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Paradise EP

by Paul Bergmann

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1.
Busted out the city Out here where it's pretty Better skies Badder guys Rippin' on the weekend Slippin' into something Badder grooves Bigger moods High times in the desert, man Get 'em when you can Get 'em when you can High times in your life, man Get 'em when you can Get 'em when you can Siphon me a gallon It's gonna get me back home again You gotta smile When you got style We got the best riffs in town Gotta spread that shit around Make it ring That's we bring To these High times in the desert, man Get 'em when you can Get 'em when you can High times in your life, man Get 'em when you can Get 'em while you can High times in your life, man Get 'em when you can Get 'em while you can
2.
I moved to the desert Now I'm more enlightened Wake up every morning in Joshua Tree Make my cup Drink it up And hop in my Mercedes and cruise to town Pull up to the Palms Have a burger for pennies Just one cocktail and I'm headed on out to the city I'm a lover of the good times Hope I'll make it out alive I'm gonna lead an honest real good life in the country He's a lover of the good times Hope he'll make it out alive Here I am at some party Got my friends all around me As I'm knockin' 'em dead I'm knockin 'em back Long drive on a Sunday Gram Parsons singin' to me Green Green Grass of Home all the long way back Sunset in the desert Illuminatin' the red dirt I should be feelin' high right now Look at this lover of the good times I know he'll make it out alive He's gonna lead an honest real good life in the country I'm a lover of the good times I hope I'll make it out alive I'm gonna reel it in and settle down Yea, he'll settle down He's a lover of the good times I hope he'll make it out alive Oh, reel it in He's a lover of those good times Gonna lead an honest good life Oh, and settle down
3.
Thriving is dying anyway Ripping through life at what a pace Mourning these things that didn't play Out quite like you thought they would, you trace Ancient striations on the face Of long desert rocks, you're getting strange Light harmonies bouncing off your face The morning sun rocking through the trees Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Feeling the drones of these times [As they] wash o’er your body, dark and wise You wish you had held it in your eyes Let things lose their focus, melt in time Inside the blue club and on the street A hot desert smoke [I] long to keep It passes my lungs into the deep Far reaches of dying, living free Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain You could feed the disguise / Hold court with the guys But it’s only our eyes / You could make out this time [of night] In the red city lights / On this dark summer night We are closest to dying / We’re screaming, teeth shining To the people just rising / The laughter’s like crying Love is our pain Love is our pain Love is our pain Love is our pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain Love is my pain
4.
Paradise 04:34
You're spent on me I am too Think it's time to let go Let the good times go Float like a lime Some other little rhyme Sittin' on the ice Sippin' on the vice Margaritaville Gonna have my fill Gonna be a pill If I don't get my fill Holdin' on loose To some bad ideas But it sure was a gas At times in the past Paradise Paradise I'm tired of my dreams You must be too But this isn't exactly A new development Para-paradise Holdin' me too tight You're so close to me tonight How I adore you, paradise Lettin' off a big load Gonna fly into the doze Grand-off send-off flight Gonna scream into the night Across the great big sky Just some otherworldly guy All alone in this old sky No more thinkin' this up high Para-die Para-die Para-die Float like a lime Some other little rhyme Perched on the ice I'm parched I need my vice Margaritaville Gonna have my fill Gonna be a pill If I don't get my fill Gonna be a pill If I don't get my fill And I'm way up high In this big blue sky As I wave goodbye I look over and there you are Flyin' right next to me Aw, you look so good Hey, why don't you just stay here for a while And I'll be here when you wake tomorrow Maybe this is paradise
5.
Stars 04:53
Can I open up my heart See my ribcage split apart Would it look different than yours Would my lungs fill just like yours I'd like to peel back the world And see what's behind Stars in your eyes Stars in your eyes Have you been down there at winter In the frosty glowing mist Did you wish to be an otter So that you could swim in this And if you could swim in this Wear these waters, take a sip Gaze up at the snowy cliffs Yea, that mist could be your kiss Lookin' up from that abyss Yea that mist Could be your kiss Stars in your eyes Stars in your eyes I don't care how it feels for you / The world is cruel Because I am the one who's blue / But so am I I don't know how it feels / It's easy 'cause I am the one / To miss the boat Stars Stars It was quiet and warm On the little town beach And the people were older All the kids were asleep You're all so full of shit I could really just cry But I don't want your life And I don't wanna die I am not your jester Though I know I make you laugh It's so easy somehow It's so tragic somehow I thought I got rid of that clown I thought I got rid of you I thought I saw Stars Stars Stars in your eyes I saw stars in your eyes I saw stars Yea, I saw stars
6.
was a foggy weird day here in leeds i slept for a good amount and sat there in the living room drinkin’ coffee in the dim morning feelin’ it all buzzin’ through me it was humid but it was cool and i was alone and for a second there there was no sound but the birds i could hear the river faintly far away down the road, across the street, past the other houses then the neighbor opened up the window right next to my head a noisy truck pulled up on the street, pulled up the engine ran for a minute i began to let these interruptions settle and tried again to access my sacred morning thought i, my sacred morning thoughts…when i heard a yell and a tire screech "you're right next to a no parking sign you idiot!" a truck had swerved around the idling truck i’d forgot about a truck had swerved around the idling truck i’d forgot about so mad and human the truck wasn’t idling anymore must’ve been somewhere in the roods i don't think he wanted a confrontation i didn't catch a glimpse of either of em and so things slowed down and i wandered a bit in my head thought about goin’ to Texas to make a country album with my friends it seemed like a real good idea like it was a thing that i could do a thing that would lift me out of this something real and truthful in that particular way but sometimes it feels like a young person's game and i been feelin’ so old but then again, i always have, mmm i think about all this rain in the river if it's bad to swim in it in l.a. you couldn't go in the ocean for a few days acid rain, maybe up in Malibu that place saved me from drowning in all that i was doin’ i only liked to go if i woke up sober the drive was spiritual for me i spent those feelings quick but it was worth every penny of gas i could die in those hills out on kanan rd and here i am, lookin’ at that square of trees in the window all fucked up on coffee but everything’s so beautiful and still i think of Valentina sleepin’ in the bed her little feet stickin’ out of that mountain of blankets at 11:00 i'll go upstairs curl up beside her say "baby" she might say "mmmm" or “i’m still sleeping" or "what time is it" all of those are fair game maybe nothing at all can't see nothin' but her mouth and nose and her wigglin’ toes *scats* the bi-bi-bike riders have this way of talkin' about their private things like they're in the car with the windows up as they ride past the house i can hear them clear as day i wonder if they realize that i hear more voices now this time further down the road it’s a little later as I write this not sure which where it’s comin’ from but I don't feel like lookin’ they’re bouncin’ back and forth across the road "helloooo" "helllloooo" "whaaat" "hello" "i'll be right down!" "heeelllooooooo" ooooooo it was a foggy weird day here in leeds

about

This EP was recorded in a number of locations, including: John's attic in Northampton MA, my apartment in Leeds MA, my attic in Kingston NY, and the Ohm Rehearsal space in Easthampton MA.

Most of it was recorded on a TEAC A-2340SX reel to reel tape recorder. The rest went directly into Pro Tools. Everything was eventually mixed in Pro Tools.

credits

released January 3, 2020

All lyrics written by Paul Bergmann. All vocals and guitars by Paul Bergmann. Mixed and produced by Paul Bergmann.

Mastered by Mark Fuller.

John Sheldon played drums and Mike Clauss played bass on "Lover of the Good Times" and "Paradise".

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Paul Bergmann New Haven, Connecticut

In his relentless oeuvre-building, Paul has amassed an especially articulate kind of existentialism: what it means to persist, and to create, in a world which dies in the near distance. In No Masters in Paradise, the form of the songwriter’s ballad, in the hands of an expert, is turned inward for comfort, resisting the base lure of worldly approval. ... more

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