<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17558382</id><updated>2011-10-18T14:11:00.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Elegant Mess (Albums)</title><subtitle type='html'>The impressionistic music of New York City singer/songwriter Michael Novick</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novickslyrics3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17558382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novickslyrics3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael Novick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdagMafdXnQ/Tp2qfNZxgoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eSNOjtelJJo/s220/Beard.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17558382.post-112864314954653523</id><published>2005-10-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:46:45.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demographix Vol. 3: Charaders (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5187/1300/1600/Charaders10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5187/1300/200/Charaders6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(click on the song to play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1390277&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;dopamine (it's love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1355067&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;cloud 9 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1787431&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1427383&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;reunion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1787243&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;pretty girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1381908&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;(there's) nothing to it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1788331&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;post call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1365328&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;charlene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1787455&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;frosted flakes and milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=1787490&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;the last one (for stephen bohler, by way of elliott smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demographix Vol. 3: Charaders&lt;/strong&gt; (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recorded in New York City, 2004/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All songs written and produced by Michael Novick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MKN: vocals, acoustic guitars, programming, keyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Purchase Demographix Vol. 3: Charaders at &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playListId=99242814" target="blank"&gt;Apple iTunes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cloud 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i'd like to say more than i do to you but i'm tongue tied/lightning strikes and gives me up in your yard with a handful of pebbles/i'm on cloud nine/you're an angel/i'm on cloud nine for the hundredth time/don't stop now, we're close to something real/can you feel it?/i can't believe that you don't sleep to dream/why else close your eyes?/i'm on cloud nine/smelling roses that aren't even mine/i'm lost in you, but i lose myself a lot so don't sweat it/i can't believe that you don't sleep to dream/my dreams are my saviors/i'm on cloud nine so don't wake me/i'm on cloud nine/don't come and take me home/i'm on cloud nine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;it's not the color of your sky/it's not the way you say goodbye/it's not the timing of your heart/it's you/it's not the softness of your stare/it's not the way you walk on air/it's not the quiet in your eyes/it's you/it's not that i've been waiting/it's not that i've been shy/it's not that i wasn't built to play this guy/it's not the secrets that you keep/it's not the language that you speak/it's not the things you say you want/it's you/it's not your little lies/it's not your big plans/and it's not me/it's not that i've been waiting/it's not that i've been shy/it's not that i wasn't built to play this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;kathy is sunning herself in the rain/she's closing her eyes to the scene/she's folding up/her friends are an elegant mess/they're breeding/they'll do anything just to be seen at the ball/her boyfriend is writing a book/it's the story of his life/she leaves him asleep at the wheel and locks the door/she dances with someone she knew in high school/she loses herself in the music/she's spinning like a top/like a coin on edge/she used to be so weak/she cried herself to sleep/all the boys turned their heads to stare but never spoke/and her heart broke into a million stars/"it's the pain," she says, "that reminds us who we are"/she loses herself in the night/in the dream she's the queen of the prom/but the dream is a dream and the dream is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;took my chances with a wallflower/she handed me my head/and i couldn't help thinking that life is too short for wild geese and red herrings/is it wrong to say you're weak when i'm the one who can't speak?/close up your stained-glass eyes/put a sock in your alibis/i'll cut off those dirty blonde curls/i've had just enough of pretty girls/it must be something in the genes/you're probably so proud/but behind that face, you're a disaster/it's like you were born yesterday/i wouldn't kick you out of bed/not unless you're sleeping/i was only in it for the score and a set of keys to your little house on the shore/and all your little friends with their second-hand pearls/i've had my fill of those pretty girls/and you're not even that pretty.../close up your stained-glass eyes/put a sock in your alibis/i'll cut off those dirty blonde curls/i've had just enough of pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(there's) nothing to it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;so you're going to hitch that ride / nothing i can do i haven't already tried / you live in places i don't recognize / finding comfort in the devil's eyes / well, a word to the wise / there's nothing to it / there's nothing to it / you once said i was a saint / would a saint make light of your pain? / there's nothing to it / all those times i had to lie / all those secrets that i never meant to hide / it's just a testament to gravity / but i will spin that into strength or jealousy / there's nothing to it / there's nothing to it / did you think that i was your friend when i said i'd stay 'til the end? / there's nothing to it / you set me up for life with your heart on a filthy sleeve / i mistook your greed for faith in me / did you think that i was your friend when i said i'd stay til the end? / there's nothing to it / there's nothing to it / you once said i was a saint / would a saint make light of your pain? / there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i have six friends that i know of and two of them don't even like me/i could use a friend right now but you'll do/sometimes i can see you coming/sometimes you catch me by surprise/i was proud to play the sucker/i'll do anything for a laugh/but now i'm tired and i can't sleep/and i just need something warm to hold/sometimes i think that i still want you/sometimes it hurts to see you happy/but it's gonna be alright.../i'm a pretty decent singer but i'm not good at much else/i learn everything the hard way if i learn anything at all/sometimes i wish for things i already have/sometimes i take things i don't need/but it's gonna be alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;you had a hand in the jar and one eye on my pocketbook/i could see it from afar/you were always worth a second look/call me old-fashioned but i like to take my women like my wine/dry, bold, and australian/you were always dumb, but you were kind then/you'll never be that dumb again/if i'm the best that you could find/i pity all those other men/call me a coward/call me anything that makes you free/i'm just trying to keep the part of me that breathes/charlene, take what's yours and disappear/charlene, look away and let it go/it's too late to be sad for something we never had/i'm thinking of a number/what's it going to take to make you leave/i'm cool, drunk, and carniverous/charlene, take what's yours and disappear/charlene, look away and let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frosted flakes and milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;frosted flakes and milk/is all i really like now/since you left me hanging/but when push comes to shove/i’m still full of love for you/i wish you could see that/you might just be surprised/you might just find you like it/you might be surprised/i hate to break it to you/but I’m the one that got away/even if you never learn/i’ll be waitin’ for you/with flowers in my pocket/withered but alive/and you just might be surprised/you might just find you like them/you might be surprised/frosted flakes and milk/sitting on the table/at least a week or more/i’m drowning in this room/i’m staring at the moon/i think i’m seeing faces/that aren’t really there/like songs i used to know/written by my shadow/and you might just be surprised/you might just find you like them/you might be surprised…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last one (for stephen bohler, by way of elliott smith)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;you took the long way down/it's a long way down/into the nothing/into history/and something tells me/you're not the last one/to burn too brightly/to touch the sun/i read about it in the news (it went a long way)/now you're just a ghost in the hall/a needle in the hay/and something tells me/you're not the last one/to burn too brightly/to touch the sun/and something tells me/you're not the last one/to burn too brightly/to touch the sun/i read about it in the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17558382-112864314954653523?l=novickslyrics3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novickslyrics3.blogspot.com/feeds/112864314954653523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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