Bound To Brooklyn

by The Paris Buns

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"You put the Volkswagen van in reverse and strain your neck to look out through the back windshield. The fear of playing bumper cars with either the Subaru in front or the Hemi in back or the curb sits like a lump in your throat. It's a bad time to mention to your roommate that you've forgotten how to drive."

"It's not that you're tired of Brooklyn, you think, as you take a last fond look at your pigeon-covered apartment building in Crown Heights. But a break is in order. A break's always in order. You haven't packed everything -- just a few large suitcases -- but you're bringing along enough stuff to keep you feeling at home away from home for a good few weeks."

"You're not quite sure where you'll go. Iowa. Pennsylvania. Even just Upstate, maybe. You've heard that Kansas City's library is the bomb. But wherever you go, you know that it'll trigger some memory of Brooklyn, or at least some little snippet of a story that draws you back to the borough, deep into the ever-reaching hands of New York as a whole."

"You do your best to push that thought aside. The car's in the clear. You let the speeding taxi pass you by, and then you hit the gas and gun the VW down Park Place, out of Brooklyn, and towards Wherever The Hell It Is You're Going, America."

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released March 1, 2015

With undying thanks to: JS & JS (without whom I would be a husk of a human being from the start), Johann (who would prefer that I credit him by this name, I think), Conor and his related crew (who would probably prefer not to be credited by name, but they know their names, of course), the parents, the grandparents, the great-grandparents, ancestors of many generations past, and perhaps most important of all, McNulty's Tea & Coffee on Christopher Street for your dedication to providing fine caffeinated beverages.

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The Paris Buns Brooklyn, New York

The Paris Buns is Will Sisskind and a guitar, plus whoever decides to play along. Most songs are written and recorded on the same day, in one take, with very little production value. Thank you.

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Track Name: Bad Luck All Around
I have nothing for you, my friend
No matter how hard you try, you’ll be empty in the end
Was it worth it to commit a heinous sin?
Thought you’d get ahead, thought you were gonna win
If you ran away with a disappointed face
Well now I hope you’re in a better place
Yeah I hope you’re home where you can be safe and sound
‘Cause you’ve got BAD LUCK ALL AROUND
And someday, somehow, you might wanna leave this town
‘Cause there is BAD LUCK ALL AROUND

There is nothing here my friend
If we stay too long, it’ll be the end
You know we’re in it for the same thing but what the hell
Are we doing okay? Or are we kidding ourselves?
We are both just pawns being pushed around
And we’ve got BAD LUCK ALL AROUND
And someday, somehow, we might wanna leave this town
‘Cause we’ve got BAD LUCK ALL AROUND
Track Name: Are You Wearing Your Winter Jacket?
Sprinkling snow dusting the hills of the park
Holding the cardboard in my hand
Soaking wet through three layers but I’m still warm
This is all according to plan
The wind nipping at my cheeks
Like a child I’m gonna play
Mother dearest don’t you try to stop me now
‘Cause I went outside today

I got the bug and I’m never looking back
Gotta stretch my legs until they snap
And I’m gonna see the whole damn world until my eyes fall out
And I’ll shout – Hallelujah – it’s great to be alive

Got a good friend by my side
And a cardboard sled in my hand
And the hills and dales for miles and miles on end
It’s all going to plan

I got the bug and I’m never looking back
Gotta stretch my legs until they snap
And I’m gonna see the whole damn world until my eyes fall out
And I’ll shout – Hallelujah – it’s great to be alive
Track Name: Crowded Subway Trains
A sick passenger in the car up ahead
Two strangers sitting in my lap
Stuck underground for an hour and a half
Now someone’s trying to check the map

A baby cries, it smells like fries
Nothing seems to get better
I’m in this trash can with my brothers and sisters
If we die at least we’re together

And the mariachi band is playing
And the B-boys from the Bronx are saying
“It’s Showtime! It’s Showtime!”
Track Name: First Kiss Of The Year
I can’t hear the fireworks
Be cause you’re breathing in my ears
I can taste your purple lip gloss
It’s the first kiss of the year

The music roars through the stadium
The band plays Auld Lang Syne
The lights shine in our eyes and blind us
But I can feel your hand in mine

I can’t hear the fireworks
Because you’re whispering in my ears
Run your fingers through my hair
It’s the first kiss of the year

It’s the first kiss of the year
And now the moment’s passed
It’s the first kiss of the year
I hope it’s not the last
Track Name: Late Fees
Weight of the words on my shoulders
As I walk I lean to one side
It might look like I can hold my own
But I feel no pride

Can’t seem to finish what I’ve borrowed
I’m only halfway through
Don’t have bookmarks so I use my receipts
I forget what’s overdue

Now I owe late fees
Now I owe late fees
Track Name: Exodus From LaGuardia
Take the first flight out on Tuesday
Avoid the crowds who block the Grand Central Parkway
Wait in the airport and call home and tell them your flight's not delayed
And you'll make it home okay
Fall asleep on the airplane
Forty minutes later you've touched down on the tarmac
Meet your dad out by the baggage claim
Make sure you threw the Ibuprofen in your backpack

Gee it's great to be where the clean air fills your lungs
Ah-ah-ah, gee it's great to be back home

Eat a turkey sandwich on Thanksgiving
Start to think of quitting the job that you hate
Sit on the couch all night
Get into bed but stay up far too late

Pour your heart out to your parents
Say that you don't want to work at a desk anymore
That you wanna go and see the world
Walk from here to Seattle back to Baltimore
But this is the real world
They say you gotta pay your dues to stay alive
But you secretly believe that it's all a lie
You can do so much before you die
So you scream these ten words out your front door
THERE IS NOT JUST THIS, THERE IS SO MUCH MORE

So cast off the limits that bind you
And let your mind and body and your spirit grow¬
And you will not, not, not give up
Go as far as you can go!
Track Name: Public Access Changed Our Lives
You and I met at the station
On the night that Bobby Moynihan was there
You looked like you hadn’t slept
And I was pulling out my hair
But we laughed so hard that night
And we started to feel better
Because at least we were together

PUBLIC ACCESS CHANGED OUR LIVES
Tune in every Wednesday night
Hang out with friends who believe in art
Where money’s not an issue, all we need is our hearts
Whoa-oh, IT CHANGED OUR LIVES

Do you remember Sandwich Night
Or when the whole show had no lights
Or every time the studio mikes were broken
It didn’t matter what went wrong or right
Because it just kept getting better
At least we were together

PUBLIC ACCESS CHANGED OUR LIVES
Tune in every Wednesday night
Hang out with friends who believe in art
Where money’s not an issue, all we need is our hearts
Whoa-oh-oh, PUBLIC ACCESS CHANGED OUR LIVES
Track Name: Another Winter Song
Every time we try to start a band we get ourselves distracted
Every time we come up with some crackpot scheme we just play computer games instead
Oh let's go! Let's conquer the world just like we said we would
Oh let's go! Do all the things we want to do just 'cuz we said we could
I won't let you give up

Every time we make grand schemes to out, most of the time we end up staying home instead
Every time we say we're gonna write our manifestos we end up watching TV in bed
Oh let's go! Let's break some hearts just like we said we would
Oh let's go! Let's build some bridges just 'cuz we said we could
I won't let you give up

We've been talking each other's ears off for years
But we haven't even put ourselves into first gear

Oh let's go! Let's break the law just 'cuz we said we could
Oh come on! Let's conquer the whole world just like we said we would
I won't let you give up
I won't let you give up
Track Name: Dreaming Of Dubuque
Looking west of the Hudson outside my window on the 29th floor
This job pays well but I want something more
The feel of sunlight on my face or a cool breeze in my hair
It’s so hard to dream when you’re choking on polluted air

Wheat fields on very side
And a smile on every face
Pleasant small town living
Is all I need of a place

I’ll get out of the city, I’ll take the first train out
And as we pass the Mississippi I’m gonna turn and shout
I’ll walk the dog each morning, I’ll tend to the farm
And in that Iowa sunrise, I’m gonna play the guitar
Track Name: Getting Out Of Brooklyn
Michael sits in a tired old coffee shop, a copy of Proust pressed to his nose
He’s got a lot on his mind but his posture is so composed
Moving day is three days away and his parents are coming up from Bombay
He hasn’t found a job so he knows what they’ll say, but it doesn’t matter anyway
‘Cause he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn in three days. Yeah he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… and moving to Queens

Sharon cries in the back of a cab
It’s so hard to find a good guy in this town
She lost her wallet in the back of Barcade, but that’s how these kind of nights go down
Her roommate still won’t pay the rent, and her landlord’s paper-thin patience is spent
She can’t believe she’s paying fifteen hundred dollars for a tiny flex one-bedroom apartment
She’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn someday
Yeah she’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… and moving to New Jersey

Mister Ballard’s been a super for ten years in the projects of Bedford Stuy
He’s always there when you need a fix; yeah, he’s a real swell guy
But he’s so tired of the high city taxes and the violence and the hipsters and the goddamn city cops
So he’s packing up his bags and he’s buying a truck and he’s flipping off the skyline as it disappears into the fog
And he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn ‘cause he’s had enough. Yeah he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… and going to Florida!

Yeah we’re getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn today. We’re getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… but we’ll be back someday.