ENANTIODROMIA
(Released 2/18/2003)

Better End In Time
On the Road
You're Not Very
Departure of the Boats   (piano solo)
Birds
Ooh Ooh Johnny
Reopening
Show Theme   (piano solo)

All songs words and music by Azita Youssefi
©2003 Streamsdream, BMI

Drag City Records
album credits


Better End In Time

I am waiting on a contact today
It’s the most important one
Been winding like a snake in the grasses
Just out of line of the sun
I hear the children sing along as if to say
Ain’t youth a waste on the young

When you’re idling in the woods or the basement
Rifling through a stack of souveniers
That’s the moment that the holy man appears
I’d like a song from some of those phrases
The question is would it rhyme
The next sentence had better end in time

Who’s the one who walked in when you did
I feel I’ve met him before
I’m thinking of a warm and muddy night
Out on a weatherbeaten shore
Seems like the sky was coming clear
But there had been a storm

When you’re idling in the woods or the basement
Rifling through a stack of souveniers
That’s the moment that the holy man appears
I’d like a song from some of those phrases
The question is would it rhyme
The next sentence had better end in time
Now and then I’ve been somehow undermined

It’s hard to make sense of things today
You only carry on your own way
Set the monkey on the throne
Forget there’s one you’ve known
Like the wall defines the room
You do what it is you’ve got to
Take the monkey for a bride
He might see you to the other side

We split up after the Chrismas party
He was too far gone to care
Pukin out the driver side door
Maneuvering the stairs
Claiming his is the art of a sailor
A little take from everywhere

I’d like a song from some of those phrases
The question is would it rhyme
The next sentence had better end in time
When you’re idling in the woods or the basement
Rifling through a stack of souveniers
That’s the moment that the holy man appears
Shit like this been going down for years
One has to wonder what if anything he hears

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On The Road

I'd like to hire someone
To make it go alright
When I'm on the road
I haven't seen your face
Bet it'll do just fine
Get me on the road
Before another year spent at Ko's
With a feeling that comes and goes
What would it take to get you to
Keep me at the mountainside
I’ll be looking for someplace to hide

The traffic is heaving past
Into the snow and squall
I’m at my window
A girl in a high-heeled boot
Could hardly walk at all
I would have passed her hours ago
If I had bothered to show
Had a chaperon in tow
Someone that I could count on to
Keep me at the mountainside
I’ll be looking for someplace to hide

See the people running scared
Shake their fist
Cause they are pissed you slowed
Them’s the perils
Of the road
And the mountain calls you there
Before you start to notice
It's the whole you want
The fountain
And the air

I'd like to hire someone
To make it go alright
When I'm on the road

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You're Not Very

You're not very honest
Is that the way?
The magistrate in the stolen robe
I've been all around you
It's too much time to know

You're not very helpful
But that's ok
I've staggered on around the place
And taken a fall some
So much time to learn

Still, it's not the worst
Of wild-goose chases
That you put me to
Take off and point
Toward some place
I'd be waiting for you
Where a debutante would let it go

You're not very cautious
But that's alright
I'd driven by to see you home
And not having found you
Is so much time to know

There's a phonebooth on the corner
I must have dreamed
But I could reach you through your machine
Just taking what's coming
Takes too much time to learn

Still, it's not the worst
Of wild-goose chases
That you put me to
Take off and point
Toward some place
I'd be waiting for you
Where a debutante would let it go

The first hour
Was long enough to find
Not any crime
To leave out
But the gist of what must be
All me
I've culled out
From the rest

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Birds

Your face at breakfast is hard to read
Let’s slice up the pages
For a look at the opening stages
Of the match getting underway
On their court
Well maybe you're lost in the tennis
Or maybe it’s the menace
Has come to a head
Wrung itself from your hold
Gone out of control
Under the bed

On your face the stranger driving home to me
I'd follow the races
Before we took our starting places
On a track that runs out in the way
You run your course
Sugar you're smiles at the table
Keep a tight lid on the fable
Right up to the end
Of a man who divides through the air
Leaving one in his chair
Who can pretend

Birds have grown up singing in the trees
Hearing the sound kept you crawlin around on your knees
Birds have grown up singing high in the trees
Hearing the talk as you walk about on your knees

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Ooh Ooh Johnny

Ooh ooh johnny come on here
Ooh ooh johnny come on here
Ooh ooh johnny come out

We can’t scratch a notch into those distant doubts
With cryptic commands and flashy fingering
But don’t let up
Bring me my Stevie Nicks and won’t you do it up?
Sing me a song until you fill my empty cup
And don’t give out
Let’s shoot the breeze
And I'll come around
To turn the cheek
So we don't reek
Of apologies

Let out
Your onion peel
Anytime you feel

Ooh ooh johnny come on here
Ooh ooh johnny come on here
Ooh ooh johnny come play

This feeling blackens me the minute I awake
With you asking what I mean I know better than to try
You just sit tight
No periscopic eye is in our midst tonight
Won’t be no heavy talk or need to be polite
And no need to delay
Let loose your string
Cause time’s come around
To call upon
The black scorpion
To raise his sting

Let out
Your onion peel
Anytime you feel

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Reopening

Lose the scent
Time misspent
Can’t defend
Fallen inside to my grave

Wrecked my head
Knocked out dead
Weeks in bed
Fallen inside to my grave

Cross the road
Don’t say no
Not today
I’ve fallen inside to my grave

The people in town that I knew
They mostly stay in by themselves
Calling their faces now into view
Like drink an elixir to my eye
There's someone to like

Dropped him off
Pressure drop
Had to cop
Fallen inside to my grave

Madman play
Led astray
Hell to pay
I’ve fallen inside to my grave

The people in town that I knew
They mostly stay in by themselves
Calling their faces now into view
Like drink an elixir to my eye
There's seeing someone to like

The people in town that I knew
They mostly stay in at the end of the day
Calling their faces now into view
Like drink an elixir to my eye
There's someone to like

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Album Credits

Azita Youssefi: Piano and Vocal
John McEntire: Drums and Percussion
Matt Lux: Electric Bass Guitar
Jeff Parker: Guitar on 1,5
Rob Mazurek: Cornet on 3,7

Engineered by Brian Paulson at Acme Studios & Soma Electronic Music Studios, Chicago
Mastering: Roger Seibel, SAE
Photos: Sheila Manson

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