OK Cadavers!

by Idgy Dean

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released 06 July 2009
All songs written, performed, recorded and produced by Lindsay Sanwald.

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Idgy Dean is the solo music project of New Yorker Lindsay Sanwald.

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Track Name: Election (la mujer mejor)
Ella es solamente una memoria / Mi novia! Mi novia! Ellos no saben que yo sufro, sufro (She is only a memory / My girlfriend! My girlfriend! They don’t know that I suffer, I suffer) / Recoleta, city of death, let me sit on your front door step / I’ll kiss your grave today, I worship ghosts when I’m away / When I’m away, I love you more and then you love me less / How can I devote to the tombstone of our happiness? / C’mon, Poetry, stay with me! Till I come back home again, love me to the end / You got your city of choice and I followed you to the Bay / I came, you changed, and then I left you there to “Ooh La La” / Now I want my own city so you can go “Ooh La La!” / My friends and family call me, but I still miss you more / And you won’t visit me, Poetry, when will I see you again? This will never end / I’m kissing my pillows, I wish they were you / And then I write my own obituary, too / I’m dreaming faster than I can live, and we don’t agree / Spend all your money and go to Peru / Run away to Patagonia with you / I’m wearing warpaint under the ice, and it’s the end of the world / ¿Yo o no, o si, o no…? (Me? …or not, or yes, or not…) / Es la mujer mejor, ¿hay una mujer mejor? ¿Es la mujer mejor? Hay una mujer mejor. Hay una mujer… (She is the best woman, is there a better woman? Is she the best woman? There is a better woman. There is a woman…)
Track Name: Inauguration
My muse kissed me back, she gave me a heart attack / Our limbs exhale and sway / Oh, in that old erotic way / Your fire feathers, still in my fingers / A two-hand head-hold kiss / On my nose and on my lips / In awe…in love on New Year’s Day / * * * won’t you instead marry me? / I know you love your man, but he can’t show you the things I can / The gladiator is the provider / The ballerina, my desire / Oh, she’s a blue-eyed hypnotist / With a gaze I can’t resist / And we prefer the form female, but we’re gonna marry a man instead / Oh, I thought that I knew her well, but she’s gonna stay with her man / Cause it’s easier, I think so / I think it’s easier? I don’t know / I want it easier, I pray so / Is it easier? I don’t know… / Who do I love? / Do we agree that we should be apart for now or apart forever? / Am I the one to come undone?
Cause that’s how you like me to be / Is that how you want me to be? / And do you still love that girl? / Well I do, I do, I do, I do! / Unfortunately, oh but then there’s * * / And suddenly, I forget / But she’s not mine, and with this I am fine / And finally, our only divinity, is to be, to be, to be, to be!
Track Name: Onion's Milk
(lyrics by Mario Maffei) Bloody David’s back from the Holy Land today / Useless bloody friends, they don’t drink that milk, and he does it everyday / The sinless floury boy / Oh the holy blonde-haired boy lost alone / His breath could smell like busy toilets / Hidden in the tires heaving the joy / Happier and happier and happier! / Dogs are dancing with him, he takes them from behind / Like the ladies do with men, like the ladies do with rock boys / Only blue jeans love / He didn’t kid in the thirty-three hours, waiting for the smashing answer, yeah, okay / No time for the dead cat ladies, he will be useful and kind with the lady, yeah, okay / Wigs for his sick mother, Mom / No white onion milk for him / The music sounds loud, the music sounds loud / Only engine’s broken / The sinless floury boy / So high, that all the camion’s drive / So high, that all the camion’s…should cry like he will do / Bonjour madame, oui oui ouI! / Lait d'oignon ce matin / David de retour de la terre sacre / Son camion ne l'a pas trompé jamais / Oh, jamais! (Hello, ma’am, yes yes yes! / Onion’s milk this morning / David is back from the Holy Land / His truck never betrayed him / Oh, never!)
Track Name: Babyfat
Just tell me what I want to hear / Don’t tell me you’re not coming here / I know it was my own choice to leave / Still, can’t believe she’s seeing him, not me / And if I’m gonna change my mind / Don’t think I’d risk it one more time / Cut your losses and turn your heart away / To the countryside where you’ll be okay / San Francisco burning,
San Francisco yearning / I’m never going back to where I’ve been / You’re never gonna have this love again / Argentina, lonely / New York, you still call me / Baby love is getting fat with lies again / I’m never going back to where I’ve been / C’est la vie! C’est la vie! /Oh my heart, my heart’s memory! My heart’s memory!
Track Name: For Noelia
BRB, FYI / OMG, JK! WTF? (HO) / LOL, OL, L, LOL / TTY L8R, Aire.
Be right back, for your information / Oh my god, just kidding! / What the fuck? (Hold on) / Laughing out loud, out loud, laughing, laughing out loud / Talk to you later (AIR)
Track Name: Uno Dos Tres
¡Cantamos! Argentina calling me, but I’m not ready linguistically / I’m gonna teach but I don’t know, I gotta learn my español / When I get back from this country, I’m gonna make a life for me / I’m gonna learn my español, return to the home I know / I’m gonna marry that girl there, the one with the curly hair / She gonna take good care of me, I’m gonna make her so happy / Give me your rib, I’ll give you mine / Rub ‘em together, a rub divine / Maybe our ribs can make a baby that’s one part you and one part me / Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco-o-o seis! / One, two, three... no ingles! / Ningles... Silencio.
Track Name: Hopscotch
Julio! Julio! Julio!
Track Name: The Indian Squirrel Dance
Why’s everybody always keepin’ stuff from me? / I guess it’s my own fault, I breed calamity / Well I know better than you think I do / Talk to me when I speak in harmless tones of girl / Why do I talk like this? I know I could be more / But you wouldn’t love me any other way / I love my country (oh do you?) Oh yes I do, oh… / Why would you leave it then? (I won’t) Oh but you want to… / I love my husband (oh do you?) Oh yes I do, oh… / Why would you leave him then? (I won’t) Oh but you want to…