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Mariachi Static

by Izaak Opatz

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1.
I wouldn’t do this if it could be helped I’d rather never see you again But I miss loving someone and you’re the only one who ever Really held my heart in your hand Because no one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me, since you got to me No one’s really got to me since I just keep going back and forth I don’t want to make the same mistakes any more I’d rather not know you than to have to go through What I did, but I will, if you just say the word, I will Because no one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me, since you got to me No one’s really got to me since Baby, I just want to be passionate again No one’s really made the hairs on my heart stand up on Stand up on end You’re the one that I sing about But all of my songs are down and out When I’m somebody else and someone pulls a guitar out I have to pretend I don’t know how Because no one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me, since you got to me No one’s really got to me since Baby, I just want to be passionate again No one’s really made the hairs on my heart stand up on Stand up on end Because no one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me since No one’s really got to me, since you got to me No one’s really got to me since
2.
I met her the summer before, on the Fourth of July, outside the café store She was feeding six packs into the back of an Isuzu I drove past four times or so, before I finally pulled in and said hello And that was all it took in that little town When the summer was over, I followed her down to the desert, where she had a job I didn’t have a whole lot going on I drove down on Halloween, she met me at the gate with a kiss and a key The moment I touched her, I knew I’d done something wrong Because everything, but one thing, was perfect I just didn’t know how to bring it up The view was good, and the weather was perfect, and the rent was free But love shimmered in the distance, with water and tall palm trees We made love while dinner cooled on the stove Somehow, I still managed to burn my tongue When the dishes were dried and put away, I turned on the radio, a moth to the flame While she pulled petals off a flower in the back of her mind Because everything, but one thing, was perfect But that one thing was the only thing worth the wait Sometimes, when she’d lean in to kiss me, I could see it cross her face And I knew I could never prove what she wanted me to say At night, I-40 in the distance glowed to life Garlanding the desert with white head- and red taillights One night, she caught me at the window, praying on the high beams of a semi, and she said “What are you thinking about?” I said, “I know you’ve been waiting for me to love you I’ve been waiting to feel the flush myself But our love must be a mirage, and now’s the time to turn around If it were real, I swear, we’d be there by now” Now everything but one thing is perfect I left her behind, I know she’ll be better off Now I’ve got a full day’s drive, and I left all my favorite tapes behind, Maybe now’s the time to write that song
3.
Oh, thank god there’s no service here On this lonely gravel road I was gonna call you just to say I regret letting you go I guess I’ll say it to the wind instead And let all my regrets get blown Oh, thank god there’s no service here On this lonely gravel road Oh, thank god the internet’s down When I get home from the bar I was gonna send you an email About making a brand new start I guess I’ll drag it to the trash instead Where it can’t do any harm Oh, thank god the internet’s down When I get home from the bar Because there used to be love between us And now there’s just things we can’t say And there are good reasons, though I sometimes forget them That you’re not an arm’s length away Oh, thank god it’s Sunday And the post office is closed I was gonna send you a letter Telling you to come home I’ll save a stamp and save myself The trouble of raising my hopes Oh, thank god it’s Sunday And the post office is closed Because there used to be love between us And now there’s just things we can’t say And there are good reasons, though I sometimes forget them That you’re not an arm’s length away Oh, thank god my bike got stolen And I forgot to fill up the car I was gonna go just knock on your door And tell you I’ve been thinking hard I guess I’ll stay home and just think some more Until the future shows its cards Oh, thank god my bike got stolen And I forgot to fill up the car
4.
Madrona 04:27
I waltzed for kindling, but her skinny dry stems They burned up in a hot flash of embers and wind I set you aside, my first kiss on the lips Madrona, I swore I could forget My guts kept saying your name We laid on our backs, our hats nearly touching At Indian Camp, under the stars Even I know a good thing when she lays down beside me What I didn't know then was how to get started My guts keep calling your name Madrona, you gave me too many chances Of course, I wouldn't see it that way Till you slipped away quiet, a skiff in a tempest You dropped your rope and hid behind a wave My guts kept saying your name My guts kept calling your name One day, I hope - I'll see your sail again Or find your wobbly kid-sister scrawl in the mail again I won't be so roundabout, I'll make you stay My guts will finally have nothing left to say Nothing left to say
5.
Not Yet 03:58
In high school, they told me you gotta go to college Because those blue-collar jobs don’t exist anymore In college, I learned that a four-year degree Is about as useful as a high school diploma was before Some of my friends got jobs in coffee shops Some fell to making music or writing poems Some took out loans and went back to school Some of them just went home Me, I was afraid of getting stuck Everybody said don’t get anybody pregnant And don’t get a job in front of a computer screen Not yet Not yet Not yet You’ve got your whole life ahead of you Enjoy it while you still can That’s what everybody told me, as if youth were the last Gasp inside a plastic bag So I clung to my freedom greedily I cut up all the credit cards they sent me I kept my distance from long-term leases I wanted a dog, but I never got one I left my options open for so long So long, they started drying out When someone suggested I stick around I’m not ready Not yet Not yet Not yet I was proud of having nothing but a bed in the back of my truck And a Coleman stove, and a sleeping bag - almost nothing that I couldn’t give up I could do almost anything I wanted, I could drive down to Mexico mañana But I found myself wishing I had a little more that I could hold onto I wanted something that I can’t let go, or replace at the next Sinclair There’s a girl I miss With silver streaks In her hair Making me wish I was there I pull off the interstate, and drive to her house Park at the curb and try to get a grip I curl my knuckles and I hitch up my heart And knock on her front door “It’s me,” I say, smiling blindly Feeling familiar and out of sorts I recognize the smell of her cigarettes And some of the same plants on her front porch I jiggle the doorknob and say, “Let me in” I hear muffled voices and shuffled steps Then she says, “No, don’t come in I’m not ready, not yet”
6.
Say what you want, I’d know it if you loved me I’d see it in your smile, feel it in your soft lips Say what you want, I’d love to believe you But true love is obvious Say what you want, I’d know it if you loved me I might be sentimental, but I’m not yet deaf or dumb Say what you want, I know you’ve got A better hold on your heart than you do on your tongue Say what you want Say what you want Say what you want I know what you mean Lay with me, flatter me, fake it all night long You can swear that we shared something special But I get the feeling that you’re gonna bounce When my heart tries to cash checks you wrote with your mouth You just like watching me beg You’re the one I want jumping out of my cake I’m afraid, if I asked you that, you might say yes Just to see yourself walk down the aisle in that dress Say what you want Say what you want Say what you want I know what you mean
7.
She gave me love, under the table I was hard-pressed and not thinking straight I'd been so long, dreaming of her ankles Unsocked and locked across the back of my waist She gave me love, under the table She wouldn't even kiss me till we're out of state She kept her hat on and made everywhere we went Feel like a suite at the Super 8 She gave me love, under the table She can't deny it, but she'll damn well try She drove fourteen interstate hours to meet me Without saying where she was going, or why She wants it known that this is all off the record Because she hasn't quite made up her mind At first it thrilled me to be loving so recklessly But now it kills me when she closes her eyes I have read the terms and conditions Stating that by this kiss you don't belong to me I could've read the fine print a little closer But I couldn't wait to click that little box that says I agree And now she's got my number, and she don't owe me anything She struck first, like Jaws or Hirohito She dug her back against me in the back of my truck I just caught her, and feelings came a-fueling And we were someplace different when we woke up She gave me love, under the table She dropped it nonchalant into my sweaty palm I took it home, and under the light of day I saw that it was never really love at all I have read the terms and conditions Stating that by this kiss you don't belong to me I could've read the fine print a little closer But I couldn't wait to click that little box that says I agree And now she's got my number, and she don't owe me anything
8.
I’ll be at your wedding, one way or another Maybe I’ll be playing in the band Maybe I’ll be working for the catering company Switching out Sterno cans Maybe I’ll be drinking white wine with your mom Talking about the ways you’ve grown Or I’ll be slamming La Croix in the back with your dad Worrying about surveillance drones Maybe I’ll be spending my time by the dumpster Puking up all that free booze Thinking about the days when you were my lover But I couldn’t see things through But I’ll be at your wedding one way or another I’ll be at your wedding one way or another I’ll be at your wedding one way or another But I’d rather be up front with you
9.
Pilot Light 04:49
Now, you’re saddled up with another and living in another state I was never the kind of guy you went for anyway The tortoise shell glasses, tousled mouse-nest hair, the hand-rolled cigarettes The scuffy air of condescending, gleeful disenfranchisement I’m still helplessly hopeful, and it’s got nothing to do With if it’s the right time, or if I’m the right guy for you When we keep in touch now, you say you’re so glad we’re still friends I say I am, too, but I for one have been pretending And I’ll always be pretending till I die or lose my cool Or until you relent and say you’ve been pretending, too Your heart is as patient and cocked As a bead of balanced dew Parapet cheekbones, eyes like oil Poised above the moat You keep yourself like a secret, you’d rather be left alone I’ve just always liked you, and I can dull it down But it’ll never quite shut off, or ever quite burn out I’m like the light on your VCR that stays on even though you could’ve sworn you turned it off I’ve got a heart with a pilot light that burns all night just in case you want to turn you on Your heart is as patient and cocked As a bead of balanced dew Sitting heavy at the tip of a leaf You are never gonna let me shake it loose I’ll always be pretending, till I die or lose my cool Or until you relent and say you’ve been pretending, too
10.
I’m getting better at reading between your lines Guess you had to let me down easy one too many times It must mean something that you’re taking this long to decide See, I’m getting better at reading between your lines When we’re together, you give me all of the signs That you’re in love, but maybe you’re just trying to be polite I’m learning to stop myself short from falling this time I’m just better at reading between your lines You’re not the type that would usually catch my eye You’re loud and flip, and you’ve got to be the center of attention all the time But I saw past your brash exterior and on a sweeter side I was just learning how to read between your lines You sent me a letter that said nothing at all I got the impression that you didn’t want to call And I understood why, but I would’ve just rather That you said goodbye So that just for once, just for this one time I wouldn’t have to read, read between your lines
11.
Matilda 00:52

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released July 27, 2018

All songs written by Izaak Opatz.
Performed by Izaak Opatz & Malachi DeLorenzo.
© & ℗ 2018 Mama Bird Recording Co. under license from Izaak Opatz.

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