Rise And Shine: Day 2

by Jed Davis

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kittykowalski Really powerful song that applies to all of us that feel we were born differently. Favorite track: Before I Was Born.
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1.
Traffic 03:09
SPROCKET: Puffy-chested law-abiders Old people and Volvo drivers Go as slow as you want, but don't waste my time Just keep to the right, 'cause the left is mine On the highways and the thruways and the biways There's a hundred million Mack trucks all going my way I guess in trucker school they didn't explain: If you're gonna do the speed limit, get out of the fast lane Old ladies in their blue and grey Mercedes Rich girls hopping bars in their daddies' new cars Rock stars, war heroes, presidents and priests Everyone's an asshole when they cut in front of me, buddy Green means go Green means go Green means go go go go go go SPROCKET, JONAH: Fighting is useless, baby, just play along Open the window, turn the radio on There are too many of you for anyone's good Hope you brought a good book SPROCKET: 'Cause we're stuck in traffic just like Stevie Winwood Puffy-chested law-abiders Old people and Volvo drivers You're not the only motherfucker on the road I am! Brake light, brake light, 1-2-3 The only thing between my home and me Is a quarter-mile stretch of road Blocked off by a trailer with an oversized load Rubberneck, rubberneck, 1-2-3 "The cop is pulled over, but he might catch me -" And all the other Good Samaritans whose lives won't be complete Unless they see blood splashed on the cold concrete SPROCKET, JONAH: Fighting is useless, baby, just play along Open the window, turn the radio on There are too many of you for anyone's good Hope you packed a nice dinner SPROCKET: 'Cause we're stuck in traffic just like Stevie Winwood Puffy-chested law-abiders Old people and Volvo drivers School buses and daydreamers, truckers, college kids and Beemers Green means go Green means go Green means go go go go go so GO!
2.
CARLA: There's an old oak chest by the window That my great-grandfather built one shining June And I love to sit and look at it, proud on the hardwood floor Gleaming in the rays of summer afternoon They changed the family name at Ellis Island And no one here today knows what it was They ripped up all the records around the second World War And time took the knowing ones, as it always does And no one here can tell me any more than what they know It's a shame the knowing ones were gone so long before The ones who need to know what we were so long ago Look in the old oak chest, and you won't see much - Just a few loose baubles and things But even if my ancestors were nothing more than carpenters There's no one here to say they weren't kings In the old oak chest I see them all as kings. And no one here can tell me any more than what they know It's a shame the knowing ones were gone so long before The ones who need to know what we were so long ago There's an old oak chest by the window That my great-grandfather built one shining June And I love to sit and look at it, proud on the hardwood floor While the knowing ones are smiling in the rays of summer afternoon.
3.
D: So did you feel it: The bullet that tore you apart? And did you notice the final futile beat of your heart? And did you reach down to try and dry the tears as they learned Beloved son and loving husband would never return? And were you saved by the prayers offered up in your name? And were you honored when everybody came out to the town square Consecrate the ground there Dedicate a statue A copper plaque to thank you Fly the flag at half-mast Say goodbye to times past Stop and let your mom know That you were a hero Doesn't matter Because a billion Christians swear that you are burning in Hell For blood that wasn't Christian blood that stained the ground where you fell Forever locked out of their Kingdom, but it's just as well - Eight hundred million Muslims see the Christians burning in Hell. Hell is a place made of circles and lines Hell is a place made of nightmares and fire and Hell is a place where you need to believe you are more than the sum of your flesh and your bones. So did you hear the cheer erupting up as you scored? And did you sense the eyes upon you as you took your award? And did you notice the clapping of the hands on your back? And did you see your reflection in the plaque Hung in the town square Consecrate the ground there Dedicate a statue A copper plaque to thank you Fly the flag at half-mast Say goodbye to times past Stop and let your mom know That you were a hero Doesn't matter Because a billion Christians swear that you are burning in Hell Eight hundred million Muslims see the Christians burning in Hell Forever locked out of their Kingdom, but it's just as well - Six hundred million Hindus tell you they just got out of Hell. Hell is a place where you're hungry and cold Hell is a place you see over and over again Hell is a place where you need to believe you are more than the sum of your body and soul. You know, a billion Christians swear that you are burning in Hell Eight hundred million Muslims see the Christians burning in Hell Six hundred million Hindus tell you they just got out of Hell Two billion Red Chinese don't give a shit And I say - Hell is a place where your subway is late Hell is a place where you never make eye contact Hell is a place where you're hungry and cold Hell is a place where nobody is interested Hell is a place made of circles and lines Hell is a place where you look old before your time Hell is a place where you need to believe you are more than a name on a plaque on a wall.
4.
Starlet 04:04
PLACID: Tell us more of strength and class and dignity, my love As we trap you under glass and watch you pose, my love You can stuff yourself with fish eggs and champagne. my love But tonight, your shit will smell like shit - too bad, my love PLACID, CARLA: Someday you will be old, and someday you will die, my love Someday you will be old, and someday you will die, my love PLACID, CARLA, GRUB: Be the model of perfection, be the pinnacle of grace As the tabloids proudly tell us what it took to make your face And we know what makes you cuss, and we know what makes you fuss And we watch you on TV as you pretend to be us PLACID, CARLA, GRUB, D: But we see you when you're sleeping, and we hear you on the phone And we've seen you in the bathroom, and we've seen you all alone And we've seen you hurt, and we've seen you cry And we've even seen... PLACID: Well of course you never get what you deserve, my love And of course it's everybody's fault but yours, my love PLACID, CARLA: We've all seen your tits - you can put your tits away, my love And if you've got nothing new to add, shut up, my love Someday you will be old, and someday you will die, my love Someday you will be old, and someday you will die, my love PLACID, CARLA, GRUB, JONAH: Be the model of perfection, be the pinnacle of grace As the tabloids proudly tell us what it took to make your face And we know what makes you cuss, and we know what makes you fuss And we watch you on TV as you pretend to be us PLACID, CARLA, GRUB, D: But we see you when you're sleeping, and we hear you on the phone And we've seen you in the bathroom, and we've seen you all alone And we've seen you hurt, and we've seen you cry And we've even seen...
5.
D: She waits for a fable For the start of a story That she heard long ago Too good not to come true I can't compete, no way. No way. Because the man The man in the moon Is cooler than me So constant and brightly smiling Oh the man The man in the moon Cuts holes in the night And leaves me washed out by his light Oh to be The man in the moon Nothing to prove Swaddled in nonexistence Oh and I'll be sick of this soon But she'll remain In love with the man in the moon She waits for a fable For the start of a story That she heard long ago Too good not to come true I can't compete, no way. No way. Because the man The man in the moon Stares down at the hand The hand she'll hold out forever And the man The man in the moon He waxes and wanes Through cycles of cold indifference And it seems The man in the moon Is painting her gold But his light is her reflection Oh and I will crumble to ruin As she stands complete Alone In love with the man in the moon Oh, and the man The man in the moon Is cooler than me So constant and brightly smiling Oh the man The man in the moon Cuts holes in the night And leaves me washed out by his light Oh to be The man in the moon Nothing to prove Swaddled in nonexistence Oh and I'll be sick of this soon But she'll remain In love with the man in the moon I wait for a fable For the start of a story That I heard long ago Too good not to come true.
6.
I Like Girls 02:34
GRUB: Ah, spring is in the air! SPROCKET: I hadn't really noticed. GRUB: Sprocket and Victoria! SPROCKET: I don't think that's your business. GRUB: Go get some, little brother! SPROCKET: Aw, I can live without it. GRUB: You're not a little swishy, are ya? SPROCKET: Don't even think about it. GRUB, SPROCKET, PLACID: I like girls Yeah, I like girls GRUB, PLACID: I like girls SPROCKET: Giggling in the hallways Beaching in the Rockaways Bikinis in the hot sun Any girl but that one Maybe if she didn't make it easy GRUB, PLACID: Whoa SPROCKET: Maybe if she led a little chase GRUB, PLACID: Whoa SPROCKET: Maybe I just want a little space GRUB, PLACID: Whoa SPROCKET: Maybe I don't like her fuckin face! GRUB, PLACID: Whoa, come on, now! SPROCKET: Hey Grub, what do YOU think of Vicky? GRUB: She's young, but she's a cutie. SPROCKET: Would you hook up with Lucy? GRUB: I could, but D might shoot me. SPROCKET: See, I think she would diss you. GRUB: Somehow I rather doubt it. SPROCKET: What about Gorgissima? GRUB: Don't even think about it GRUB, SPROCKET, PLACID: I like girls Yeah, I like - SPROCKET, PLACID: I like girls GRUB: Painted up on St. Marks Stilettos shooting off sparks Banging like we're brain dead Sneaking out - I mean, waking up in her bed GRUB, SPROCKET, PLACID: I like girls Yeah, I like girls GRUB: Oh man, it's hot in here. PLACID: I hadn't really noticed. GRUB: So Placid, what do you do for a living? PLACID: I don't think that's your business. GRUB: Come on - we have so much in common. PLACID: Well, I can think of one thing... GRUB: Oh yeah? And what might that be? PLACID: I guess you weren't listening - I like girls GRUB: No! PLACID: Yeah, I like girls SPROCKET: Oh snap! GRUB: Sprocket..! GRUB, SPROCKET: I like girls PLACID: Pretty on the outside Gritty on the inside Dominatrix or debutante They know what I want GRUB: So you hate men in general? PLACID: I wouldn't say I hate 'em. GRUB: But guys are frickin awesome! PLACID: Well, cool - then YOU can date 'em. GRUB: Man, are you serious? PLACID: And don't you ever doubt it. GRUB: Maybe you and Price and I could - PLACID: Don't even think about it.
7.
VICTORIA: So you sit in your room Like you never understood that this was real Time is real And it's way faster than you are So you pull out the box With the pictures and the letters Thinking: Anything is possible. And it's here In the last of the twilight from the window Faded down To a dry, dusty burgundy reminder Of a time That was real So you touch the only proof you have That anything is possible No matter how improbable I have a rose that he gave to me Three years ago today I forgot it was here Dried up and shut away in the dark Buried with a little candle, burning: Anything is possible. So you sit in your room Like you never understood that this was real Time is real And it's way faster than you are So you pull out the box With the pictures and the letters Thinking: Anything is possible. VICTORIA, SPROCKET: I have a rose that he gave to me Three years ago today I forgot it was here Dried up and shut away in my room In the twilight from the window Faded down to a dry, dusty burgundy reminder Of a time that was real Buried with a little candle, burning: Anything is possible.
8.
PRICE: The Lord cursed me before I was born My first cells divide The program inside was already running The Lord cursed me before I was born The choices I'd make Were already made before I had choices The Lord cursed me. He gave me the spirit to never say die The talent to raise expectations too high Now nothing's enough and I can't figure why PRICE, D: The Lord cursed me before I was born It can't be denied The pull of the tides, the call of your nature The Lord cursed me before I was born My first cells divide The program inside was already running The Lord cursed me. PRICE: He gave me the conscience to know wrong from right So the tiniest fuck-up would kill me inside He gave me compassion, then drove me to crime PRICE, D: The Lord cursed me before I was born The news from on high: Everything that you try will blow up and burn you The Lord cursed me before I was born "In your formative years," He said, "You'll have no idea how to handle rejection." The Lord cursed me. PRICE: He gave me the insight to open my eyes To know when you're lying, which is most of the time I prayed for a respite This was the reply: PRICE, GRUB, D: "There is no point, there is no plan Don't even try to understand You have no rights, you have no soul You'll take it 'til I say so GRUB: On your knees and open wide" PRICE, D: The Lord cursed me before I was born His Holy Decree: "By age twenty-three your hair will be graying." The Lord cursed me before I was born His Heavenly Word: "Before you get heard, you'll turn suicidal." The Lord cursed me. PRICE: He made me look normal so I could fit in And get close enough to see what I was missing And all of the bad things that I would become Were waiting in ambush before I was born.
9.
D: This is how it feels to have it all: Stains around my eyes Limp hair and I just need to get some rest. Beds hold and support us They cradle and recharge us When you get up from the bed it should be only 'cause you're feeling PRICE, GRUB, JONAH, PLACID, CHRIS: Ready to rise D: To rise and shine. This is how it feels to have it all: Shaky knees and aching ankles Hanging head and film over my eyes I don't kneel, I just lay myself down Every moment on my feet, I dream of no tomorrow And I pray to break the chain of days. D, PRICE, GRUB, JONAH, PLACID, CHRIS: This is how it feels to have it all This is how it feels to have it all This is how it feels to have it all: D: A pile of options too high to understand A checklist ticked down to the end I want to break the chain of days I want to rise and shine I want to choose, I want to move I want to rise and shine I want to be what you are to me I want to rise and shine I want to choose, I want to move I want to rise and shine I want to break the chain of days I want to rise and shine I want to rise and shine.

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released December 15, 2019

Words and music by Jed Davis
Story by Arturo Vega and Jed Davis

Special thanks to Beth-Ann Wilson, Sean Van Cleve and Neeta Sreekanth
Presented in loving memory of Arturo Vega, 1947-2013

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