AKA Annie

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‘AKA Annie’ was inspired by a New York Times article about Gloria Wasserman’s storied life dated Oct. 10, 2010.

lyrics

So now
I take the car service way out there for what?
To THE Bronx? What is that anyway?
Some wrong turn a Dutchman took?
It’s all gone. None of it is
here: Fulton cobbles dipped in pewter, the shitting,
shrieking gulls
wearing their necklaces of fish guts and dawn-tinted tiaras.
This new joint looks like an airport.
The sweet sweet reek and bladderwrack all gone. All gone.
Some of those weisenheimers always called out ‘Nice rack, Annie’
my buoyant my
bouncing clouds of joy Oh!
how the boys enjoyed the chest that some god somewhere
gave me to share
joyfully with all the world. All gone.
A bit of luck for the really young ones now.
A floppy bit of rest for me old market boyos.
Game over.
Nothing left to sell.
Better to bundle these riddled bones and storied skin
mottled blue and tallow yellow, red bursts and pin dots. What the hell happened to the queenly scroll of vellum that men pored over, studied and adored?

so I just watch wonder
and wait now for warmth to find me again.
Tucked up in a tidy corner with some busted flat, waxed boxes underfoot
and a tower of clean crates at my back.
Dozing. Nothing left to sell.
I’m happy to sleep. When I sleep I can fly. Not so dramatic that
just me running hard
running full-out down a lake road sun-blistered and so
much hair where is that hair now?
The way it wagged like a tail like a curtain like water tumbling over rocks
my mouth laughing the panting he is chasing my fine frame wanting me again wanting to worship at my freckled altar
but I’m always running hard and then
and then I’m lifting off tanned legs bicycling over spruce tops far
far beneath the skittish clouds and I can read all the
alphabets of pine pitch birds bottle green and blue sky symbols.
Flying high where it’s clear and it’s cold as pack ice.
Where it’s polar. Where it’s quiet. It’s so quiet.

Maybe I’m a satellite.

credits

from Witch Tree Road, released October 1, 2012
Produced by: Igor Cubrilovic
Recorded by Peg Simone
All music and instrumentation written and performed by: Peg Simone
Vocals by: Peg Simone
Story by: Holly Anderson

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Peg Simone New York, New York

Peg Simone’s songs have the ability to lead your consciousness out of reality and into a world of memory and nostalgia.

Coming off her release "Secrets From the Storm" (Radium/Table of Elements), Peg Simone's album "Witch Tree Road" is available digitally. In addition to her solo work, she also has a full band and plays guitar in Jonathan Kane’s February. See the Vimeo site for her videos.
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