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Lagoon (Deluxe Edition - Bonus Material)

by Bird Streets

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Oh Adrienne, you've done a lot of worryin'. Your pretty head is spinnin’ round. Don't let it bring you down. California high on a Sunday rising. Wipes the moonlight from her eyes. Wondering how long she can go on without crying. What will it take to set her free? Nobody told her she has nothing to fear. When she plays, she’s Polly Jean. She’s unconsciously fine. But all her songs are minor key. Who could bear to see her hide herself away? What will it take to set her free? Nobody told her she has nothing to fear. Adrienne, you’re so morose and elegant. And all your friends are dropping out. Don't let it bring you down.
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Black coffee from a dive bar. Bongwater on the seat of your new car. Takes time to settle in. Gotta light one up and try again. Made a killing on the first one. Moved up the hill to get a little more sun. Clear your head for a while. But nothing's come along in ages. Where is your imagination? Are there other chapters left in store? What in the world are you trying to prove? ‘cause the world ain't gonna wait for you. And what in the world are you going to do if the words never come to you? A little shake’ll keep you going. Pull the blinds and give the dog a bone. Smoke fucking with your circuits. Keep firing until you connect with the other side or something in the stars. Whatever gets you out of park. But you've got less than 20 pages. Where is your imagination? What is it that you're searching for? Waiting on a sequel to the divine intervention to draw the ideas from your mind and free you from detention. To cultivate a seed that grows into the stuff of legend, the story of a man who knows the answer to the question. How to see what's in the future when we're blinded by the present. Anyone can change the world but we are always second guessing. You could tell them all the truth, admit the well has come up dry. But you know that it would kill you, like a bullet to your pride. And you don't want to die.
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I gotta tell you, I’m kind of a mess. Live through the day just to get to the next. Can’t return calls, never mind send a text. The monster inside, it don’t get any rest. Stare into the hole that surrounds all of this. If it has a purpose, I don’t know what it is. Next thing you know, you’re afraid to exist. Is there another word for total paralysis? As soon as possible, I’m breaking out of here. I’m gonna dig my soul to freedom or die trying. ’Cause there’s no hospital can cure me of the fear that my first move could be my last. It’s lying in wait for the signal to sound. A sleeper agent with orders to cut me down. Every positive feeling, underscored by a frown. At war with my mind and I keep losing ground. A congress of cowards ruling over my id. And the monster inside is just a scared little kid hiding under the steps, trying not to get hit. It’s getting so hard to forgive and forget when he knows what he did. Something I needed to get off my chest. But now that I’ve told you, wish I’d never confessed.
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I used to have a plan. I could feel something. Now my heart’s a phantom limb. Behave yourself. Maybe today I won’t fuck up everything. In an alternate reality, I cast no ripples in the sea. No one ever saw my face. Get out quiet, leave no trace. It came on again, like the soft, sweet press of the hammer rending flesh. Erase yourself before it’s too late. And the voice it radiates In an alternate reality, deliver me unto the sea. A serene and final place. Make no mess and leave no trace. Burn my clothes and then the case. Cut the strings, leave no trace. Get out quiet, leave no trace.
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This morning I was on a tear, talking to the wall like there was someone there. But you vanished into thin air like a passing thought or a condemned man’s prayer. Even though you’re gone, I feel you everywhere. This is not a victory. More like an everlasting sigh. I’m reliving history with a machine of my design. I saw you in the old cafe, talking with a friend, sipping your Earl Grey. Tried to catch you but you slipped away. Was it all a dream? Just an aberration? I’ve fallen in too deep with my imagination. All I have to do is remember you and it is just like the day that we met. You are still alive long as I never forget. Just when I was on the mend, you came and tore me up again. It really is no mystery. It’s just a way to turn back time. I’m reliving history with a machine of my design. A routine inside my mind. A machine of my design.

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Bonus Material from the Lagoon Deluxe Edition. Includes two new songs recorded during the Lagoon sessions, plus demos and alternative versions of album tracks.

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released June 30, 2023

Lyrics and Music by John Brodeur, published by All I Have Is Music (ASCAP), administered by 8D Publishing.

Mastered by Jonathan Jetter.

Cover Painting: Blue Monday by Ada Louise Langford, used by permission of the artist.
Management: Jeff Keller
Legal: Paul C. Rapp

(c)2023 Sparkle Plenty Records, under exclusive license to Deko Entertainment.

See individual tracks for player and studio credits.

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Bird Streets Brooklyn, New York

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Bird Streets is the alter ego of Brooklyn artist John Brodeur.

"Introspective art wrapped in beguiling indie rock."
- Music Connection

"Timeless and honest. A fine balance between melody, tension, character,
meaning and relatability that few artists are able to strike."
- The Deli
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