michael resnick's homepage

me:

I sing and play guitar under my own name at Miller's Bar, The Oxford Lounge, and The Green Room usually once a month. I book shows at the Unitarian Chuch and run the short film festival which runs annually (WEBSITE WILL BE UP SOON!!). I check my email at least once a day, so for any information feel free to write.

links:

Wesley Clark
Homstar Runner
Allmusic.com

contact:

My address is resnick@cassetteradio.com.

lyrics:

A bunch of people said that I should put lyrics for my songs on the webpage. So I'm going to start adding them now and someday they'll all be here.

So far there are:

Confer with Brian

Futons

Two New

I'm in this bar and you're in this universe

Confer with Brian

today wakes up today wakes please write this down "today breaks" and it breaks us 'cause we forget who to ask for help from today breaks up and today breaks darling stand up and say "tomorow makes" and it makes us little, makes us smaller, makes us more fun this is a burning treeline, son this is a calling card, dear if you want to ask anyone I'm not the one to ask yesterday's late and it came late and to Brian's advice I say "too late" it didn't work 'cause we forget to listen and learn this is a wounded bird, baby this is a black hole, son if you want to ask anyone I'm not the one, not the one

Futons

I speak in tounges when it won't suffice to believe I'm anything other than nice And if the sunset-sunrise pattern dosen't stop today I want to be the last one on the block with a copy of Catcher under my arm. And I'll sleep better after a little harm. I drown inside of an electrical storm that started when I woke up in your arms. On certain mornings I forget about it - I can't remember what it is that I did the night before when I was flirting with you. And then I wake up in the living room. The outcome of my actions isn't unlike a lesson noting passion wouldn't suffice for something more than a small passing concern. If I act like I can't grasp all your words it's because I speak a different tounge than you. I'm old-fashioned completely through-and-through.

Two New

A bright light inside tunnel-vision radios and airconditioned breaths Night time walls holding each other up luggage packed and tickets stamped Old loves in mind burn each other out leave empty space Two new women running 'round scare the shit out scare the shit out scare the shit out scare the shit out bright lights cross your vision cross your fingers cross your heart Two new causes for alarm scare the shit out scare the shit out scare the shit out scare the shit out night time it forever changed and turning to the door with little lies in store without a plan or hope they scare the shit out they scare the shit out they scare the shit out they scare the shit out two new women talking This is what we were waiting for.

I'm in this bar and you're in this universe

Most of what you say doesn't matter to me Most of what I say doesn't matter to you Most of what happens here won't leave the room And the corners are dark enough to - Most of our lives we waited for a chance Most of our chances were running from us Most of your love for me died a bit back But the corners are dark enough to - hide for just long enough to notice we took a narrow view note that the following surely are facts: I'm in this bar. You're in this universe. That's just a start, but it's something to work with. I'm in this bar. You're in this universe. Isn't that startling, itn't it grand? Darling if you ever think to come back I'll have this simple argument ready at hand: I'm in this bar. You're in this universe. Who can deny that we should start again?