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Gabriel Kahane - Empire Liquor Mart (9127 S. Figueroa St.) (Apartment Sessions)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gabriel Kahane
Gabriel Kahane
Vocals
Casey Foubert
Casey Foubert
Electric Guitar
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Violin
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Drums
Shara Worden
Shara Worden
Vocals
Jesse Mills
Jesse Mills
Violin
Colin Jacobsen
Colin Jacobsen
Violin
Anna Elashvili
Anna Elashvili
Violin
Caroline Shaw
Caroline Shaw
Violin
Nick Kendall
Nick Kendall
Violin
Ana Milosavljevic
Ana Milosavljevic
Violin
Jessica Troy
Jessica Troy
Viola
Christina Courtin
Christina Courtin
Viola
Gillian Gallagher
Gillian Gallagher
Viola
Jeremy Turner
Jeremy Turner
Cello
Clarice Jensen
Clarice Jensen
Cello
C.J. Camerieri
C.J. Camerieri
Trumpet
Gareth Flowers
Gareth Flowers
Trumpet
R.J. Kelley
R.J. Kelley
French Horn
Mike Boschen
Mike Boschen
Trombone
Marcus Rojas
Marcus Rojas
Tuba
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Kahane
Gabriel Kahane
Songwriter
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabriel Kahane
Gabriel Kahane
Producer
Casey Foubert
Casey Foubert
Mixing Engineer
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Producer
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Producer
Alex Venguer
Alex Venguer
Engineer
Henri Bardot
Henri Bardot
Assistant Engineer
Fred Sladkey
Fred Sladkey
Assistant Engineer
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

When the black and whites arrive I am lifeless on the floor Crumpled dollars in my hand In my hand, in my hand The lady in the fishing vest Has dropped the gun Who wears a fishing vest When they're working at a liquor store? I float up to the corner Just above the ice cream And the frozen food I perch beside the surveillance camera Only days after the trial You could feel the tension rise In the street and in the rhythm Of despair, of despair It was war after a while In each neighbor's tired eyes There was nothing to persuade them To stand down, to stand down I float higher and higher Friendly with the clouds That cover Southland I watch the tender skyline dancing Oh, the terror On the long night On the long fight Blood, glass, burnt hair These angry armies quick advancing In position On the rooftops, in the culverts Stores are sacked while no one's there Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures They fill the sky It was never so bright when I was young I was too young to die On TV sets, in houses effortlessly done In fancy colors All the righteous, all the newsmen Speak of end times Why should they give a fuck Some angry little black girl took a bullet? Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy On the ones who've done the crimes Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures They fill the sky It was never so bright when I was young I was too young to die If I float even higher Pattern and procession are uncovered Flood and fire, flood and earthquake Keep folks unmoored And the occasional celebrity car chase Woo, woo, woo, woo! Just to keep God, just to keep God From getting bored, from getting bored Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures They fill the sky It was never so bright when I was young I was too young to die When my Grandma was a young woman East St. Louis She thought the town was no good to us She took a Greyhound Just as far as it could take her Felt her maker in the waves You know, how God moves through us I was six years old when we followed My mother was twenty two The light was magic The light was true She thought we'd moved Beyond a sharecropper's debt But we were just a pawn In the accuser's bet Nobody reads from the Book of Job At the church where me and my grandma go Nobody sees the trouble, I know But I know that trouble's gonna find me Three years later on the Thanksgiving The light turned bitter My grandmother didn't know what hit her We got a chill from the cold white sun Momma found herself staring At the barrel of a gun That weren't enough, my uncle died too Shot through the chest back in East St. Louis So one fine day my grandma lost two Took me in her arms and said, it's just me and you Nobody reads from the Book of Job At the church where me and my grandma go Nobody sees the trouble, I know But I know that trouble's gonna find me Nobody reads from the Book of Job At the church where me and my grandma go Nobody sees the trouble, I know But I know that trouble's gonna find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me It will find me So when I say that my untimely death Was something certain What I mean is that these tragedies Are a kind of family tradition So when I walk into the liquor store that morning Bright and angry In a daydream of a boyfriend I was fifteen Pick up a bottle of orange juice And put it into my backpack Head toward the counter with dollar bills And she accuse me of stealing that She pull my sweater And so I hit her Put down the bottle Don't want no trouble Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures They fill the sky It was never so bright when I was young I was too young to die Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures They fill the sky It was never so bright when I was young I was too young to die I suppose it's no surprise To find myself about to die But how long that silver moment From the bullet to the floor That right there was a lifetime La da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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