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You Make A Better Door Than A Window

by Daniel hales, and the frost heaves.

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1.
Some nights my love and I lie and our bed of roses has no thorns That’s when I feel the halo growing over my horns Honey you’re an angel, make me feel reborn in the light of your halo glowing over my horns Yesterday I laughed so hard I shook off my scorn and felt instead a halo growing over my horns And when I die you can cover up this tired face I’ve worn But you can’t touch the halo glowing over my horns If someday the sun didn’t wake each inch of earth it adorns we’d search the dark with our haloes high-beaming over our horns Without love my world would implode and I’d have no one left to mourn just the flames of inferno blazing under my horns
2.
Better Door 02:34
You make a better door than a window ‘cause you’re easier to pass through than look into If the more I see the less I know in the end I’ll know you less than I begin to You make a better floor than a ceiling ’cause you adore watching a grown man kneeling And the more I endure what the floor is for the less I’m sure I know what I am feeling You make a better door than a window...
3.
Bubble Test 03:17
I did pretty bad on the bubble test I only knew two and I guessed the rest I made a cool pattern on my answer sheet till the bubbles all blurred and I fell asleep My eraser’s always gone long before my lead There’s just too much going on inside my head And I never would have gotten out of bed if I’d known about the bubble test My No. 2 pencil became a tall tree and all afternoon we swayed and creaked I woke up when the proctor sneezed It was time to pass in my answer sheet It was time for computers to assess me My eraser’s always gone long before my lead…
4.
I was driving through the pounding rain one night with my tape deck, wipers, and my check engine light The world had been reduced to black and white drained of reasons to retain my sight Then I took flight Trying to change a flat tire in the rain after learning what it is to hydroplane I searched the entire trunk for my spare but the donut must’ve shrunk into thin air I know it’s rare for a scarecrow to complain that’s why I’m singing in the breakdown lane I’d been singing in some hipster bar that night for applause closer to indifferent than polite Couldn’t tell if the crowd was just uptight or maybe just a little bit too white They wouldn’t take flight Trying to change a flat tire in the rain… Singing in the breakdown lane Nobody stopped, they must’ve thought I was insane with my thumb out again Glad I brought enough songs to outlast this rain As you’re driving down the highway of life (a metaphor we’ve heard before, so overused and trite) make damn sure that you love the songs you bring ’cause when you’re all alone in that breakdown lane they’re friends that you can sing… Trying to change a flat tire in the rain…
5.
The branches that the storm brought down are scattered all across the lawn and the sparrow’s nest is gone The shadows yesterday had drawn begin to reappear at dawn except the ones reclaimed by the sun A banner on the overpass for a soldier coming home at last and the loving hands that tied it fast Each shoulder shrug, each head that nods each headstone placed above the sod is a kind of braille for God
6.
The dog needs a walkin’, the lawn’s lookin’ shockin’ the weeds want for pullin’ and my pocket watch was stolen but the woman that is stuck inside my head won’t let me be The cat needs a brushin’, the floor needs a sweepin’ the rugs want a beatin’, and my coffee needs some sweetenin’ but the woman that is stuck inside my head won’t let me be A woman’s love is a priceless thing Some try to lease it with a diamond ring Buy her the kitchen sink and everything That kind of love will always lose its bling A woman can live inside your head for years never knowing she’s the cause of your tears But my tires need alignin’, the toilet needs a plungin’ the taxes want a filin’ and my eyeballs need some Visine but the woman that is stuck inside my head won’t let me be The roof needs a patchin’, the fridge needs some rations the basement needs a wet vac and my liver needs a six pack but the woman that is stuck inside my head won’t let me be The past is an atlas stuffed under your seat Each time you pull it out you rip another sheet Half the streets are gone and the rest have changed just like my ex-girlfriends’ maiden names Don’t read that atlas while you’re changin’ lanes or you will wind up in an ambulance But my dog needs a walkin’…
7.
Sick Day 04:33
You took a Monday sick day, you had to, there’s no other way you’d stay sane till Friday came around again Wear a disguise, you never know whose eyes your eyes will meet at the crosswalk where Main colludes with Federal Street And try to imagine how a fish feels, eyeballs soaking wet Take a drag, smell the cornfields, tighten your tourniquet And clear your head before you lapse into regret Kick a pinecone past the people running late for work and flattened squirrels that lacked the skills to swerve Orange-scrubbed inmates spreading bright red mulch in Veterans Park their armed guard counts the hours till his life can start and tries to imagine how a fish feels... The maples lean towards you, whispering, “Forget that soon our leaves catch flames a shade of orange sherbet” See the berries growing brighter every day Soon their blood will stain your teeth as they part to say: ­Try to imagine how a fish feels…
8.
I’ll never be alone as long as my worries stand beside me ’Cause worry’s like a second home with padded walls to safely confine me While you’re sleeping and I lie awake until the dawn listening to our old and dying appliances hum That’s when I get all my best worrying done… Someone’s crying over the coffins of everyone I love up in the cold gray attic of my cerebellum That’s how I get all my best worrying done… I oversee construction of a tiny hell where me and all my pet worries can dwell It’s real estate you can get for cheap but never sell And that’s where I get all my best worrying done… I’ve got so many bills to pay, so many plans to make regrets to revisit, stupid mistakes I’ve left so much unfinished, undone, unbegun And that’s why I get all my best worrying done…
9.
All the o’s in tomorrow o o o… My future days are on layaway I pay with funds I’ve borrowed And the interest owed on my yesterdays can’t be paid with strums on my gu­itar, oh All the ohs in tomorrow oh oh oh… Time carves its lines into my grain leaves me feeling hollow then stuffs me so full of memories I find it hard to swallow All the owes in tomorrow owe owe owe…
10.
I’ve pitched my present perfect tents on a fault line in the sky There’s no point in asking why I’m rocked to sleep by the suspense Cast the beam out of your eyes before you seek the mote in mine Build a drawbridge over time lower it like your last disguise I ripped a page out of the light and though every word’s a lie the truth is each one tries to win another losing fight I’ve pitched my present perfect tents…
11.
You make a better door than a window ‘cause you’re easier to pass through than look into If the more I see the less I know in the end I’ll know you less than I begin to You make a better floor than a ceiling ’cause you adore watching a grown man kneeling And the more I endure what the floor is for the less I’m sure I know what I am feeling You make a better shore than an ocean ’cause you move without a visible motion And the more the waves distort you then the more you’re just the sum of your erosion You make a better war than a battle a decade up the creek without a paddle and the more you try to even the score the more they’ll knock your ass out of the saddle You make a better door than a window...
12.
Spare Halo 00:35

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released July 15, 2012

All words & music by Daniel Hales
Produced by Daniel Hales & Norm Demoura
Engineered & mixed by Norm Demoura at Harmonium Studios, Haydenville & Southampton, Mass.
Atari beats, Mr. T beats, sound collages and Spare Halo recorded by Daniel Hales at Algorythm Analog, Greenfield, Mass.
Mastered by Mike Quinn at Moontower, Somerville, Mass.

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