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Impression of a Live Album

by Christopher Burke Le Compte

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Impression of a Live Album 27:59
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For You (I Will Make an Exception) 05:06
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FOR YOU (I WILL MAKE AN EXCEPTION) I don’t like talking on my cell phone For you I will make an exception I don’t like to be too deeply well known For you I will make an exception I spent a hundred years, wandering in a dead zone Searching for reception in the desert heat I spent a hundred years, turning off my cell phone Mouthing my sincere apologies And I know I have always groaned and Sighed too proud to just say please But I appreciate this taste of redemption For you I will make an exception I don’t like sending out my letters For you I will make an exception Even though I so do now know better For you I will make an exception I spent a thousand years swearing that I’d never Never try for heaven now I’m safe on Earth I spent a thousand years tearing up my letters Knowing how little they’re worth And I know I do not deserve this Chance to finally learn But I appreciate this hope for progression So for you I will make an exception I don’t like tuning up those few strings For you I will make an exception I don’t like burning out these new wings For you I will make an exception I spent a million years battered by the tail winds Staring at the sun as I was melted down I spent a million years ripping at my few strings Cursing their pitiful sound And I know I will more than likely Burn into the ground But I appreciate this taste of a heaven So for you I will make an exception
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Bellingham 04:03
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BELLINGHAM I’ve sat upon the branches with my Ankles in the bay I’ve stood upon the mountain on an Almost perfect day I’ve stood up and I’ve whistled with the Men upon the train Oh god I’ve stood up and I’ve swallowed all your Pinches and your pain I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more I’ve been to every place that you have Painted on the wall I’ve tasted every doormat that you Lay down every hall I’ve tasted all the finest of your Very sour wines Oh god I’ve tasted sour mixtures of my Blood within your brine I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more I groaned and tried to protest when you Threw away your heart I prayed with all my muster when you Tore the brick apart I prayed and then I whispered when your Violence began Oh god I prayed into the violence of that Thin and sickly man I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more I aint going home I aint going home I aint going home no more
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Kinda Lonely (I Want a Beer) 03:11
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KINDA LONELY (I WANT A BEER) It’s getting kinda lon-ely Well that’s an understatement I’ve been Talking to the shadow on my chair I really want a beer I know I really shouldn’t but its Getting really hard to care Just a bottle just a can and just an evening Better than This feeling of being so alone I wonder if I’m really here I wonder if I fell off would the Wagon just keep carryin’ on This rain is going to kill me The cliff is getting slippery and what Ever kept me hanging is gone Just a bottle just a can and just an evening Better than This feeling of being so alone I can't just keep going on I just can't keep going on I can't keep going on I really want a beer
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Get Over It 05:01
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GET OVER IT Don’t you tell me to get over it There ain’t no rope long enough to climb out of those eyes Don’t you tell me to not let it lower me I been low long enough to know you gotta Grab what little rope and hold on for dear life And I let go God damn it I let her go And now I ain’t got nothing to hold on for It was hard enough to get it over with Don’t you dare tell me to get over it I don’t know what she saw in me anyhow She was bright like the moon between the stars I can’t stand that we ain’t together now I just walk these lonely blocks and try to Find a little hope and hold on to my heart And I go on Goddamn it I go on And now I ain’t got no one to want or want me I don’t know how the hell I got it over with I don’t know how the hell to get over it And I know I still miss her I suspect I always will And I suspect that I still love her Hell I know I always will I cant go back no more no more no more I will drown in the water under that bridge And I hope she’s happy, and healthy, and safe and successful And I hope that she don’t miss me, not like this Don’t you tell me to get over it There ain’t no rope long enough to climb out of those eyes Don’t you tell me to not let it lower me I been low long enough to know you gotta Grab what little rope and hold on for dear life And I let go God damn it I let her go And now I ain’t got nothing to hold on for It was hard enough to get it over with Don’t you dare tell me to get over it

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READ THIS FIRST (OR DON'T I AM NOT A DOCTOR)

This album was inspired by a few things: the terrible double-loneliness of quarantine and sobriety, the deep void in my life where playing music for people once laid, the failure of the best relationship of my life (at least I wasn't a complete shit this time!) and the painful process of attempting to become a less bad person in a time ill-suited to self-improvement.

The titular track "Impression of a Live Album" is the whole shebang, with all the contrived emotional vulnerability, low-concept meta-commentary, and boo-hooiness that you cold possibly stomach. I encourage you to listen to the whole thing in one sitting, but if you're some kind of CHUMP with BETTER SHIT TO DO than help me work through some stuff, then I have also included the rest of the songs as just, you know, songs. Like musicians make. You know the kind.

The last little bit (I'm so sorry) was inspired by an exercise recommended to me by an ex. The whole "find your inner child and apologize to them for the "terrible" things that happened to them" schtick. I've always narrativized the root of my disfunction stemming from my relationship to music as a kid, so that's what I went with. I figure all of those terrible voices in my head that are constantly telling me to kill myself must come from somewhere, and it ain't Topeka!

It's been a lonely year. I'm proud of each and every one of you for making it this far, I'm sorry (again) for subjecting you to more of my self-indulgent bullshit, and let us all daydream of the sweeter times ahead.

Christopher Burke Le Compte, signing off.

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released April 1, 2021

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