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Limerence

by Paul Soupiset

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beneath the glance of heaven, before the closing bell, began the new repentance between the host and the hell between the host and the hell bespectacled the blind man; bestowed the gifts of bravery beside the river jordan, belayed the ropes of slavery belayed the ropes of slavery behind the scrim of nightfall, below the moon and the stars bereft of time and its measure
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Montgomery 04:30
Wake up there, Montgomery Wise. Grab your journal, say goodbyes. The state they told us you’re a free man now Sign these papers, keep the pen, it’s time to go back home again I do believe you made it, take a bow… The warden asked to wish you well He’s off today but I could tell He really cared, even recognized your name Now Nora packed a sandwich and A bag of chips, a soda can She’ll miss your commissary poker game Mind your manners, don’t be cruel Montgomery, don’t play the fool. You and I, we’ve memorized this tune Mind the law and the golden rule Montgomery, don’t play the fool. You and I we both know … we’ll see you soon. Here’s a $50 bill, keep it safe and use it well Things cost more back in our neighborhood A change of clothes, a burner phone to call your kin, nobody home, Well that’s ok the walk will do you good Past the bridge, you’ll see the bay… A footpath’s there, to walk away; It’ll lead you back to town The Dairy Queen: it never hires … It’s cotton fields or changing tires find a small motel and hunker down.
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i’m spinning plates on sticks, hardly looking back at all when i get to six the first one begins to fall i turn my back, i face the crowd, they draw their breath it makes them uncomfortable by the time i get to eight, have i spun the last plate? i go back to the one-two-three, keep my planet rotating happily i’m spinning plates on sticks, i know it is a minor role but hard work ain’t my bag of tricks, wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole i don’t look back as often as the crowd would like it makes them uncomfortable by the time i get to nine, i have just enough time i go back to the one-two-three keep my planet rotating happily
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Chicago 03:23
yesterday’s a canceled check a yellow faded paper sunset tomorrow’s just a promissory note to borrow from the promises spoken today’s a 20 pressed inside my palm to be spent and gone before too long walking in any other town no lakeshore drive, no eiderdown tell me: do you still love this place appreciating your chicago shotgun brownstone past the campus quad you lived alone and contemplated god insulated waiting for a proof never wishing to defend the truth your words and walls identical in style painted with that cheap sarcastic smile walking out with a a prayer for you please give me back your point of view tell me do you still love this place appreciating your chicago (for the love)
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belting out his borrowed song when all the other birds just’a come and gone son take a lesson from the mockingbird (you gotta) keep on singing if you wanna be heard don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up on yourself now lonesome is as lonesome does listen to the calling of the morning doves i feel em, i know em, i get their pain hands in my pockets walking in the rain don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up on yourself canary in a coal mine catching her breath crooked crow laughing at Death “Hold fast your dreams because if they die, life’s a broken-wing bird that cannot fly” [Langston Hughes] i’ve known darkness; i’ve had my fill a nightowl soaring past my window sill sparrow: she visits when i need her the most like a sacred apparition from a holy ghost belting out his evening song when all the other birds just’a come and gone daughters take a lesson from the mockingbird keep on singing if you wanna be heard don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up on yourself
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Bleeding Out 03:28
the kids walk the tracks near the Leadville rails under Encinal moon when the powerline fails the Red River curve at the Gainesville Pass near the barbed wire fence in the Indiangrass boys will be boys and the girls had ‘em running he never saw the fenceline, never saw it coming the scream of the child who ran into the barbs and the red from his neck as he ran on for yards Momma’s in the basement, can’t hear him cry Daddy’s with the bottle, just too drunk to drive it’s up to you, son, get him into town, keep the tourniquet tight and the gas pedal down it’s up to you, son, make it all right keep the gas pedal down and the tourniquet tight never tried to manage an automobile twelve years old, one hand on the wheel station wagon fired up, flew like a bird the needle hit ninety and the night sky blurred past the Red River bend, south of Wichita Lane, past the silvery dust near the Santa Fe train, the emergency room flickered neon blue just carried him in; nothing more you could do but return to the house and hope trouble would pass near the Potter’s Creek Road with the wire in the grass it was up to you, son; (you) got him into town, kept the tourniquet tight and the gas pedal down it was up to you; son, turn out the light kept the gas pedal down and the tourniquet tight
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it’s summertime, I’m walking blind, Am I more than your punchline? Back in town, I’m back in town, Broadsided and broken down How can you not remember The way we felt in September The world breathlessly waiting How can it all be fading Hand in hand we ran through the station Hearts beat til our destination Blurred night and lights in the taxi A quiet kiss in the back seat i followed you halfway around the world didn’t know i didn’t see all that was in front of me I did not know all your dreams I didn’t know what was blossoming but i followed you, i followed you halfway around the world (Remember me, Halfway around the world)
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A my father was a tailor, though he longed to be a sailor so he sewed me a captain’s coat he could not afford all my sibling’s clothes were duller but this shone with sacred color like the sleeves belonged on the long arm of the Lord the long arm of the Lord A abandoned by my brothers and mistreated by the others i was stripped and thrown to the bottom of a wishing well but a stronger force withdrew me from the hole in which they threw me was i lifted up by the long arm of the Lord the long arm of the Lord in the night i’ve often fretted about the ways i’m stubborn-headed, dreams of running away or the ghosts that i’m running toward but in the darkness she consoled me, in the morning light she told me i’d been wrestling the long arm of the Lord the long arm of the Lord not a phone booth for confession not a bed for my depression so i’ll ink it up and tie it with a seventh chord it’s not a headline for the pages not a story for the ages i’m just a small tattoo on the long arm of the Lord the long arm of the Lord

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released September 20, 2021

PRODUCED BY CHRIS TAYLOR

Engineered and Mixed By Chris Taylor and Paul Soupiset
Recorded at The Creative Space (San Antonio) and The Treehouse (San Antonio)
Mastered By Bruce Neher At Disc & Dat (Monument, Colorado)


Photography by Kayra Sercan Çanakçı (Istanbul)
Art Direction & Design By Paul Soupiset

Words & Music © Paul Soupiset,
except Down, Down, Down © Paul Soupiset, Joel Pinson, and Hope Del Carlo,
and Don’t Give Up © Paul Soupiset and Chris Taylor.

Thank you to everyone who crowdfunded Limerence.

A very special thank you to Chris Taylor.

Select remixes by Misty Jones / Wild Violator Republic (Nashville) available online.

Paul Soupiset: Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Vocals
Chris Taylor: Background Vocals, Guitar
Chris Dodds: Drums
Keyboard/Piano/Loops/Programming by Soupiset+Taylor.

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Justin Schneider: Bass
Hilary Commer: Vocals (10), Background Vocals
Emma Soupiset: Background Vocals
Cat Taylor: Background Vocals
Mitchell Connell: Additional Lead Guitar
Clete Ritta: Pedal Steel
Brandon Graves: Additional Drum Loops

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Paul Soupiset San Antonio, Texas

Paul Soupiset [SOUP • a • ZAY] is a graphic designer, illustrator, painter, poet, editor, typophile, songwriter, liturgist, and armchair theologian. Paul makes his home in San Antonio where he was born in 1969.

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