City of Oblivion

by Anton Sword

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Jar of Gin My hand was on the gate when something made me hesitate You held up a jar of gin, a gray-gold ring within it I said, hey, wait a minute, let me see that there I was in the basement for a long while, I forgot about the light, forgot about the light Counting coal and old reflections You built a palace on the sand in a desolate land you gotta break to create, dig a pool for the skate boards or mosquito hordes will take it back You were in the basement for a long while, You forgot about the light, forgot about the light Just smoke and mirrors Running out by the water there’s nothing more to alter My mind is getting old, my face is what I hold up I say let it roll up all around us now We were in the basement for a long while, We forgot about the light, forgot about the light And we broke the jar of gin but it’s all right
City of Oblivion I never lost my love for you, baby, but I left so I could live Cause every night beside you poured right through my heart like through a paper sieve You took everything I gave, baby, I had nothing left to give So I set out for the city of oblivion I climbed out of the window slowly when I heard the treetops sigh The moon was looking down upon the meadow from the purple sky I crawled into the tunnel by the highway where the people don’t care why I was going to the city of oblivion They said go, go, be no one now Go, go, you know you know how Forget, forget, forget your regret No one cares inside the city So I sat upon the lily pad of wisdom but it sank into the mud I fired off the rifle shot of genius but the shell was a dud I stumbled through the brambles of compassion but the thorns drew no blood Before I reached the city of oblivion They said go, go, be no one now Go, go, you know you know how Forget, forget, forget your regret So I buried it outside the walls of the city So when you think about me, baby (though I guess you seldom do) Know that I’m standing on the silent sidewalk in the burning blue I annihilated everything that had a trace of you And I’m happy in the city of oblivion
I Like Your Mind Back at the shark bar with a maker’s mark again I sit alone with my moleskin and my pen When by the jukebox I recognize your voice The way you tell a joke just gets me moist Your smooth allusions and cool sarcasm Almost induce a mental orgasm As usual not only are your clothes a perfect fit But every tiny detail shows your wit I’m nearly ready armored in my liquid bronze To talk to you and hope for a response Your lips undulate in your pretty face As you create another brilliant turn of phrase I like your mind I listen closely so you take me to your place On Clinton Street, a cleverly decorated space Tongue-tied on your bed I have a sudden urge to flee Cause I’m scared that you’re almost as smart as me We sit here breathing as I absorb it all I think I need some phenobarbitol ‘Cause I like your mind
The Lawn Behold my entourage! There’s more to life than looking sexy, but I’m not sure what Let’s see the den, there’s something very messy But don’t be alarmed, what do you think I’m on? You want me to just wave my magic wand? Oh come on, come on, follow me to the lawn Is this a mirage? Salamander heat strokes my private beach Come hide with me, swim silently, shelter in an empty speech My pretty swan, what do you think I’m on? Just listen to my cosmic intercom Oh come on, come on, follow me to the lawn Glamorous collage Beautiful salon, a eurotrash-fest You’re still not impressed? What if I crowned you the high priestess Of my pantheon? What do you think I’m on? Let’s get our final portrait drawn Oh come on, come on, follow me to the lawn
Contaminated I’ve been contaminated, get away, save yourself My picture’s laminated, remember me as someone else Then forget me, I’ll just fade away I’ve been contaminated, you can’t reach me anymore But I’m still animated, just not quite like before So forget me, I’ll just fade away My resistance to illusion, emotional pollution Stems from when I was infected, infatuated, but now I’m protected And I will make you helpless, whatever you do won’t mean much We can still be together, we just can never touch ‘Cause I’m contaminated I’ve been rated, dated, hated, slated for replacement in the basement My rapture always festers so I give myself a lecture, avoid conjecture I’ll meet you in the diner in the last booth on the south side I’ll tell you later all the things that made my mind Lemon rinds, coffee grinds, I’m contaminated
Listening Under the El in falling snow at five a.m. Scattering trash below my window’s blowing again Tonight my finger on the keys makes my blind piano see You in the silence of the street I’m following trails of shiny times with broken brooms Pushing together precious piles of later and soon While the empty paper night is torn by tiny tears of light Spilling out onto the curb All of the flutes of morning breathe your silvered air All of the violins of life thrive in your hair Orchestras of crows and doves, symphonies of sudden love Conducted by the sun Spiraling in a melody we flew off the charts and into the blue And I followed you, I still follow you Whether you tell me everything I want to know Whether you show me all the things I want you to show Every string on my guitar will keep translating where you are I’ll be alone here listening
Sandwich Hypnotized by the way you eat your sandwich I forgot what to say A thousand islands in your eyes look at me And I’m just mayonnaise Oh, I remember now, I had it all planned out An easy see-through pose, but you already know You already know I met you long before I knew you In a dark scary place It was there everywhere right through you There it is in your face It’s for forever now, it’s already planned out Our orders I suppose, we both already know We both already know
Anybody Else (The Glove) Goodbye from the guys, everybody told me to tell you They say goodbye Say hello to the girls, I know that none of them really trust me But I don’t care You take the photos, I’m leaving on a slow boat But I hope that you know you weren’t just like anybody else You showed me the bars, all your pals down by the river And the canals Nobodies and stars, the local sub-cultural icons We had a bacchanal And in your bedroom between the bodies and the blue fumes Something was so smooth, I had to have a taste just for myself And in the morning amid the coffee and the coughing I felt a warning you weren’t just like anybody else You wore purple and green, crimson and platinum bleached blonde And I wore black Your diary’s clean But I swiped your glove from our freak scene And I’ll never give it back Your glove
Nowhere Where’s Saint Michael’s secret stairway To the back room at McGlade’s? Where’s the abandoned railway station Underneath Trump Place? After the city closed around you And you made your crazed escape Why do you still hover in the humid haze? Where are all the murals from the lobby of three-twelve? Where are all the pretty stories that we told ourselves? What happened to the money? It’s quite a mystery Where are all the pretty people we pretended to be? Nowhere Where’s our magic manhole to the room that mesmerized And our precious pavement that glitters with a billion eyes? That city vanished with you but a piece of you I kept In the badlands of my heart where my old crushes crept Nowhere Hiding hiding in your bed sucking on a dream Living in your head on a life-support machine By the Apthorpe and Ansonia, by the old forgotten pier On the broken promenade near where you disappeared On the stoop outside your building on eighty-seventh street My shadow’s hanging round the places we used to meet Nowhere
Gone The soundmen pull us through lean years We trust their old ingenious ears Fine beads of fame would slake our souls But we string our shame on metronomes Here comes the dawn, someday this all will be gone There’s no turning back, it’s time to sing our so long When drama fades the shapes grow strong The colors bright, the moments long The fans all wave along the way Torn flags to decorate the day They write our names in cries of gold A million miles beyond the cold Here comes the dawn, someday this all will be gone No turning back, it’s time to sing our so long On silver skin we ply our oars And row back to the spangled source Gone
Time is Running Out Like Thread (The Astronomer's Lullaby) Oh my little pouty face, won’t you come and stay up late We will see such pretty things Venus, Mars, and Saturn’s rings We can stay all night I hope look into my telescope Someday all the stars will die so I will sing this lullaby Time is running out like thread time is turning promises to lies And spinning necklaces of tears time will take you by surprise Come and sit close to me now the sun has gone behind the trees See the town spread out below no one down there has to know Look into the darkness of the sky is there something in your eye? The milky way is burning up won’t you come and drink a cup?


Anton Sword is joined by The We Ours, an assembled cast of musical superheroes still spread across 2 continents, who anchor this attempt at a cross-fertilization of 1960s britpop, 1970s slickness, and a small taste of 1980s darkness.


released February 25, 2010

Written and Produced by Anton Sword.

Anton Sword: voice, keyboards, programming
Kristofer Widholm: voice, guitars
Kristin Mueller: drum kit, guitar
Julian Maile: guitars, bass
Jessica Hallman: voice, cello
Kay Luebke: drum kit
Chris Wilson: bass
Jay Foote: bass
Nathan Halpern: guitar
Joanna Choy: voice
Kerry Kennedy: voice
Eddie Zweiback: percussion
Recorded and Mixed by Pete Kohl at Beautyrock, NYC; Ingo Krauss at Candybomber, Berlin; Damon Whittemore and Kristin Mueller at ValveTone and GödelString, NYC. Mastered by Pete Kohl at Beautyrock, NYC.


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Anton Sword Brooklyn, New York

NYC native singer/keyboardist Anton Sword writes neo-glam synthpop and dark dance music for cynical but secretly tenderhearted bookworms. Sword performs solo and with his band The We Ours regularly in the USA and Europe.

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