Cocktail Culture

by Adrian Knight

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released September 4, 2013

Words and music by Adrian Knight.
Performed, produced, mixed and mastered by Adrian Knight. Recorded at home in Brooklyn, NY.

Album design: Adrian Knight.
Images: The Down Hill Road (Boston, Mass. : Published by H.L. Hastings, Scriptural Tract Repository, 342 Washington Street, c1878.). The Tree Of Death (New York : Published by Currier & Ives, [between 1835 and 1855]).

Special thanks: Mai Wang, Max Zuckerman and Andrew Drury

© ℗ Adrian Knight & Pink Pamphlet 2013. All Rights Reserved.
All songs published by Adrian Knight Music (ASCAP).

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Track Name: Pedini Cabinets
I saw an illustrated ad:
4000 square feet in the sky,
Pedini cabinets and Luxtouch tiles—
a fine retreat for my enterprise.
(Rents are high but I think I’ll get by.)

I like to jump at opportunities:
watching the girls on Museum Mile,
with their acrylic platform shoes and their Coco smiles,
stopping to check their phones once in a while.
(I think of myself as their private eye.)

That’s where I snag them
on a Saturday night.
Their uptown strut
turns all sweetness and light.
When they open their eyes
they find themselves in paradise.
Preparations aside
you sometimes have to improvise.
Fun and games
with the ones I love.
It’s puppet play
with plastic gloves.
I like to spend my days
with my favorite girls.
Track Name: Low Country
So much beer and wine,
It’s all that’s on my mind.
Out here on the patio,
when she calls to me, she calls me Daddy-O.
Pour another glass,
the next one could be your last.
You better hold on tight,
gonna hit you with all my might.
You’re my ball and chain,
rusting in the rain.
One day I’ll be free
of my family.

Strange vibes and strange lovers and strange times
down here in low country.
Track Name: Strange Lights
I live in a country
of treachery and lies.
In the streets where people are walking
with eyes much like the skies.

Me and my baby out there walking,
walking through the park at night.
See some people in there talking,
just looking to pick a fight.

I waited so long for
something to change.
It just keeps on getting darker
as the clouds begin to drain.
I will lie down in my bed
and wait for someone to take me away.
No one needs you when you’re dead,
you’re one with the river, they say.

I waited so long
for something to change.
I get thirsty, I get tired,
the days are long and the lights are strange.
Track Name: Africa
The rain kept me praying
and I winced at every railing.
My servants had abandoned me
but I myself I could not flee.
For all my wealth I was never free
but the stars they smile at me.

I was resting in the fields last night,
the darkness seemed light.
I stumbled over dreams of old
and the trees were made of gold,
gold for loves they’d sold.
But the stars they shine in me.

My Africa is red and brown.
I have yet to find my hometown.
The air is like frozen life,
You can cut it with a knife,
and the sailor plays his fife
and the stars they guide him.

Among the oaks and cypress trees
in the garden of release,
I jumped from stone to stone,
carrying my bag of bones,
seeking out a quiet zone,
and the stars they smile at me.
Track Name: Dark Swedish Room
Five flights up,
two doors down,
past Angie’s
and Rachel’s boudoir.

my heart yearns
for red wine,
San Francisco,
Miami and New York.

Sometimes death comes into the dark
with its bright and multicolored sparks
and shines a light into my dark Swedish room

The engine stalls
on George St.
Ran every
red light in town.

Every day
more happy,
more carefree,
more lovely and divine

Sometimes death comes into the dark
with its bright and multicolored sparks
(you don’t think he’s come too soon)
and shines a light into my dark Swedish room
Track Name: Superman
I’m at the screen again.
Been working like some machine.
And you are not my friends.
No no no, I’ve lost everyone of them
to a mean-hearted son of the devil.

I’m not Superman
but I have seen him once
and he looked just like me
with his brilliant shiny tan
and his teeth they shone.

I carry loaded guns
each day one in each of my hands
and when I look into the sun
I can hear my favourite band,
playing that same old song...

Oh superman where are we?
Who are your friends, all these lovely party friends?
Like it or not,
we live in different worlds,
but in the final end
we will be together again.

When I reach out for it
it just floats and stares.
Is it a counterfeit,
supposed to get me scared
of the possibilities in science?

And if you think that we’re done with you,
hang on... hang on tight...

I live in a box
underneath the stairs.
I work in the docks
and my share is fair,
though my family is a sly one.

Oh superman where are we?
Where are your friends, all your lovely party friends?
Like it or not, (who are your friends?)
we live in different worlds,
but in the final end
we will be together again.
Oh superman where are you?
Where are your friends, all your lovely party friends?
Like it or not, (who are your friends?)
we live in different worlds,
but in the final end
we will be together again.
Track Name: Best Friends
You’re wrapped around my body like a baby leopard,
you block the sunrise,
you bite my head off
and offer no reward—
get someone your own size.

What if you were a pillow
that I could lay my head upon?
I could give you pretty dreams—
no request is too extreme!
And maybe just for fun,
I could be your enemy?
And maybe just for fun,
you could be my amputee?

We will end up in the street,
if we live that long.
We will build ourselves a house,
but we won’t live in it.
I really think we should.
I could get used to this.
Track Name: Night Flight
It’s the fourteenth day.
No end in sight.
Can’t say I know
which is left or right.
And whiskey was
my first aid kit.
My cigarette
burned the rest of it.

Take a dream and make it fly.
(I’ve been waiting for a hundred years.)

Just the best of friends
holding out,
weathering a storm.
Say goodbye now.

The softest touch
of sleeping bags
and the quiet rain
as the skin began to crawl
and the million ants
on my walls
stood me up
once and for all.

Take a dream and make it fly.
(I’ve been waiting for a hundred years.)

Just the best of friends
holding out,
weathering a storm.
Say goodbye now.