Moon In Grenadine

by Emily Bezar

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1.
40 Mansions 05:12
40 mansions, up in flames we’re all here waiting for someone to beat off the blame 40 stables, wood and steel but where are all the horses? well, I freed them I know how they feel I stole the wand from your golden baby hands I stole the wand for it looked like a battlefield to me 40 lovers had she in a year how could we do that too in the middle of a crime zone like this? daughter of a Medici couldn’t keep them all near I made a bomb from your golden contraband I made a bomb, for it looked like a battlefield to me but I will stay if they say go I stay with things I know I’ll follow the summertime in my ear and I’ll hide my bone and jade they do not burn, they don’t decay I’ll fan these flames away, these flames away you can have your you can have your you can have your rainy day…
2.
In this blade of starlight In this maze of the night As they roll on by, not a thing in the world you can do You belonged here once Made a fortune and drank ‘til the lady showed her spades – Mosquito in the shade In this teal-crazy room By this rude and obscure foreign moon Maybe true was false Maybe I was the only thing left to do Make a monster of me… I will roll my hand in it, take what the Gods say I’m due Mosquitoes drink it blue Maybe all those shapes will reappear as they fade to grey But I assure you, in the darkness, dear I smell you far, far away
3.
White Cedar 05:25
The maid of honor took my flowers away as the stately processional of brass was almost done the wide white billow of my lady’s goods behind me – my parachute, your starter gun… They cabled all the elders, saying “bring your genealogy” we’ll cleave them all together, ‘fore the seventh blessing’s sung Set a canopy to Eden, a bag of grain to ground us some leverage for the rising sun Oh Father, the neighborhood said the labors would be easy and the cradles would be grand I’ll grow him the finest wood if they’ll nail us in white cedar when they lay us in the sand Back in Cavalry Falls, I laid ‘em good, split them all like peas I was sweeter than Madeleine and I’d chart the sky through Gaudi’s mezzanines But of them all, the star I chose to guide me led him here, just in time, that year Oh and the seasons go… Oh and the seasons go… Oh Father, the neighborhood said the labors would be easy and the cradles would be grand I’ll grow him the finest wood if they’ll nail us in white cedar when they lay us in the sand
4.
Jessica knows her Maybelline blues from her red toes She knows to hide from the violet haze when the tank blows Oh I can be reasonable I can be mean sometimes I tell her the things that I’ve seen but lately her windows weren’t looking too clean and I froze A man from Fruili’s been coming to tend her tomatoes As high summer wobbles, I watch as they unroll the green hose Oh I could nosy, I could come clean but I can be so many things that I’ve seen… get me a camera, please I want to study that pose Shame into sadness goes bland into madness shock-wave of a seven-fold scream: dream gasoline A tavern in England, a beach in Antibes and the royal robes A queen down the Nile with her Cairo of thieves on a sun-dialed probe Sometimes she mistakes these things for her home but mostly, the memory is all that you own I’d like to offer her up my old throne and I’ve tried… she just cried Shame into sadness goes bland into madness shock-wave of a seven-fold scream: dream gasoline
5.
Opiate Cheer 02:53
In the deep footprint of the lovers’ chair in a back room bar In the sweep of the fashion hair on a golden movie star In the grain of mahogany and her wax veneer In the web of the long grey hair on a drunkard’s ear I could never see anything else I could never see anything else but you and me In the shape of the paddle-boat wake on the Green Street pond In the drip of coconut milk on a brown palm frond In the sound when a stadium roars with the opiate cheer In the fist of a winning hand when the ball rolls clear I could never see anything else I could never see anything else but you and me
6.
You’re holding up the Rhine You're holding up the Rhine again but you smell like the rain in Calgary In the bed of Aaron lies trace of a perfect thigh one tear from the steel grey eye of a Slavic soul What was her chair in Aaron’s tomb now guards a bright alabaster room a shady Brigadoon for Bluebeard’s brides… Some choose erosion as the beast to eat their heart away I’d take implosion over dissolution any day but I’d change my mind for one who’d lock me in that way hey hey hey You’re holding up the Rhine… All the lines I see from here, they curve and they disappear like Julia, in her last disguise as a Russian tease Everything he says sounds clear, but oh, it’s his grace they fear I would recommend she run from here if he moves his eyes Some take the ocean for its windy, leeward Adelaides Some hold the landing as they pray for a tide that comes and stays All my life I’ve wanted earth and sea both ways hey hey hey oh Calgary man save the best years of your life this way oh Calgary man say you’ll meet again some day Into her arms, the battle of the confidences rages – out of the hole in your heart You’re holding up the Rhine…
7.
Gingerbread 07:18
Well I would take the bane of logic for my few imperfect fears I would trade the broad blue ocean for seven four-square years In the chaos high above me is a squirming dragonfly Would someone please release her from the never-ending sky? Oh could you give three reasons why a man should leave his wife for a pocketful of treason on a beautiful warm night? Did she say “I love you?” Were her eyes all wild and clear? Was she thinking of you when my body disappeared? Oh baby oh baby if it hurts so – look away Oh baby oh baby if it hurts so – look away (go stand in line, it’s easy to look away…) Last radiator season in that wicked time of year A cavalry of mannequins was standing ear to ear Right outside our window, as the sun began to rise I swear I saw the chainsaw come and roll them to the skies… But all the laser in the world won’t burn the lace from the girl and her bedbound fame The cataclysm whirls, one more matriarch in pearl trades her holy name oh lead me on, this god is strong – I hear they bathe you and scrape you they bathe you and scrape you ‘til the world is gone… In the cupboard of our kitchen hangs an ordinary knife but it’s Gueneviere’s good silver if you twist it to the right (slow turning, slowly burning) So I leave you all the candy on those ladies’ magazines (yeah, I make good cake, pie, cup o’ tea, but it’s not what I had in mind originally) you can take the gingerbread house leave me all the pinks and greens Oh baby oh baby if it hurts so – look away oh baby oh baby if it hurts so – look away (go stand in line, it’s easy to look away…)
8.
Somewhere on the eastern curve of your ball I’m told there’s a casino at sea where numbers are dealt in the tidal roulette by a host from a far galaxy oh Moon, Chevalier Lune, expatriate grey in the sky… oh Moon, seduced and perfumed, have you campsites for Junegirls, for Junegirls in flight? Oh mocker of maidens, you steely-eyed squire when you tire of your orbital view I will throw you the shadow of a love-sick tycoon who taught me not to gamble on you He promised me either a cosmic bouquet or some Andalusian range I wanted only to peel your circumference but the blade that I saved is sharper today oh Moon, Chevalier Lune oh Moon, Chevalier Lune you were nothing to me but a white hemisphere I offered you only my breath in your ear you were nothing to me but a white hemisphere in the night
9.
All my guardian evils stayed away, the white town steeple rang the day in – stable agents for this love of mine And the gate far beyond the farm, the tall scarecrow’s long straight arms – cantilevers for this love of mine But in the garden Eden changes, she realigns and rearranges all the poisons in the trees and the apple that she leaves for me is bitten by some blinded weevil – all the things I thought were evil fall down around me now, they cage this sacred vow In this house, I promised I would give you 50 years In this house, I go from embers to tears, In this house, oh say you love me Marry me here, marry me here Here, in the castle walls, though standing armor clash and fall, I shield you from my maverick eyes Oh I always knew, maybe find a less strange bird than you, but I could not hold him to this curving vine And it would take all my wages to buy up all the world’s black pages that tell me you should leave me now, residue of wisdom on your brow But if it takes this to remind us better take love where it finds us… Faith and reason lied, will mercy mercy mercy be denied? In this house, I promised I would give you 50 years In this house, I’ve gone from embers to tears In this house, oh say you love me Marry me here, marry me here
10.
when the only eye you have is blind and the only thing left in your mind is the fantasy you can’t forgive and the love she left you with… and her ballroom dress still spinning ‘round and your tongue in pieces on the ground and you can’t anticipate the sound of the love she left you with… you start to find things where they weren’t before souvenirs of bodies you adored and they follow you through open doors to the cold – I wish you would oh my darling, what I’d like to do is to take a little piece of you do you think that you could lend me two? for a day? I wish you would with any luck we’ll roll past Elysium colonize some dirty town with any luck we’ll roll together the long way down oh, by morning in the middle of Hell, the lakes will look like swimming holes and the farther we get from the border of Heaven those gates’ll look like bunions on our souls with any luck we’ll roll past Elysium, colonize some dirty town, with any luck we’ll roll together, the long way down I begged your hands to gore me but I didn’t know you’d let me wait so long we were a bore but the Styx it roared like the Rio Rio Rio Grande oh in the matter of time it takes to be losing her I will sing an ode to Figaro oh in the matter of time it takes to be losing her I’ll dance Juliet and Romeo
11.
Ever Mine 07:34
They came and they laid a gold train around me And I stayed like iron scrap down by the foundry Later that season they redrew the boundary Were they ever mine? Were they ever mine? East end, a playground, a bleak winter afternoon He said I speed like a greyhound, chasing my red balloon Evening…the fog came, maybe I gave up much too soon But was it ever mine? Was it ever mine? Some say the oldest passion play is written from the end Every first greeting is “goodbye, again” And in the garden scene off-stage, they meet as two old friends, slowly diluting in the frozen rain: “Oleander and Absinthe in Spain” So he keeps his temper and I keep my body clean He reads Ezekiel while I paint in grenadine Though some things may never be anything they ever seem This is ever mine This is ever mine

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Moon in Grenadine, Emily Bezar's second independently released recording, is a song cycle about love, marriage and permanence, portraying couples in various stages of matrimony. These are songs for lovers who have seen their moon inflamed... Bezar careens from rock arias of operatic intensity to intimate piano/voice episodes to sophisticated, horn-infused chamber jazz.

Her vocal style hovers around the intersection of pop, jazz and classical, often shifting mid-phrase to an unexpected inflection. Mostly acoustic in flavor, this album hints at the lush electronic sound Bezar explored in her 1993 debut album Grandmother's Tea Leaves, but gains a new dynamism and immediacy with the addition of a blazing rhythm section.

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released October 1, 1996

Written, Arranged and Produced by Emily Bezar
all music and lyrics ©1996, Blue Countess Music, BMI

Emily Bezar: vocals, piano, electronic keyboards
Morris Acevedo: guitar
Andrew Higgins: bass
Steve Rossi: drums
Chris Grady: trumpet
Dave Barrett: tenor saxophone

Recorded and mixed by Bob Hodas at Studio D, Sausalito,
assisted by Mike Cresswell
Additional recording at Bay Records, Oakland,
assisted by Paul Cogan and also at Emily's house and Bob's house

Mastered by Paul Stubblebine at the Rocket Lab, San Francisco

Photography: John DiLaura
Art Design: Emily Bezar

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Emily Bezar Roanoke, Virginia

Singer, composer and keyboardist
Emily Bezar creates intricate, uncategorizable music, drawing freely from classical, jazz, rock, pop and electronic genres to create an enchanting, dynamic sound world.

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