Nonconsensual

by Crisis Center

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The Crisis Center is a shock folk duo named after our old apartment in college. We did a few coffeehouse gigs at Brandeis and one at Tufts.

We recorded this album in the space of about 3 hours, practically unrehearsed, in Susan's apartment. You've been warned. Also, we swear, and some of the songs are about sex, so, um, parental advisory. :)

The Crisis Center is Nat Budin (guitar) and Susan Weiner (fiddle). They both sing, even though they probably shouldn't.

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released 19 February 2011
Photo by David van der Mark, (cc) 2007 ShareAlike-Attribution

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Track Name: Purple Mountain Tragedies
Halfway down the gravel road stands a door that’s halfway open
Through the door there stands a glass that’s always halfway full
Purple mountain tragedies and red light shining through the window
Golden carpet leads the way to somewhere I don’t know

CHORUS
Bombs bursting in my hand
Crumbling maps and telephones
My dreams are shattered ‘cross the land

Dying cries of magazines and dollar bills you never borrowed
Tabloid articles unwritten, papered on the wall
Where were you when we were flying underneath the unwashed masses?
Trudging through the sea of children marching through the hall?

CHORUS

Bloody statues, falling down
‘Neath the hollow oak
And their staring eyes, underground
Dance a waltz with hope
Run away
Run away

CHORUS (x2)
Track Name: Three Chord Song
CHORUS
I'm writing a three-chord song
Simple and not too long
I'm writing a three-chord song
Today
I'm writing a three-chord song
Anyone can pluck along
I'm writing a three-chord song
'Cause that's all I can play

G G G G G, C C C C C
G G G G G G D
G G G G G, C C C C C
G G G G D D G

I play the violin so sweet, any tune I hear
But I can't sing with that thing pressed against my ear
So I got a guitar, but I can hardly do songs
That on the fiddle wouldn't faze me a little but my fingers stick like glue
But...

CHORUS

I could put in a bridge with no minors or ups and downs
But what good is a bridge if it just goes round and round?
I could put in another verse, but I'm already sick of the tune
And the longer this is, the worse, so I'd better stop it soon
But...

CHORUS
Track Name: Alone Together
Sometimes I think, to me it seems
We're all together sharing a dream
Someday we'll wake up sweating and scream
And find we're alone together

What do we think? How do we feel?
Where are we going to get our next meal?
And why do we keep reinventing the wheel
If we're alone together?

CHORUS
Sit, watch the bluebirds fly
Wait, watch the clouds roll by
Imagine, in your mind's eye
That we're alone together

Jump on a horse, strap on a sword
Feel the earth shake, hear the giant's roar
How long does it take before you get bored
Of galloping round by a tether?

Sometimes I wonder what living is worth
Sometimes I think about life after birth
Are there really people far away from this earth
Or are we alone together?

CHORUS
Track Name: Live In The Dark
Out in the wilds of great midwestern state
Lives the biggest fungus from which man ever ate
Either the world's most humongous living thing
Or lots of cloned fungus with same genetic string

CHORUS
Live in the dark and eat compost
That's what it takes to be the most
Live in the dark and you'll thrive
That's what it takes to survive

Won't have to worry 'bout your weight
You will cover up a whole state
You'll be what some people eat
Though you'll be under their feet

CHORUS

You will never have to exercise
Can't see a mirror without eyes
People to your side will fly
For you will be a fungi

CHORUS
Track Name: Under The Curse
I wish all the liquor was bottled up well
And cast to the bottomless dungeons of Hell
It ruins our young men and makes of them slaves
Our fathers fall by it and fill drunkards' graves

CHORUS
Great spirit that guided our ancestors, come
And lead us, their children, to honor and fame
The wife needs protection, the orphan a home
While the demon of drink sways the sceptre of shame
While the demon of drink sways the sceptre of shame

The fair one, heartbroken, is wasting away
The young wife is drooping in early decay
While widows and orphans as monuments stand
To tell of its horrors all over the land

CHORUS

O hope of the nation, ye sons of the brave
Have virtue and manhood forsaken your breast?
Shall we brook a tyrant and sceptre a knave
While freedom was born by the blood of the best?

CHORUS