantom That's enough, oh that's enough That's enough to show me my position exorcism, lost conviction Oh, I was a lover of the chase Before that bit of grace was spent On coffee, cigarettes and drugs That moticam of careless love I spent it all on something sinking in the sewers But for now I'll watch my clothing fade The grand parade, the masquerade The mothball in the cupboard I've been saving for a rainy day The mothball in the cupboard I've been saving for a rainy day The mothball in the cupboard I was standing on the street The ice and snow under my feet Beneath the rows of planted trees Who's pretty leaves had fled the scene A month before And all them people in their doorways Made their way down to the grocery stores And up the road Into the office buildings where they worked And I joined in along In silent song beside them Cursing our vocation, dreaming up vacations From them old bus stations I'm working for the mass production And the gumption of that introduction From that suit or uniform That shapes you into any form they need To make somebody work from dawn to dusk They'll care enough about your welfare When you cut yourself, break your limbs Or grab your chest And fall onto the floor The paperwork is piling up and your heart attack Is documented and filed along with the rest of them So now I'm down by the train tracks Down by the smoke stacks Sad saps, and the power plants That old Cherokee factory and the Wyatt Towing Company I give one hundred dollars To the man behind the desk Who just would not accept a check Or even listen to my pitiful laments God knows he's heard it all before But I'm no different So I'll make a partial payment And move on down the frozen pavement And I do not feel ashamed That I am sick of saying c'est la vie I do not feel that I am any wiser For the things I've seen But maybe wisdom comes with age And maybe those with fortunes fade While we who live to die Are in possession of some kinder fate
6.
Good Heart 04:30
I've got a good heart I've got it good, I've Been told to tuck away Tuck away the bad parts I've got an old soul Wrapped up with white bows I've got no outlet for these bold hopes So I'll let go I'll let go I dug a deep hole Into the forest floor And I did fill it up Filled it up with gold and coal I have a few goals I'll abdicate my roles And maybe find myself a dictum That cannot be sold Cannot be sold My conversation's weaker Than it has ever been That convoluted structure of love Is robbed again I've got a good heart I've got it good, start At the beginning and Circumvent the bad parts I've got an old soul Harboring modern ghosts Dont think they'll ever hit the road though So I'll let go I'll let go My conversation's weaker Than it has ever been That convoluted structure of love Is robbed again
7.
I learned to ride my bicycle in the parking lot of church Just east of town The only place we knew to go The only place with asphalt on the ground Pedaled up the twisted gravel roads From our solitary home To find the woman on the hill top In the big house all alone Oh, we could see for miles Almost brushed the underbellies of the clouds And when A tree fell in the forest You could bet it'd make a resonating sound Up past the graveyard by the fence To which we added all the bone The magpie in the tallest pine Snatched up the mice from thistles overgrown We heaved a thousand pinecones just as far as our small arms could throw Towards the monster in the mountain's gaping mouth made up of snow We never got him, but the war went on regardless of the foe We waited till the fire came To swallow everything in smoke

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Anthony Ruptak's debut EP album "C'est La Vie" - Please pay whatever you feel is fair.

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released June 21, 2012

All songs written and performed by Anthony Ruptak
Recorded and mixed at Baccetti Music Productions
Mastered by pSYONIC Laboratories
Denver, Colorado ©2012

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Anthony Ruptak is a Colorado-based musician who writes and performs his original work with a simple mission: to explore the effects of the human condition. His music ranges from vulnerable acoustic performances to raucous and maximalist multi-instrumental experiences, with his intricate lyrics always at the forefront. Ruptak has been performing in Denver for over 15 years. ... more

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