Home Alone Forever

by Steve Subrizi

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released June 10, 2013

Songs written by Steve Subrizi
Produced by Jon Corey at Steed Sound in Somerville, MA
Mastered by Richard Marr at Galaxy Park Studios in Watertown, MA

Artwork by Sophia Holtz

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Track Name: Working Till The End Of Time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’ve got no time

I’ve been at work since half past five
At this Cambridge bar and restaurant
I get a little break around nine
And then I’ve got to go back to giving people what they want

I’m just a guy who gets paid just enough to keep him alive

That’s why I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’ve got no time

I asked the bartender out for coffee
She said she’d like to, but I should know she’s seeing someone
She said to take her number in case I need a shift covered
I said, hey, whatever you want

We’re just two people who get paid just enough to keep us alive

And anyway, I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
So I’ve got no time

When my shift doesn’t start for an hour
And I’ve got no one to meet
I take a long walk past the garden
Down Sacramento Street

And then I work until the end of time
I work until the end of time
I work until the end of time
I get no time

I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’m working till the end of time
I’ve got no time

Oh no, I’m just a guy who gets paid just enough to keep him alive
Track Name: Your Canadian Boyfriend
Your boyfriend who lives in Canada
Is a figment of your self-isolation
While here in Massachusetts, you’re proving our chemistry useless
Shooting pool at the Watering Hole with the god of reservations

Take a good look at your neighbor
And put your smart phone away
Face what’s right in front of you
Because we’re living in the USA

You’re bound to lose touch before you get to do much touching
With your Canadian friend
But if you want to make some time with your friend around the corner
Then you won’t have to wait for that long weekend

Because your boyfriend who lives in Canada
Whom you met at a four-day convention
Could meet you halfway in Syracuse, that’s true,
But it’s a five-hour drive, and that’s a reasonable excuse

To take a good long look at your neighbor
And turn that Skype cam away
Face what’s right in front of you
Start living in the USA

Face what’s right in front of you
Before it gets out of your way
Track Name: Love Will Follow You Home
My love for you is a dog I’ve got to train not to bite
My love for you is a dog I’ve got to train not to bite
Keeping me awake in my bed every night
My love for you is a dog I’ve got to train not to fight

My love for you is a cat that hates you
My love for you is a cat that hates you
Still following you around, making you sick
My love for you is a cat that hates you

My love for you is a bear
My love for you is a bear
I will lock it up when you come here

And if you ever find a sweetness in the morning air
You have not known since you were a baby
Then call it by its name
Call it by its name
Call it by its name, my love
And it will stay
Track Name: I Can Do It Alone
So we took long walks around Jamaica Plain
Drank coffee till we went insane
Well, I can do that alone, like I always have
I can do it alone

We had Sunday nights free, and what did we do?
Sat in our underwear watching Doctor Who
Well, I can do that alone. You were holding me back
I can do it alone

I won’t miss our conversations about books or food
I can accomplish the physical stuff in solitude
All alone

Apple orchards, restaurants, stadium seats
Taking days to wake up, barely sleeping
I can do it alone, anything you can name
I’ll do it alone

And if they ever catch me wishing I still had you around
Somebody shoot me from a cannon to the Long Island Sound
All alone

Sure, we spent some lovely hours doing nothing at all
But I’m great at doing nothing at all
I can do it alone, I’m an expert at that
I’ll do it alone

I can do it alone
Yeah
Track Name: Keep Good Track Of Your Heart
You’ve got to keep good track of your heart
Write down your expenses
Remember where you put your wallet
Listen to what they say on the radio, try to make some wise investments

Try to keep good track of your heart
Or somebody’s going to steal it
Stay in the good neighborhoods
Don’t let the wrong people near it, don’t make a poor investment

There are good and bad neighborhoods
And saying that’s not hateful
You’re courting danger when you trust your neighbors
But you can always trust the faithful, you can only trust the faithful

Always keep good track of your heart

Down in the college ghettos, where the poets go to drink
They document their histories in deep red tattoo ink
You can cover it up with a turtleneck if the weather doesn’t get too warm
But if you wake up too close to a mirror, you’re still going to witness your true form

Hope it doesn’t get too warm

Hope you can keep good track of your heart
Spend it smart, don’t waste it
Check up on all you’ve been saving
And know the way your bank treats it, know exactly how your bank treats it

Always keep good track of your heart
Keep good track of your heart
Keep good track of all that heart of yours
Track Name: Worldwide Department Store
I can’t find what I’m looking for
In this world-sized department store
I’ve checked every aisle for miles and miles
And if they ever had what I needed, they must have run out

Because I checked in Boston
And I checked in Somerville
I checked in Jamaica Plain
I double-checked in the Pioneer Valley

And the prices are rising
And I’m running out of money
They must not carry what I’m looking for
In this worldwide department store

Because I checked in Portland, Maine
And I checked in Portland, Oregon
I checked in Philly
I even checked in New York City

I can’t find what I’m looking for
In this worldwide department store
I can’t find what I’m looking for
In this worldwide department store

The sign says that they’re hiring
But they’re no longer hiring
I need a job to afford my room and board
And all the stupid things I need in this maze of a world

Because the prices are rising
And I’m running out of money
And I forgot what I was looking for
But the whole world’s a department store
Track Name: Twenty-Four Hour Diner Song
A diner is a place where a diner can be
Whatever that particular diner happens to be
At any old time of the livelong night
And that’s a diner’s right

Truckers and junkies and EMT’s
And all the kids who’ve given up on going to sleep
Coffee and pie, omelets and fries
You can sit down forever for like $2.95

And when someone fills the jukebox with AC/DC
When you need to hear some Patsy Cline
Just wait in line
Just hang on the vine

Like stuffed grape leaves get shared and wasted
Some hours of a life are bound to pass untasted
But as the cake wheel turns and the coffee burns
You’d better get ready to fatten the worms

This is a fried food library with chrome siding
And half the staff will sleep in the daytime
They hang on the vine like future wine
A diner is a place that moves in real time

It’s a place to rest on the way to a second place
They serve breakfast all the livelong time
All through the Mobius night
Down and to the left of the highway light
A diner is a place the moves in real time
Track Name: Phantom Vibrations
You’re giving me phantom vibrations
All up my upper thigh
I think you’re calling my number
But my body’s just telling me a lie

You give me phantom vibrations
All down the side of my pants
I’m picking up phantom vibrations
Wish you’d call me up and give me a chance

And we could maybe drink some coffee, maybe sit on chairs
Maybe start the party if I shoot out my flares
You’ll maybe, maybe, maybe find me on the far side of the bar tomorrow night

I was working as a barback
At a place you like to eat
I saw you laughing
I don’t think you saw me

But soon enough, I gave you my number
Now I’m picking up phantom vibrations
Phantom vibrations
All up and down my leg

Phantom vibrations, phantom vibrations
Phantom vibrations kind of make me wish I was dead

But you’re the life of the wedding
The beginner of dances
You’re the beginner of dances
That mimic real life moves

From the supermarket
From the café line
From the dentist’s office—moves from real life

At some point, I gave you my number
Now I’m picking up phantom vibrations
Phantom vibrations, it’s the dance of a million sighs

Phantom vibrations all up and down my thigh
Phantom vibrations, is my body telling me a lie?

Or could we maybe drink some coffee, maybe walk a pet
Maybe take a rain check, maybe place a bet
You’ll maybe, maybe, maybe find me at the far side of the bar tomorrow night
Track Name: Motown Night At The Basement
One more night of buying drinks for a pretty stranger
One more round—what’s my money good for anyway?
Throw my last five down on the table
Just to wake up on one more loveseat

And I will forget how to love
I’ve already forgot

Just last month, I had a dream where you still knew me
But I’m taking your advice, I’ve been checking out just what’s available to me
Dress my sad ass to the nines one more time
For Motown Night at The Basement

And I will forget how to love
I’ve already forgot
How to love you
Track Name: Hey Mr. Trashman
Hey, Mr. Trash Man
Won’t you throw away a dream?
All I want to want tonight is a night full of sleep
And an apartment that’s clean

Please, Mr. Trash Man
Could you take my dreams far away?
Somebody dreamy is sleeping at the opposite end of the city
Leaving me here in posh decay

Hey, Mr. Trash Man
Could you take my dreams away?

Each day is garbage day
Track Name: Birds And Trees
Birds and trees, there need to be
Birds and trees, birds and trees
All the rest is just set dressing

And cats and lamps, you ought to have
Cats and lamps, and a pocket full of stamps
All the rest is just depressing

You can work hard, you can fall in love
If that’s your scene
Whatever keeps your heart pumping blood
When the hills turn green

So give me birds and trees
Only give me birds and trees
'Cause all the rest is just set dressing
Except for the birds and the trees

You can work hard, you can fall in love
If that’s your scene
Whatever keeps your heart pumping blood
When the hills turn green in Massachusetts

So give me birds and trees
Give me nothing but birds and trees
'Cause all the rest is just depressing
It’s nothing but set dressing
Except for the birds and the trees