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Sleeping Like A Maniac

by Justin Bernasconi

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meandermal This is so full of the open, honest attitude of a neil young or courtney barnett- you're just struck by the direct, intimate and witty songwriting and sleek but sincere performance- great output. Favorite track: Flags Staked Upon This Hill.
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1.
Blank Page 03:19
Here I am again, In that space, again. My lover and a friend, Asking where I’ve been? Been flying through a storm, Where nothing is the norm, Couldn’t see a thing, Couldn’t handle anything. Staring at a long blank page. Here I go again, Asking for a friend tonight. Pull the curtain in, wait To hear the birds sing. Always reaching out, Always falling short. In the end you know, it’s My private show. Here are my thoughts, Screaming. There are my words, I can’t read them, Staring at a long blank page. CHORUS Staring at a long blank page. Here I go again, Asking for a friend tonight, Pull your body near, wait To hear the birds sing. Here I go again, Asking for a friend tonight.
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Lady In The Field Lady standing in a field, In a long white dress, Tilts her hat and looks at me, Through the dust and sweat. I can see her eyes, I can feel her breath, She mouthes some words to me, Left her standing there. I blink and the birds sing for me, I’m sitting in the car thinking. Young man in this world, Dug earth for my bread, Met a girl who loved me, Said she’d share my bed. Saying she was leaving me, Only for one night, I need to see my folks, she said, So I picked a fight. I know you are not leaving me, but I’m not gonna hurt again. A small time is forever, this Is how our story ends. It’s fifty years have flown by so fast, It’s 3am the trucks are driving past. Fear has taken our time, so I‘m walking to her, and I’m searching. Heading to that field, Been a long, long time, Will she be there? Flowers in her hair? Lady in that field, See how we have grown? Church bells toll, Earth feeds my soul.
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If I turn should I stay? We won’t last the day. Feel the odds in the dark, Mouths reach, lips that ask. Enjoy your peace on the run, Feel the space that you have won. Flags staked upon this hill, You believed, this shame would kill. Whoo, whoo, whoo. In the middle of our night, Taps drip, mind’s in flight. Lazy heads in the ground, Where sleep can’t be found. CHORUS I believe your pain’s a thrill. Whoo, whoo, whoo, pain’s a thrill. If I turn should I stay? Whoo, whoo. We paint our hidden trash, with Broken hearts, then light a match. Recklessly occupied, Stoney faced, the silent cry. CHORUS I believe, I’ve had my fill. Enjoy your peace on the run, Feel the space, now you have won, yeah. Flags staked upon this hill. I believe now, this hole’s been sealed. Whoo, whoo, whoo. If I turn should I stay? Whoo, whoo. If I turn should I stay? Whoo, whoo.
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Heard you say, we hit another pothole, I’ll count the dust, it settles in your hair. And true, You look so sweet in the ruins of our dream. You knew, I only acted like I didn’t seem to care. You look at me, as if I’m being cruel, true You seem to fight with no one else. Now you’re, Walking further up the road. And me, Sinking deeper in a chair. Friends are here, calling out a tune, Hear them sing, what you gonna do? There’s a dancing elephant in the room. Leave the house, take it slow, Hidin’ out at a friend’s music show. Smell that smoke, play a game, Lashing out, to hide all my shame. And me, I Sit alone in a club. While friends, they Wave their hands ‘Hello, why are you alone?’ Stranger’s face is coming into view, Stranger’s hand, breathe their perfume, We’re dancing elephants in the room. Lover please hold my hand again, Pull me out of this dream. Waking up, I’m dancing in the room, Breaking down, skin’s turning blue, I’m the dancing elephant in the room.
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L'Angélus 02:44
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Big ship set sail, Turning my tail, I’m moving on. Sign on the door, The weeds on the floor, Don’t belong. Woohoo, all I see, Woohoo, golden leaves. Saw your burning tree, Felt your misery, Heat was strong, You know that I lie, You know I’d hate to fly, The job is done. Woohoo, all I see, Woohoo, golden leaves. What do you mean to me? Why did our tree make golden leaves? Take these golden leaves, and Make golden tea, Now I’m gone. Big ship set sail, Love beyond the pale, Can’t be wrong. Woohoo, all I see, Woohoo, golden leaves. Woohoo, all I see, Woohoo, golden leaves.
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Bygone Blues 03:06
We’re having a good day, we’re having a laugh, and We know that we can make it last. Sometimes it’s hard to see, and Let bygones be bygones, Old history be. When I see old friends, or my folks, Let them know, I’ve changed my jokes, They’ve seen a big change in me, so Let bygones be bygones, Old history be. Looking back on my life plan, I found no cause to be a better man. Was blind, but now I see, A better road for you and me. You stroke my face, and I understand, You’re letting me know, I’m still your man, You see there’s love in me, to Let bygones be bygones, Old history be. We had a good day, let’s dim the light, Get in bed and hold each other tight. Release those birds and the bees, and Let bygones be bygones, Old history be, Old history be.
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He’s a man on the street and He don’t care, where he’s going. He’s light on his feet, and he’s not scared. Where he’s turning. Though he’s blind, he’ll Find your face in the mirror. Wash your hands and feet with grace, In a dried out river, cos He’s a man on the street and He don’t care, where he’s going. He’s light on his feet, and he’s not scared. Where he’s turning. Moves around without a sound, Barefoot on hallowed ground. At the top of the hill, There’s only one invitation, The song is sung, the sky is dark, and There’s no ovation. He’s a man on the street, and He don’t care, where you’re going. You’re light on your feet, but he’s not scared, and Your world is turning. From the west to the east, Your time’s up, now leave, He won’t grieve. Look, look at where he’s been, Look at what he’s seen, Look at what he’s beat, now he’s Walking down your street. Look at where you’ve been, Look at what you’ve seen, Look at what you beat, but now He’s standing in your street. He’s a man on your street, and He don’t care, where you’re going. You’re light on your feet, but he’s not scared, and Now he’s knocking.
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Hey, things are getting way too bad now, Hey, can’t look at myself in the face. I’m Losing shit all over the place, Losing the one that I love. We’ve been walking, side by side, for years. Been sleeping, side by side, in fear, Don’t leave me, dear; I’m still here. Hey, things are getting way too bad now, Hey, thrashing at my friends in haste. Losing it all over the place, Losing everyone that I love. We’ve been talking, being unclear, Made love with tears. Hide pain, deny, Pushed all hope aside. It’s time to hold, or Time to leave, and I’m still here. Bolt the gate, it’s getting late, Who’ll run away, or Stay another day? It’s not clear, who’ll lead, who’ll run, who’ll bleed. If jokes allude to the things we could lose. What’s not clear? Can you hear me, dear? I’m still here. Bolt the gate, it’s too late, Saw ya run away. Stay another day, What will people say? Hey, things are getting way too bad now, Hey, can’t look at myself in the face. Losing shit all over the place, Losing the one that I love.
11.
Right Height 03:39
I know sometimes that our life is good, Need to know why things go bad. Find it hard to hear all the trouble that I bring, I know I need to work on many things. The pain I felt when you said goodbye, I Walked around the house endlessly. The times I cried, and woke up from the Hurt of everything. Cos, you’re the right height, When I pull you close, Smell your long black hair, As it tumbles down. Right height, Kiss your furrowed brow, Whisper in your ear, when You’re feeling down, That I love you. Find it hard to give you all the space you need, Feel like I’m losing everything. Talking to each other just like friends, Hope you’re still wearing that ring. If hearts get warmer, and mine stops aching, I’d like to talk a little more. Cos Nothing’s certain, I’m still trying, Yeah, you’ve heard this before. You’re the right height, When I pull you close, Smell your long black hair, As it tussles down. Right height, Kiss your furrowed brow, Whisper in your ear, when You’re feeling down, That I love you. Please remember one last thing, Just give a little time. Our Hands won’t hold like before, but When we hug it’s fine. You’re the right height, When I pull you close, Smell your long black hair, As it tumbles down. Right height, Kiss your furrowed brow, Whisper in your ear, when You’re feeling down. Right height, When I pull you close. Right height, Kiss your furrowed brow, Whisper in your ear, when You’re feeling down, That I love you.
12.
Trigger Me 02:16
Sun is out, the towers shine, Today I wish I was blind, Dodging cracks along the path, Walking back where darkness laughs. See me wave like I don’t care, then Catch me staring in despair. Run so fast, to get real slow, I’m Standing still in a dancing show. Trigger this, trigger that, Today I’ll wear a black hat. Nights are long, days are short Light’s gone off like the milk I bought. I lie and wait for quieter times, Where I’m not scared outta my mind, Look at me hold a gun, I’m Quick on the draw to kill any fun. Trigger this, trigger that, Pressing hard on the sharps and flats, Can’t come home, to no relief Major notes grind my teeth. The sun has gone, the sky is dark, Start to hear the black dog bark, Look above at the stars at night, Someday I will win this fight. Trigger this, trigger that, Fears dissolve when I write the facts, Get this stuff outta my head, Before I get back into bed. Trigger this, trigger that, Everyone here heard my crap? Pointing at your ugly face, Cos I feel a big disgrace.

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released September 29, 2021

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Justin Bernasconi Melbourne, Australia

Justin Bernasconi considered a rarity among guitarists and songwriters.

Straddling styles and sounds from the Delta Blues, Appalachian Bluegrass, English Folk and all stops in between, his highly original tunes, are infused with exciting and soulful guitar playing. ... more

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