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Can't Complain

by Anthony Savino

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1.
Used to believe there was something for anyone Wearing a cap and a gown Kept my nose clean, started working at fifteen And studied the roads out of town When I got to the quad there was pot, there was vodka The party would just go and go I thought there’d be, like, a key to the library But it was only for show, I didn’t know What in the world I was gonna do What in the hell had I gotten myself into Got a job in the fall making calls For the HRC, DNC, Channel Thirteen No one was home, or the home was foreclosed Or the funds were in a deep freeze Friends graduated, I contemplated Getting back into the race But even the valedictorian’s worrying Now that it’s over was it worth the chase, I mean What in the world am I gonna do What in the hell have I gotten myself into Now I punch in at the warehouse And wait for the train that I lost to return How to cash in on a passion I either don’t care or I never learned Looking through pictures of when things were different It’s hard to believe I was there So many dreams disconnected downstream Now they’re out of my hands Or they’re up in the air, tell me What in the world am I gonna do What in the hell have I gotten myself into
2.
Home 02:45
It’s been a year in suburbia Finally got some sleep and a phobia of public places Sprinklers on at the break of dawn Little rainbows glow on the plastic lawns It’s at least an acre Silent speeding electric cars Pass the RVs on the boulevard Some roads aren’t made to roam A dozen leaf blowers breaks my brain But I’ve got food and water so I can’t complain Guess I’ll make myself at home When we left for the wicked west Were we bored, depressed, or just innocent? Oh, I can’t remember From the crowded streets of the old northeast To the burning pavement of the Valley We’ve seen a lot together Thought we’d be on our own by now But we’re hiding in someone else’s house We could leave well enough alone Until we find a place that’s closer to town Or where there ain’t nothing for miles around We could make ourselves at home They want you here, they want you there All I want is an easy chair When the sun is setting Don’t get me wrong, I like to take a trip When the nights are long and the faucet’s drip Is unrelenting Bags are packed, flag unfurled No looking back, you can see the world Book a cruise from your telephone But you don’t have to get on the bus There’s a little old place with all your stuff It’s an island of your own Don’t believe those big airlines Vacation is such a simple vibe It’s a state of mind and soul You can make yourself at home
3.
A world of things, roads and maps Yards and buildings, buttons and straps Miles and inches, language and clothes The Hoover Dam, the garden hose Born helpless, twinkling eyes Kick and scream, compromise Nurture nature, go with the grain Civilization, the mind and the brain With all of the power we put into harnessing wilderness We make living an effortless thing for the few and far So hold on to the railings We live together, it’s getting hot in here Soon there’ll be a hotel in the stratosphere Who’s going to build it? Who’s going to change the sheets? Who will bring the martinis to the Lunar Suite? We’ve seen the numbers, there’s more than enough We get bread and a circus when the going gets tough So I’m calling my neighbors, it feels good to connect I’ll take human behavior if there’s nothing else left
4.
More for Me 02:56
It finally stopped, the other shoe dropped The grandfather clock quit counting They emptied the malls, stormed city hall Until one day there was no more shouting They had a good run, though it didn’t seem fun For those last couple centuries Some of them tried turning the tide But most of them cried desperately, “More for me” I can’t complain, except when it rains No, I wouldn’t say that I’m jaded Some creatures can kill, and sometimes they will But I’ll have my fill when they’re sated The highways are clear, the coast disappeared The buildings fell into the sea If only they got those guys at the top But since they did not, more for me No planes in the sky, I’m circling high And it’s almost time to eat Don’t mind if I do, because now that they’re through And out of here too, more for me

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Recorded December 2021 – November 2022
At home and by David Jerkovich at Balboa Recording Studio

Mixed and Mastered by David Jerkovich
Produced and performed by Anthony Savino

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released May 26, 2023

Emily Goldstein: Vocals on Home and Effortless Thing, Omnichord on Effortless Thing
David Jerkovich: Bass and Synth on Home
Jeff Enzor: Drums on What in the World and Home

Photos by Emily Goldstein

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