Love Songs From a Lonely Deer

by Lonely Deer

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released August 1, 2013

All songs written and performed by Lonely Deer
Recorded at My Meadow is a Living Room II
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Somewhere between folk, rock and roll, the everyday and the absurd is Lonely Deer, quietly releasing home recordings from his apartment in Toronto.

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Track Name: Penny Baby
Oh, the Canadian Penny. It shone small in my hand but big in my heart. So coppery, so gritty, so full of hand dirt of millions of my comrades. Where will you go? Where have you gone? Who's got you now, baby? Why'd you do it? Baby! Penny Baby! Penny Baby, you're gone. My Penny! Oh, calm down. Come down. Calm down! You were there, you were there, you took up room on my shelf. I don't even think about you. I don't really care. I don't even think about you. But come down! Calm down! I do! This note's for you. You rolled across the floor. You're my Penny Baby for sure.
Track Name: Lava Rock/Space Rock
I'm getting the sense that this feeling
was birthed from the primordial ooze
before T-rex was alive
and Cartier too
before amoeba gave us the ol' kick
to dance the conversation
to rosy cheeks and vivid imagination
to reaching over and gladly changing the station
to when singing our lungs out in your car is reality's only vacation
to wilfully placing ourselves in a bad situation

there's a cold molecular chemistry
between you and me

popping
and writhing around the lava rock

I'm really glad that the space rock hasn't killed us yet
that this asteroid hasn't asteroid-ed us yet
I'm ill-equipped to deal with a post-apocalyptic nightmare
modern western convenience has made me such a sap

I'm really glad that the space rock hasn't killed us yet
Track Name: Romance and Real Estate
Totally absorbed in the carpeting.
Totally absorbed in the design.
You have a way with interiors.
You can warp time.

You can put a room together,
and fill it up with air.
You. You. You.
You, a lady so fair.

Let's look at apartments forever,
even though I have no intention to buy.
It's you, the realtor, the designer,
that has caught my eye.

You can put a room together,
and fill it up with air.
You. You. You.
You, a lady so fair.

Let's find a spot where home is a heaven,
where every watch is made of crystal and pride,
and in the bed there sleeps a dozen kittens,
and the view is expansive and wide.

Me, I'll study the great lovers.
You will learn to travel in time.
Our lives will be all romance and theory.
And for dinner there will be chicken and wine.
Track Name: The Beauty of the Build
There's no tyranny like a blueprint.
Nothing stifles like a plan.
With a few hundred dollars worth of wood,
baby, I'm your man.

I could build a tower in your backyard,
the space station in your hand.
The Coliseum in the oak tree,
Niagara Falls in the sand.

But you shot down every idea
with your drawings and schematics.
You said, "Just build the deck as we discussed
and don't do anything dramatic."

But I went ahead and built my dreams
out of two by fours and nails.
My hands were moving on their own,
I knew that they couldn't fail.

When it was done I fell back and I sighed
and I gazed upon my skill.
Then I took the nail gun to my heart
for the beauty of the build.
Track Name: Diner Band
The tambourine is on the fritz
in my diner band.
I don't sing the songs,
but I put them down by hand.

I used to wait the tables.
Now I play for fans.
There's more trouble in art
than in seating plans.

I just made it up:
the love, the treasure, and the pain.
I scribbled in my corner
as the girls went by with plates.

The most beautiful mortician
to brighten up my day.
There's no trouble with beauty
as long as the bill gets paid.