Don't Forget to Wave

by Josh Wolfsohn

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1.
She’s on a level with the lighting She’s flashing red and blue Her dress it swings like long hair It drapes from hips that move I’ve been to all the traders For something they don’t sell But after all my labours I followed my sense of smell She’s silk and honey combined; I bet your girl doesn’t dance like mine. You know that she takes classes She’s out three nights a week I get to watch her practice With popcorn salted sweet And that’s a show to make a man blind; I bet your girl doesn’t dance like mine.
2.
Slow my breathing, eyes go left and eyes go right I don’t think I’ll make that last bus home tonight We are talking, my heart’s beating like a cannon out my chest Slow the sun down so it won’t come round while I’m still in bed with you Breakfast quickly then you kiss me just before I have to shoot Spent the bus ride with my tongue tied, still astonished you let me stay, oh She’s got that thing about her yea It isn’t just the pretty hair Maybe we could make this last Baby could we make this last? Make a juice blend, try to make ends meet, I work a coffee shop Starting morning while the yawning business men are waking up Think about you all the way through an entire double shift, oh Slow the clock down so it won’t go round with every tick We’re at my place, there is no space for us to sit Draw the curtains, kiss your forehead, do you think you’ll stay the night? She’s got that thing about her yea It isn’t just the pretty hair Maybe we could make this last Baby could we make this last? It’s just like a glitter fountain, all those water works I’m feeling, oh that smile is too appealing not to enjoy. And oh I hope our grip, will never tire and never slip, can we cling like a paper clip to our sheets? She’s got that thing about her yea It isn’t just the pretty hair Maybe we could make this last Baby could we make this last?
3.
Amber Eyes 04:17
Let’s bolt all our doors. Out there we are flawed. Here we’re safe and stored And from our silk dressed bed. We’ll live for us instead. Of living just for them Your orange amber eyes, your teenage amber eyes, they’re a whole world and it’s the only world I wanna see. I’m well past the point. Of ring past finger joint. I could not tell you that. It might scare you off. My in-finite love. Bright in-finite love. Your orange amber eyes, your tired amber eyes, they’re a whole world and it’s the only world I wanna see. Do not feel inclined, to stare back into mine, the fact that you’re here and haven’t disappeared is all I need. Your gym shoes on the floor. Remind me what I’m for. You’ll be back by five. Let’s let evening light. Shine in through the blinds. Phone calls from our kids. Your orange amber eyes, your ageing amber eyes, they’re a whole world and it’s the only world I wanna see. The never loneliness, the always of your kiss, the feeling of your soul swamping my whole entirety. Hold your wrinkled hands. Careful final dance. To pop songs from our teens. Lay you down again. Put your drip back in. Eye lids close on me. Your orange amber eyes, your dying amber eyes, they’re a whole world that I’ll never see again. And I know pretty soon, I’ll be joining you, because the photos they don’t make them shine the same.
4.
She’s the blossom, sunny welcome, she’s ascending, full of helium, a flower in bloom She’s the dawn, a deer’s fawn, a waking yawn, newly spawned, leaving the womb She’s the sunrise and unwise, she’s the spring time and unripe and likely to assume He’s the summer, glowing amber, he is nature’s utopia, heavy with fruit He is august at its tallest with the south coast sand like sawdust on a swimsuit He’s the high sun letting skin burn, never concerned when the clouds turn, he’ll shine through It’s an untimely time for this It’s an untimely time for this She’s the autumn, well accustomed, fixing problems with her wisdom, blanket over knees She’s an evening candle dwindling, sweet as pudding, sun setting she’s fallen from the trees She’s required and admired, though retired, still inspired, keeps everyone pleased He’s the moonlight on a cold night, he’s frostbite, he is upright in a glass case He’s the winter with the reaper by the alter, undertaker takes him away He’s December, fallen timber, well remembered by September, she is crying as he lays It’s an untimely time for this It’s an untimely time for this
5.
Time 02:06
You’re not free this week Apart from that day I’m out But the next day that you’re free We’re going out, I’ll have to Bide my time, waiting in line, for you, I’ll have to bide my time, waiting in line for you. You don’t like to speak Through the speaker on your phone So until we meet We’ll have to text, I guess I’ll Waste my time, thinking up lines, for you, I guess I’ll waste my time, thinking up lines, for you. No more hide and seek I’m knocking at your door And that boy had the cheek To answer the door, I think I’m Out of time, he drew a line, round you, I think I’m out of time, he drew a line, round you. I spend so much time casting out lines for you. I spent so much time casting out lines for you. (maybe) I don’t want to speak, Through the speaker on my phone ‘cause you don’t want to meet
6.
As Sylvie 03:34
As Sylvie butts her cigarette out on the concrete floor, She’s sitting head in hands outside the coffee shop back door. She starts to reminisce then digs her nails into her thigh, To stop herself thinking so well of the man who left her side. Her supervisor steps outside; she thinks her break is up. Instead he asks, “what’s wrong, what made that pretty smile drop?” “Last year I had a man but, as my sadness surely shows, The first light of January greeted me alone.” His car was on her drive last night in her dream. A knocking at the door had poor Sylvie deceived. She rushed downstairs to answer it; the gravel ground was clear. Her eyes welled up like broken taps; she knew he wasn’t here. “I’ll get the cheapest airline ticket across the Atlantic I can find, Put all my shit in boxes and post a picture online. That’ll shake him up, my packed-up stuff, on his Facebook feed. He doesn’t want me now; I bet he’ll miss me when I leave.” As Sylvie sparks a cigarette, she’s shutting her front door. She doesn’t want his face on her home screen anymore. She’s changed it to a rainbow and it’s the first day of term. At college a boy she doesn’t know holds the door for her.
7.
The flickering TV Our days are sloped and steep But we get by, Climbing up like soldiers Our phone calls late at night They glow like candle light They’re warm like double duvets on our shoulders. When you leave, I can breathe, Clear my chest, But don’t forget to wave. Your tracks in snow, As you go, Winter’s cold, But don’t forget to wave to me. We steamed the windows up Let iron patience rust We’re gonna have to throw ourselves outside And when the blizzard comes Let our feet go numb We’ll be treading lightly for a long time When you leave, I can breathe, Clear my chest, But don’t forget to wave. Your tracks in snow, As you go, Winter’s cold, But don’t forget to wave to me. The snapshots fizzle out Two was such a crowd I bet your voice is different since I saw you Though the ice melts grey Summer’s on its way I’m brave enough to crawl out from my igloo When you leave, I can breathe, Clear my chest, But don’t forget to wave. Your tracks in snow, As you go, Winter’s cold, But don’t forget to wave to me.
8.
90’s world leaders in portrait pictures and a bed frame with barbed wire curled round broken computers, their motherboards useless, they’re just another colour on the pile. And I don’t miss it, my city’s gone missing, I hated it all anyway. So bring on the burning, a dove stuck on red string, We’ll call it the end of days. And soon I’ll die like the rest of them. Tell me a story, torn up teddy, before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy, before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. I swear that power plant was by Gloucester Boulevard where uncle Roy used to work. His tongue was always yellow from uranium he’d swallowed and I’m pretty sure it glowed in the dark. I don’t miss it, my city’s gone missing, I never liked people that much. The rubble of a century spewed out in front of me, I’m wading through, I hear my boots crunch. Now I’m gonna die like the rest of them, Tell me a story, torn up teddy, before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy, before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. When I was a kid, I thought it would be so cool to tread through a post-apocalypse. When I was a kid, I thought it would be so cool to tread through a post-apocalypse. All my friends are dead! I thought it would be so cool to tread through a post- apocalypse. So, teddy, please... Tell me a story; before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy, before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky.

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released April 13, 2018

All songs written and performed by Josh Wolfsohn.
Produced by Dug Wolfsohn at Bentham Studio, Wiltshire.
Album artwork by Moss James / Joe Haney.

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