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All Damn Day! Desnudo

by Bryant Eugene Vazquez

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2nd Time Around 02:32
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If I return to you I’m not the same My kiss may seem familiar My touch may still feel true If you came back to my arms It’s not enough The guilt would steal my will And my heart would cease to pump Ah, can we not lie? Can we not trust? Can we be wise? Ah, can we not try? Can we not trust? Do we just die? I pass the thoughts of still years All dressed in moss The crops we planted, my dear Never grew for us We never were for long time We just lived to rust An empty face cannot love a cold grip Ah, can we not lie? Can we not lust? Can we be wise? Ah, can we not try? Can we not trust? Do we just die? Ah, the reaper sighs Our naked lust These filthy lies Ah, we do not trust As we both walk We will pass by
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Ain't Nothing Wrong with Cherie 03:25
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I’d love to see your world, I would I'd love to reach the center of that place Would love to feel your face, I will And on that fine day, I’ll kiss you hard Just wait Can you feel it? Could you feel it? My lungs They lack the space All smoke and tar The constant coughing I’m a waste I’m nothing but ashamed And there’s no telling When I’m yelling Where it goes away Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Could you hear it? And if it’s all the same We’ll both do nothing But, lay in bed And drink and smoke and make it It’s crazy, but let’s stay The outside noise is all but loving Unlike the noise we make Can you see it? Could you see it? Can you see it? Could you see it? Can you see it? Could you see it? Oh, don’t turn around Do not turn to grey Much still to grow I’d tear off your clothes “How much did that cost?” “Oh, that’s cool...”
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All Damn Day! 04:22
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Reaching out upon the grey Why can’t my hands stay still? Trembling, mama! Hit a wall with my whole face Ate dirt and swallowed guilt Shaking hard, still Ain’t no pulse to keep my warm No vision that could thrill Whimpering harder! Placed hands upon the wheel to grip But, I-- I just can’t feel Suns out Breathing, keeping me here Full heart, and feeling Beating the fear Living, and dear I will live that way Past days of my own filth I scrape the grime away Leaving me thinner Waking up inside the shade I dragged its weight around all goddamn day I can eat the thoughts that ache And still have room to fill: cavernous heart-box! We can live inside the sigh, Or tear ourselves again Changing the same Feel what you wanted Take it and stay Is that want you wanted? Life and the grave
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Be Not Afraid 04:39
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You know about my baby? Neither do I? She ran off with some other I can’t be surprised I was a dog You know about closeness? You know about fear? They’re lovers without guilt They’re one and one, my dear It’s so true You know about roses? Nor do I? I never met a woman With those kind of eyes She’s so clear You about Satan? You might know him well Man, what a mess, it kills When I’m feeling ill, it’s so real You know about crazy? You know about pills? I’m peeling every layer Every time I die, I can’t tell You know about Jesus? A stand up guy Disciples follow those Who know when to be wise But, what to heal? You know about my black boots? The Cuban heels Yeah, they were taken from me Evidence concealed to reveal What I already knew You know about shelter? The streets at night I’ve seen too many struggle Just to stay alive There’s no yield You know about fury? You know about hell? You know about comfort? Let me show you how to yell! It feels so good! Yes, it do! You know about fire? The wild and rare The fuel to keep it burning Secret unaware is best left alone You know about one nights? Midnight romance You know about Catherine? She gone done me And then she ran I’d been had You know about Roethke? American, man! In language strict and pure Master poet of the verse In plain words You know about limbo? The stagnant time You’ll know about movement When you stop trying to fight Throw down the gloves You know about New York? The big city blues She felt malnourished As I trudged all through her roots In used shoes You know about my demons? You know about my saints? I’m your dirty tampon Then you go away I get sad, yes I do You know about nothing? That’s all there is Be not afraid For life itself is just a piss No need for grace
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Dang 02:49
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Cool and refined Unaligned, its apropos Now, get your kicks Before you’re scraping by and old Hey, say what you want I’ve heard enough And I’m ready to roll All work and no play Everyday, do as you’re told Abuse the man Take what you can It’s your pot of gold Don’t care to look back Not that you’d care Where's the fun in that? Slave forty years Now that you’re here Is it good enough? Bald bird don’t cry Look at your sky The red, white, and blues
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Fischer Ain't Your Mate 02:22
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A bleeding tree Oh my, oh my, oh my The burning leaf The limbs The guru of all mimes It’s pages short Now come on, do the twist! Promenade in rhyme, Cat got your tongue! That’s not right It’s just cool Time alone enough to prove Don’t want to be a freak Don’t want the grief to show The man with only songs Keeps going on, and on, and on, he sings, “The best is yet to come! This wine, this whore Is all the love I get!” Conversation stale He dresses well Hey, that’s just fine That’s just drool Chamomile and 80 proof Don’t want the tune to sell? You gotta kiss the crow The cretin glamour god Chews while it talks Tonight a meal of lead The movement of our times Point blank Sweat shirt No meaning, only thrills Everything must go on bargain souls Hey, that’s not mine Hey, that’s just glue Trembling eyes And two plus two Don’t need no dotted line Don’t got no river flow Baby, baby, rabies Mashed potato Save me Ain’t got no goddamn sense Ain’t got the brains to go!
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How To Go About It 03:20
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I’ll smoke til I can’t feel my tongue I’ll drink until I float My bloated conscience drags ashore And everyone looks bored Keep stealing my time, all of the time I cannot speak the word again Can’t slur its sound much more I pierce my heart right through the brain And choke its valve until it’s worn Keep stealing my time, all of the time The scribble’s on the wall, my friend You’re bound to take a fall You knew this day would come and now Your number has been called Welcome to your new crutch-filled world Welcome to your new ruin I never meant to break the horse I just needed to rule it Keep stealing my time, all of the time Freewheelin’ the lie, I’ll be a sigh The blue unsharpened blade that stabs Can’t cut through the facade A canvas shield you’re wrapped into The multi-colored slobs The next stranger you come across Could be part of your life But, no one really knows their roles And anyway they’re liars You just can’t keep tearing at the scabs And expect them not to bleed Your grip gets weaker by the minute And your corpse-cage lungs just squeak Keep stealing my time, all of the time Freewheelin’ the lie, I’ll be a sigh
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Le Sigh/ Love Spit 03:34
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King of dirt Queen of the wine Boas and furs dress down to grime Him in her skirt Vintage in rags She in his boots makes her feel real bad Buddy makes pals with the devil Olga is sweet, but she ain’t well Buddy been gone for a long time Olga writes songs, but they don’t rhyme Something gone wrong Come on now, please do tell Throw me bone While I sit in this cell You’re so tough it hurts It felt good at first As true love’s spit Dear you, Whom I adore: Give me your world, and I’d yell evermore. Give me that stare-down-the-door.
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Madcap 02:14
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Don’t wait for me Cause I ain’t sure I’m supposed to be I’m not there I’m no station, there’s no fare Don’t ask the trees I do not dangle from them, see I was a kid And all that’s passed Now, I’m a freak Wish I could swim Or learn to fly without the spins It’s a mental thing And babe, it’s always been I stole some time You stole some heart My carpet’s fine It’s got stains I left my life out in the rain Who’s eyes are those? Those lips were mine Now, I suppose I don’t care I’ll cut my hair But, what to wear Red, blue, and rare Unfurled tongue flaps through the air Catch it now Roll it up And eat the stares
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Mexican American Modernist 02:51
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Out of darkness Still in the night Showered by rains During daylight She said she fears The lack of color in my eyes Said, “maybe it’s your sight that’s losing sense?” “Observe me well--the evidence!” “I took the trolley, comin’home...” Waiting in suspense And though I cannot see Staring nakedly The clown paint still works And hard laughs can hurt Holding hands with consequence Spitting up against the winds A doctor says I’ve got to quit But, he don’t exist If every word could come to terms Or come alive, or maybe worse Tear through the thick skins of the Earth Rivers down my spine Ouch...
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Pretty Gotdamn 02:49
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Traversing Hope is tired Will let me down Feel my limbs Restless now But, hold my ground Where god plays Alone His son will let me down Coercing Leveled ground will lift my pride All is pretty! It’s not too late! Down to the last mistake Still, in the early morning City gloom Let it drown Lord, my hands! Fire in my soul I saw it move And I saw the rain flood all In my soul The rain floods all All is pretty! It’s not too late! Down to the last mistake
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Scoundrel 03:52
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Stripped of all paint, like some cheap slut- Half-assed saint Down on yourself, forgotten health, just take the pills sleep it off. Diseased or at least it feels this way I’m Sunday’s slave Bleed on a page you’re by yourself it’ll end this way Now I’m burning daylight killing time and that’s all I got A scoundrel in the light and even more so in the dark And now I’m burning out all flickering and that’s all I want Words have no sway I’m meaningless or like a sponge or like a smudge
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The Barber's Son 03:44
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I’m a painter And a diplomat Or an artist who can shape the glass I’m a colonel and a poet, man Don’t you know? I don’t run from day But, I can’t sleep at night Love has learned me well A good scrap is fine But, my father, he’s a barber And he can’t tell I don’t want to let you down The seeds in my front yard won’t grow The fence is looking busted up, for sure The boots I wear have got holes in them Now everything makes perfect sense ‘Cept that one time, when I left the race Cause you said I’ll be there with the light I’ll be there with the light I’ll be there with the lie Don’t stop staring You alone Each to his own We was dumb, man We gave it all Gave up the throne For all we know Rain sticks around with a hiss A two dollar bill in his fist Always figured you’d amount to more
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The Sick Man's Apartment 02:30
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the rubies in your eyes are stones i can't possess i'm tumbling down your halls i'm crippled by your dress the one you wore too well i tortured it the best at times i put it on pretend you never left or maybe it was i who struggled to make sense ah, time and time again your womanhood brings aches "you got a lot of nerve to question where i been; your body wears the words another's hands have pressed"
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What's Paisley? 02:36
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Standing, smiling inside a room Baby, I can’t help you If you don’t help yourself, won’t help yourself I’ll take the wrath here, right now I take the wrath here, right now The shitty blues Ah, it can’t last A whisper inside the room We start listening What to do And they say... Empty your plates Drop off a line Tell me once more Just tell me you’re mine Losing my grip Living in grey Walkin’ on stilts Through the streets in a daze

about

In 2015 I released one of my most ambitious albums to date, All Damn Day/ The Greatest Hits. The title itself, tongue-in-cheek, was (in my wild mind) a tip of the hat to The Velvet Underground's Loaded, a valiant effort in producing an album in which every song had the capacity for radio friendly stardom.

I set about proving to myself that I could create songs that were catchy, clever, and well-crafted without sacrificing DIY artistic morals and values. I was committed to quantity without the loss of quality.

This record became the soundtrack to my first year in a new city, having left behind everything and everyone I'd known in Arizona. Philly took me under its wing and kicked my ass from October 2013 until early 2015. Really, the thrashing's never quit, but the material poured out of me like I'd never before experienced. I was taking it all in and synthesizing my life into song. It was a bountiful time.

After much chaos I released the album, and to my surprise it was enjoyed by a considerable audience. More than anything I'd done before. It was a proud time. I was confident in myself and my craft.

Creating the album was also an exercise in experimentation. I'd never before fully self-recorded an album using a DAW. I loved pop music, but never thought my voice lent itself to the genre. Nor did I think myself capable of writing "pop" music. Enter VU's Loaded, Bowie's Hunky Dory, and The Kinks TVGPS.

I spared no expense in dressing each song with as much attention as they deserved. There were layers upon layers, each song carries its own unique musical imprint. Every bass line, every rhythm, guitar riff, vocal harmony, everything... all the product of the pure passionate obsession of creating a beautiful and cohesive work of art.

This album--this is an attempt in taking a few steps back. This is revisiting the heart of the All Damn Day-- songwriting itself, bare bones. Apart from a few electric lead riffs, all you will find here are vocals and acoustic guitar. A lot of the acoustic guitar intricacies were lost in the overall final mix of the album, but here, they are alive and savage. Everyone note, raw and often in a manic energy, captured without distraction from a backing track.

During the process of this album, I never once stopped to retune my guitar. No click tracks were used. Purely nervous energy and ferocity.

Two songs on this rendition of A.D.D. didn't make the cut on the final album: Scoundrel, and The Sick Man's Apartment. The first, well, I just felt was a bit too...dark, lyrically, for the album's overall poppy "lightness". The latter was written shortly after the album's completion, but it was close enough to be included. Also, it was just too much of a finger picked folk song--whatever that means. Anyway, they're here now.

It was a treat going back, remixing, and revisiting the songs. I hope you dig them in their natural state as much as I do--if not more. I still can't say where all these songs came from. But then again, when talking about the best type of art-- who does?

- B.E.V.

credits

released April 29, 2019

All songs written, performed, and recorded by Bryant Eugene Vazquez

except addition backing vocals on "Be Not Afraid" courtesy of Kelley Cosgrove.

Mixed by B.E.V.
Mastered by Alex Begay.


(Some of best parts of this album were written with a certain person in mind and is dedicated to her--give or take the occasional digression. For what it's worth, I loved you then and I still love you now. I'm sorry for being a shithead, SMPD.)

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