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'Flicted

by Bruce Hornsby

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1.
(Blake Matthew Simon Mills- B.R. Hornsby) Break Mirrors Publishing, Administered by Hipgnosis Songs Group (BMI) - Zappo Music (ASCAP) I’m traveling now to Salem I’m a judge in a jury trial Got to get there by morning sunrise Got to save someone’s innocent life Open up, open up hysteria Fear at a, at a fever pitch Fever streets walk don’t walk Crowded sky of ventilators Antennas out, under the Moving sky moving sky Moving road, billboards flying by Rental cars, tubes and tires and chains Then everything around me silently linked Signs generating reality Chorus Now every surface lethal Wipe it down and change your mood A shapeless, creeping, growing thing A Salem barrister’s Waterloo Open up, open up hysteria Fear at a, at a fever pitch Fever streets walk don’t walk Crowded sky of ventilators, antennas out Under the moving sky moving sky Chorus As we sit on the sidelines
2.
Tag 04:32
(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP) I stepped on a crack and tilted the world I swept in and left them aswirl If all you wanted was a thrill Just leave your keys on the sill Just received late word Pestilence takes its turn Rollin’ in deep Tapping fingers you said to me Triflin’ ‘flicted mess Creating animosity Playing tag and now you’re it Kick the can and dodge the mitt Fun and games in pestilence We could use, use some kindly kindliness Still shake your fist A kind of gritted bliss There will, there will, there’ll be Be a time for this I stepped on a track and shifted to blur I was It, with a demon purr You were drawn to my chase and touch A spectral power in my bone-hand crush Then everything goes south Solipsistic reverie over and out A humble brag is never that Final times, we’ll have our eschatological raps Playing tag and now you’re it Kick the can and dodge the mitt Better times please come quick We could use, use some kindly kindliness Still shake your fist A kind of gritted bliss There will, there will, there’ll be Be a time for this
3.
The Hound 03:31
(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP) Cruelty shifts and swirls around At any time you could be the hound Or the hounded target, in a flash Positions change and now you’re catching the gas Getting the lash Getting trashed You could be forever known As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone Or the guy in math who split his pants Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance Thick skin (Oh dot dot dot dot, dotadot- like in poetry) Fear spreads like blood in a pool Until it covers all the space in the room Like an endless funhouse hall of mirrors and fears Never-ending, all-consuming And it’s right here You could be forever known As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone Or the guy in math who shit his pants Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance Somebody’s blasting away It’s the big pile-on Sensing weakness, it’s been there all along Find a tender spot and poke it Schadenfreude rules So sorry, I’ve been that guy I’ve been that fool 2nd Chorus This is the age of thick skin It’s all in fun, don’t be sensitive Let it go, have a ball This is the age of thick, thick skin
4.
(Chuck Berry) Isalee Music Publishing Company (BMI) Well I’ve been runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek You can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week, ho Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Blonde haired good looks, tryin' to get me hooked Want me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Well it’s same thing every day, gettin' up, goin' to school No need for me to complain, my objection's overruled, ho Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Pay phone, something wrong, dime gone, will hold Ought to sue the operator for telling me a tale, ho Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Well I’ve been to Yokohama, been fightin' in the war Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car, ho Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Well I’m workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas, ho Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Don't want your botheration, get away and leave me be
5.
Maybe Now 02:48
(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP) Tonight’s forecast called for possible storms Weather report, winds-aloft unstable Counting on binging on a smorgasbord of cable Smorgasbord of cable Clicking through the channels as the whirling furnace warms Warming up just as much as it is able. Click, already seen it Click, way too loud Click, Click, Click, Click Then, from somewhere, we heard another sound I imagined it was the roar of a train No trains nearby, so she assumed it was a plane Probably a plane Clicking through the cable, the noise swirls all around The wind hit first, then the rain Click, check the weather Click, check the lights Click, Click, Bang Maybe now, I’ll get religion Maybe now, I’ll learn to wait Maybe now, I’ll have some vision But for now, I’ll accept my fate Persistent roaring, horizontal rain outside Inside, it’s dark and still, the cable’s dead And we can’t tell, but it might be widespread It must be widespread Click the remote, flick the lights, I’ve tried and tried We’re so cut off when things go dead Click, check the weather Click check the lights Click, Click, Bang, Bang, Click Maybe now, I’ll get religion Maybe now, I’ll learn to wait Maybe now, I’ll have something But for now, I’ll accept my fate Maybe now, we’ll all get real Maybe now, as things get strange Maybe now, we’ll finally feel And from now, things will change
6.
Bucket List 03:35
(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP) They say it takes work to keep a love strong But my love and I are listless and weary We’re laid-back and languid, it’s gone on so long That our languor of love’s just a limitless theory “The cost of a passion is a passionate price” Some well-paid words from the therapist She didn’t know when she gave her advice The size of the hole in my bucket-list What can I say when I can’t find the words What should I do when I don’t have the strength I know I should know all the things I should learn But time is too short to go to great lengths Do I have what it takes to fly out of the fog? And find a good reason to get my heart pounding Get a new hobby, job, a mistress, a dog Or keep eating and drinking and binging and lounging “The cost of a passion is a passionate price” Some well-paid words from the therapist She didn’t know when she gave her advice The size of the hole in my bucket-list What can I say when I can’t find the words What should I do when I don’t have the strength I know I should know all things I should learn But time is too short to go to great lengths Time was slow The future long When we were young We didn’t know Most of our song Would not get sung
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(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP) I’m caught here in my small square You love me but we need some air We’ll be ok, of that I’m pretty certain If I stretch my arms we almost touch I’ve never felt alone so much Would you agree to pulling back the curtain There will be days ahead I’m pretty sure Brightening lighter rays In this world Remember how we used to be Connections that our friends could see Remember when we tried to learn German I told you what I learned today That this all too shall pass away It sounded like a stale, stale sermon Chorus Really kinda sure Wait and wait, when this is done Days to come, anticipating days ahead As time goes on I’ve come to see How much these days have meant to me I know my feelings aren’t always vocal As we emerge unconfined I’m pretty sure that you will find My love for you is total Chorus (2x) I’m pretty sure There’ll be a day When this is done Oh, I’m really kinda sure I’m pretty sure For those who wait That good things come Oh, I’m really kinda, kinda pretty sure There’ll be a day Times await, times await Good times await Anticipating Days ahead
8.
Lidar 04:19
(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP) Sorting through evidence, maps seen from the sky Impossible to be seen, seen by the naked eye Now’s the best time to be sort of healthy and alive Now I can find the relics of times so fine I will peer down down, down down through the ground Scanning forest canopies, evidence to be found Light detection illuminates, illuminates through the brush Finding ancient ruins, the relics of us Lock in the LIDAR scanning in 3D Study the radar Uncovering clues so strong to show us how we did it wrong Look at the Lidar Scanning in 3D Study the radar Uncovering hidden clues to show us what we didn’t do right Looking, looking down to where we traveled on the tram Headlights, grime, axes, boots, picks in hand Now I can find evidence of our old mine If I can find a clear data set, I’ll know what to do next time I will peer down down down down through the ground Scanning forest canopies, evidence to be found They’re free online in the public domain Mapping, truth, learning, skills, through the laze Lock in the Lidar Scanning in 3D Study the radar Uncovering clues so strong to show us how we did it wrong Look at the Lidar Scanning in 3D Study the radar Uncovering hidden clues to show us what we didn’t do right Loads of light pulse flying to the ground Too thick to see Now we can laze through the density
9.
(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP) Walk outside your house you could be a sitting duck Man serves you with papers and says real nice “good luck” In your car and here comes a deer flyin’ ‘cross the road Or a man pulls up beside you and does what he’s been told Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, is this the end of the line Is this it, I think I’m through The joke’s on me no more existential ennui Walking in a field something falls from the sky Walking up a hill you slip on a rock and slide Then again it could be you going far today Somebody had special plans and you were in the way Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, is this the end of the line Is this it, I think I’m through The joke’s on me no more existential ennui This fragile edifice you’ve built just came crashing down What seemed indestructible was razed without a sound You think “how blind was I?” you thought you could control it all Then the ‘cane came, the waters rose up over the flood wall Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, is this the end of the line Is this it, is that all there is Is this my demise, part of some grand design Puttin on my tux to dine with my wife and our friend Phil We’re feeling so smug and blessed in our mansion on the hill Afterwards I look down, I see my arms are turning green The TV is telling me there’s been a large chemical spill Is this it, is this the end Is this my time, all part of some grand design Is this it, well I think I’m through The joke’s on me, no more existential ennui It’s a cosmic joke - and the joke’s on me No existential ennui
10.
(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP) Orange lady spews her venom Says deny and we just let ‘em Tells her big friends let’s go get ‘em While the air is hotter and wetter (And we all roll merrily, merri-merrily along along) Baby Quinn lights a candle Says a prayer for all the vandals Behind the mask they drill and drill He’s got legions big as dollar bills (Complacency, they count on it, say you don’t have time) Have you had enough Are you finally pissed off It’s all pretty rough, And is it finally too much Are you sick and tired, sick and tired, seeing red Shouldn’t have believed what they said Marty got ‘em hooked for cheap Then jacked the price for the clean sweep Said now’s the time to do the fleece And do it for all to see (And we all roll merrily, merri-merrily along along) Army man leaching foam Into the water never told a soul Preaching do the right thing, that’s our way But it’ll never never fade away (Why is your friend sick, such a mystery, and it just won’t stop, the new clandestine ops) (And we roll merrily along) Have you had enough Are you finally pissed off Finally sick and tired Is it finally too much Are you sick and tired, sick and tired, maybe not Reminds me of me, a lot
11.
(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP) Dad used to have Mom’s picture An angel from a scripture Snapped right before God picked her And floating without care Her eyes still drive me crazy And I see them in our baby Maybe smiling eyes will save me That’s my simple prayer Before Daddy left us A vow to not forget us Mom just made me breakfast Never mentioned it, I swear A single mom’s solution Through guilt our love is proven He’ll eat up absolution That’s my simple prayer A modern working mother I thought I would discover How best not to hover And give my family air But chicks need Momma’s breast Until they pass a life test Please don’t fall from my nest That’s my simple prayer Back when I had someone But life has pulled a fast one This might cost me our son It’s a nightmare I’m afraid she will blame me If he’s not back home safely Please, nothing more to shame me That’s my simple prayer
12.
Point Omega 03:01
(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP) Neutrinos go through the earth How do we know? We just know- studies show Hummingbirds fly side to side Backwards, forwards, upside down How do we know? We just know Master rose up in three days How do we know? Oh, we don’t Some just trust, some have faith Point Omega, here we are What rules our lives we cannot see or feel Point Omega, distant star Gravity and magnetic fields String theory branes are real Is it true? Not sure (oh no sir) Sparrows fly three thousand miles Back to the same spot in a while How do they know? Think we know And there went Paul on the Damascus road How do we know? Oh not sure Chorus

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released May 27, 2022

Produced by Tony Berg and Bruce Hornsby, except where otherwise noted
Engineered by Wayne Pooley, Will McLellan and Ariel Rechtshaid
Recorded at The Large Cloth-Eared Collider (Williamsburg, VA) and Sound City (Van Nuys, CA)
Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering, Portland, Maine
Piano Technician: Terry Greene

Cover Photograph- Kathy Hornsby
Cover Design & Art Direction- Chip deMatteo
Layout by Ryan Corey
Management- Marc Allan and Kevin Monty at Red Light Management

yMusic is Rob Moose (violin), Nadia Sirota (viola), Gabriel Cabezas (cello),
Hideaki Aomori (clarinets), Alex Sopp (flutes), and CJ Camerieri (trumpet)

Thanks to Don Delillo for inspiration on “Sidelines” and “Tag”
Thanks to David Foster Wallace for inspiration on “The Hound”

Ezra Koenig appears courtesy Spring Snow / Columbia Records
Danielle Haim appears courtesy of HAIM Productions Inc., under exclusive license to Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment for North America and Polydor Records, a division of Universal Music Operations Limited, for World ex. North America
Blake Mills appears courtesy of New Deal/Verve Records
Jack DeJohnette appears courtesy of Montuno Productions America.
Jack DeJohnette performs on Sonor Drums and uses Sabian Cymbals and Vic Firth drum sticks exclusively.
Bruce Hornsby plays Steinway Pianos

Zappo Music and Hand & Hammerstein Music are administered by Sony Music Publishing

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Bruce Hornsby Williamsburg, Virginia

Despite his early mainstream successes, Hornsby has pursued a more personal, idiosyncratic musical path, focusing on projects that sparked his creative interest, , including collaborations with the Grateful Dead, Spike Lee, Ricky Skaggs, Don Henley, Ornette Coleman, Bob Dylan, Bela Fleck, Justin Vernon, Bonnie Raitt, Pat Metheny, and Robbie Robertson. ... more

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