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Cliff Diver

by A Modest Proposal

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1.
Brain dead woman, should have worn your seatbelt — always said California was the perfect climate for vegetables Premonitions of a violent death Daydreams of a private garden — I don’t think so — Wanted to sound like an American girl Twiggy little Russian Working on your accent The first one to stand up To Madame La Touch Five Foot Three With just you stockings on You said you’d rather die In an automobile Than in the choke hold Of some vicious animal — there goes another one To the freeway Toothy little Russian twig Always asking how it sounds When you say this or that Well it sounded to me Like absolute music It was absolute music to my ears Toothy little Russian twig Took a hunk of flesh Out of Regular Jim’s neck They said you only missed The artery by a thread Then who showed up But me and Josie and Jim: The madam, the crybaby and the comedian — How’d the doctor like that For your next of kin? Yes I will never forget When the doctor walked in Said he was going to take You off the breathing machine — it was absolute music to my ears It was absolute music To my ears It was absolute music
2.
Three sisters, three poisons in my mind You can put it down on paper But some filth won’t transcribe Why am I contriving stratagems To live so unhappily? I perceive the sleep of winter In what the dream wants you to know Like tracking blood red footprints In the snow And bringing that home Beauty blisters Summer pops the paradise You can put it down on paper But some truths won’t transcribe Why am I contriving stratagems To live so unhappily? I perceive the sleep of winter In what the dream wants you to know Like tracking blood red footprints In the snow And bringing that home I think I’ll miss her I think I’ll miss her the most You can put it down on paper But some loves don’t transcribe Why am I contriving stratagems To live so unhappily? I perceive the sleep of winter In what the dream wants you to know Like tracking blood red footprints In the snow And bringing that home And then Bringing that home
3.
Bungalow 6 04:04
In Alpine air, mouthing a Havana OK, fine — life is more Than beautiful girls and fistfights I had a few good days Back in 2005 They are still getting me by Picking up call girls And dropping lots of acid Collecting bugs and butterflies Looking up the galaxies in me No one will ever find Today I controlled myself Up until 3:45 Then I let the script decide In the bungalow Smashing every sales call Scratching my mosquito bites Staring my vision of ruin Into the canvas all night I was playing a role I was playing to type I was scribbling on a prescription pad Up shit river with a poem, man And then some I was living in the jail Of the power I feel Intellectual, cultural life Acting class on Thursdays at nine Picasso, Einstein, Jesus Christ — Those were just phases in my life A way to tell time A way to tell time I was playing a role I was playing to type I was scribbling on a prescription pad Up shit river with a poem, man And then some I was living in the jail Of the power I feel Intellectual, cultural life Acting class on Thursdays at 9 A way to tell time A way to tell time
4.
Well there’s something In this climate That brings the bones Out of my face You may pick up my reflection In a cold plate I used to entertain Now I don’t do anything I was standing In the careful reconstruction Of the whole outdoors So I cared very little When they punched My passport Oh to sigh and speak In the thick of things Albeit unawares Of what the safari Was asking Oh to sigh and speak And to listen to the leaks To eat the baguette In one sitting There’s something In this climate That brings the bones Out of my face The bones out of my face The bones out of my face My correspondence Was doggedly sincere A long sea voyage Tends to do that to you dear Cloud formations Above the actual spot I am sending the flowers I dragged my brain across A lifeless ocean There’s something In this climate That brings the bones Out of my face You may pick up my reflection In a cold plate I use to entertain Now I don’t do anything I feel it is my business To say so The deep kiss administered And the bill of goods sold They crush you When they want you to happen You feel your feet in your shoes And the mist Of a traveled to fountain There’s something In this climate That brings the bones Out of my face The bones out of my face The bones out of my face Today I should be bold and wise Unless I’ve done my sums wrong And then it’s back to the drawing board Where it’s shorts weather Whether it’s shorts weather or not And you nearly get the gist of morning Because the oxygen’s sharp Yeah, you really get the gist of morning Because the oxygen’s sharp
5.
Acapulco 03:57
Watching cop shows On a stripped mattress Throwing quarters into a pint glass I promised I’d come after you When I was a boy I had no handle Now I’m pulled like luggage Through subways and puddles And they won’t stop pulling Until I bruise the ankles Of the world I’ve shattered the mirrors of Loraine My granddad had an Acapulco fridge magnet An ashtray full of seashells and sand He stayed in the hotel of John Wayne I’ve shattered the mirrors of Loraine When I was a kid I stole a gold watch Just to feel eyes on me When I was a kid I swung from birch trees Just to feel for a time that it could be There is no such thing There’s no such thing As making a life of it I’ve shattered the mirrors of Loraine With the grace of a cliff diver The night plunged into you With th knowledge of a taxi driver I know that it takes Most of us a lot of waiting around I promised I’d come after you When I was a boy I had no handle Now I’m pulled like luggage Through subways and puddles And they won’t stop pulling Until I bruise the ankles Of the world I asked my granddad what it’s like To have the apple plucked from your eye — What is death like? He said it’s like Acapulco I asked my granddad what it was like To have the apple plucked from your eye — Granddad, what is death like? I bet it’s like Acapulco

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released April 1, 2022

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Tom Skantze


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Thomas Andrén

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