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Boney Finger In The Sweet Spot (zyng014)

by Eric Peter Schwartz

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Kevin Blight A songwriting tour de force from Eric Schwartz. Just when you think you've heard it all he comes out with a heart-piercing lyric or expounds a concept that digs up the roots of your thinking. Modern songwriting at its finest that puts new life into the singer-songwriting genre and restores your faith that music can excite, captivate, and heal the soul. Music that demands attention. Favorite track: Ghosts Of Manhattan.
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1.
At the speed of light on Tuesday morning someone blew a hole in me like thieves without warning they have come to watch me bleed I am asking for your mercy I am asking for your touch today's parade has been postponed today's the day they popped the clutch Watching all the ghosts stumble out of Manhattan fog hatred caked on their skin so the dance begins with party guests we didn't ask in didn't ask in Still the same on Wednesday morning bees are buzzing in my head day has turned into night brother/sister am I dead? And out across the ocean people are dancing in the street this could be their final quotient 'cause this can only set us free Watching all the ghosts stumble out of Manhattan fog hatred caked on their skin so the dance begins with party guests we didn't ask in didn't ask in We didn't ask you in.
2.
Dream climb wake up lover's town faux ride wake up without a moon no cane no hope of understanding without a moon on lover's lane fat man had a goddess to hold his hand a feather ring that dissipated so soon no house on the dunes no view with some room on lover's lane without a moon But this battle ragged soldier smoking in the rain he drove like a madman but he missed the train all the same Now in this time of valour no fighting words pertain and I'll step out quietly onto this cul-de-sac we call lover's lane
3.
Boney finger in the sweet spot the Reaper thinks he's tickling as he stabs and prods pokes you in the chest as he jokes "Listen boy," he says - his cigarette is three inches of half-smoldering ash dancing dangerous between calcified, spiny fingers "Don't concern your dustifying mind the machinations of the wind and madman Time are the playthings of a greater wisdom. A deeper hue of salvation. A denser dark between the pieces that build the human heart." I could feel the dent deepen in the plate inside my chest as he tapped and poked with that brittle, embattled finger His voice was a thousand years dry like air moving over a cracked Arizona riverbed like a breath across the dead His laugh was hollow and deep a baby in a well The empty sockets scanned the crowd to see if anyone was listening other than me Satisfied, he pulled me close "We are all in these places, Boy. We dream that we're above them, but we're not. We are all down here in the places where the whiskey makes us crazy and the wind blows the smoke from the field and the light on the water makes us catch our breath See, the reapers and the sleepers they come down here when their resistance is low They sing praises to the places they so rarely go The glimmering places of life where lovers melt into each other and make Angels blush with the things they say to each other in the dark So keep this life shake all the fruit from this night Live and love and drink and dance and kiss the things that make poets sing Set these words on fire and watch the sparkles of life burst and pop" Who would have thought the Reaper a romantic His hand curled back under the shadow of his cloak and he drifted like smoke across the dance floor disappeared into the pulses of light I got my whiskey topped off and then I pulled you from that place out here into the night I've been watching you too long and saying nothing I'm going to kiss you now
4.
I want to be 2 A.M. and 6 drinks in honest with you but I'm only in town until tomorrow I haven't got that time I think me and you would be real good at making each other hum and I haven't been slapped yet for being out of line So what the hell I'm going for broke this boy's all in Tonight let's pretend it's love while we fall in sin Now I'm sleeping with my watch on 'cause I don't trust the clock in this motel I don't want to miss my chance to pull on my pants and run like hell take a shower, baby when you get out I'll be gone Doesn't mean I didn't love you last night Just means that I need to be moving on Excuse me, miss could I buy you a drink I don't want to waste your time or mine I don't know you well enough to respect you but I don't disrespect you enough to lie so I'm not going to feed you some stupid line There's nothing I'm offering that's long term but I can promise I'll do my best to make your toes curl Why? Why lie? You're just as human and hungry inside jumping through hoops and playing games is just a waste of the night a waste of our night I want to be 2 A.M. and 6 drinks in honest with you
5.
They called her Evangeline she smelled like strawberries and gasoline she drove with the top down across the desert on mescaline she left college on the day she turned nineteen she wasn't gonna wait around for someone else to tell her what to be They called her Rhonda Grey he knocked her around so she blew him away she was arraigned and walked it was self defense they say she looked west for a fresh start and a brand new day threw a dart at a map and then she hit the interstate in the dusty New Mexico borderlands they stopped in Lordsburg to fill their rides their eyes met in the truck stop light and that's where their stories collide Rhonda grabbed her bags hopped into Evangeline's car she took a deep breath abandoned her van behind some bar they drove to White Sands arms in the air, desert wind in their hands grabbing all they could grab brand new life from this dead land The stars never shone as bright as they did on the hood of the car that night outside Alamogordo where the desert starts to turn white Evie turned the engine off poured a drink and proposed a toast to coyotes white gypsum and John Wayne's ghost That night in the Tularosa Basin where Kokopelli plays his pipe the opened their mind to the trickster god and watched the thing ignite But that was years ago the desert breeze can erode the rocks but as you know the songs say love is stronger than stone outside Mescalero near the Otero County line there's a 28 foot Airstream Empress with a convertible parked outside
6.
Little, tiny fires around where she's sleeping there are tiny holes in his kiss the fire never bother her during daylight hours they always seem to come to her like this She's too afraid to ask him where his mind is wandering when his eyes drift away now in the sleepy dark she's too ashamed to touch him because they sleep like strangers on a train in the breaking daylight she watches as he's waking does he feel the holes in her kiss he seems so far away her young man above suspicion how'd two lovers ever come to this?
7.
You say the pain ís off kilter take a breath, step inside tears on your lips taste like holy water but the ornament fits the crime this time, inside Deep, deep spiritual damage you can ít protect the light so you huddle and protect the baggage it ís your wall against the night this time, inside Clustered in swirling waters the benefactors cry they put up money against heaven ís calling and that gives them the right to the inside, this time Pathetic allegations the truth lags far behind save what you can, the worlds collecting there ís no place you can hide maybe inside, you can hide
8.
It's a long way from Earth to Heaven I'm surprised I could make the drive but I never passed it over never let the Sun leave my eyes It's a long way up to the altar three dozen steps maybe four and I tried to contain myself as I watched you glide across the floor and the way they circled around us as we took our dance into the light I hope you never regret it I hope you had the time of your light Maybe you and me we could go to Santa Fe leave the rain up in Chicago get the sunlight on our face we could talk all night if you want to maybe get this family underway My love is solid, Sweet Thing like the hills 'round Santa Fe

about

Eric Peter Schwartz calls himself a "Maker of Things". He has been an actor, director, playwright, screenwriter and a comedian for thirty years. He was writing songs that entire time (the vast majority awful) but only occasionally found it in himself to perform by himself until 2013. Since then he has performed hundreds of shows and self-produced 3 albums and an E.P. He was named "2014's Songwriter of the Year" by TwirlRadio.com and appeared on the nationally syndicated underground T.V. show "Steve Gadlin's STAR MAKERS". BONEY FINGER IN THE SWEET SPOT is his fourth album and he is over the moon about working with ZyNg!

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released February 26, 2016

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