Trophies

by Luxury

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Recorded periodically throughout 2014 at Glow in the Dark Studios in Atlanta, GA by Matt Goldman. Additional recording by J. Bozeman at The Office, Beaufort, SC.

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released June 24, 2014

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Luxury

Luxury, originally from Georgia, now is scattered across these United States. We are three Orthodox priests, one burrito maker, and one fantastic drummer. We are more inclined to making records than self-promotion but appreciate your interest.

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Track Name: Ginsberg Reading 'Howl'
Like hearing Ginsberg reading “Howl”
Like language found inside your mouth
Like all those words blackened out
Like unread books on all your shelves

Like a television always on
Like all opinions (every one!)
Like conversations with the dead
Like promises made in the bed

Is it just me?

Like every gay bar in the Castro
Like reading Songs of Songs all alone
Like Jimmy Paulette in New York City
Like all the smiles on everybody

Like all the Resurrection jokes
Like quotes and quotes and quotes and quotes
Like all the speeches made with tears
Jug, jug, jug to dirty ears

Is it just me?

I walked out once more beneath the stars
Just waiting for the sea to part
I’m taking the wife and taking the kids
Taking them far away from this
Track Name: Parallel Love
Remember when we danced this way
There were times when we could dance all day
Nowhere to go, no reason to stay
But there were times when we could dance all day
Warm nights and the flashlights
We stood along the causeway
And watched the shores decay
Yes, there were times when we could dance all day

I’m going to fall in love with you
I’m going to fall

Remember when we talked this way
There were times when we could talk all day
Nothing was wrong, no one to hate
Yes, there were times when we could talk all day
The consequence of a cheap rent
We’d lie in your room all day
And watch the walls decay
There were times when we could talk all day

I’m going to fall in love with you
I’m going to fall in love with you
Because I always do
Because I always do
Track Name: Trophies
Take your time when you figure it out
I am still here
I am your answer to prayer
Am I not what you wanted?

You can still wear your favorite clothes
It still means the same thing to me
That it did back then
It means everything

The way of all flesh
No, I won’t let this happen to us
A handful of trophies
A handful of trophies
To those who learn love

Take your time when you’re working it out
In your head
On the bed, where you hardly move
In the afternoon

There’s no way to undo what you did
There’s no way to un-live what you lived
There’s just consequence
There’s always a glove that fits

The way of all flesh
I won’t let this happen to us
A handful of trophies
A handful of trophies
For those who learn love
For those who learn love
For those who learn love
Track Name: Don't Feel Bad If You Don't Feel Better Right Away
Don’t feel bad if you don’t feel better right away
Maybe you never changed
Maybe you’re still the same
No, don’t feel bad if you don’t feel better someday
Keep pulling at the thread
Keep saying what you said you said

In the classroom
I sat and watched you
Never underline a word
Funny unbeliever

Don’t feel bad if you don’t feel better right away
Maybe you never changed
Maybe you’re still the same
No, don’t feel bad if you don’t feel better someday
Keep pulling at the thread
Keep saying what you said you said

In the refectory
There’s not a thing you eat
That they won’t talk about
Good thing you never came out

Don’t feel bad if you don’t feel better right away
Maybe you never changed
Maybe you’re still the same
No, don’t feel bad if you don’t feel better someday
Keep pulling at the thread
Keep saying what you said you said

I grow old! I grow old!
Track Name: The War on Women
Stayed up late last night
Once more for Moonrise Kingdom
Always trying to find
what I had and when I lost it
I lost it all at once
To tan lines and a tacky yacht
I lost it all at once

Middle America
A tomboy for a friend
(that’s what we called them then)
Showed us something I can’t forget
I learned it all alone
Same as everyone
I learned it all alone

That there was a war on women
But I was too young to know I was in it

A television set
We couldn't count the hours
‘Cos now the teacher speaks
From “inside a pornographer’s trousers”
I grew up far from home
My father didn't know
I grew up far from home

Where there was a war on women
But I was too young to know I was in it
There was a war on women
But I was too young to know I was in it
Track Name: You Must Change Your Life
Since 1987 I've been having the same dream
Went to find a clairvoyant
“It takes some time to figure out what you think,
When you always believe in everything.”
Do I always believe in everything?
(I know what I like)

Since 1987 I’ve been wearing the same thing
Was a little demonstration
Just to see if anybody is looking
At the center of the frame
I’m always at the center of the frame
(I know what I am like)

You must change your life here
You must change your life here

Since 1997 I've been trying to figure out whom to be
Hard obsession, expectations
What am I wearing and what does it mean?
It takes a lifetime and a priest
It takes a lifetime and a priest
(To know what I am like)

You must change your life here
You must change your life here
You must change your life here
You must change your life here
Track Name: Museums in Decline
Standing in the museum, the one between fifth and sixth
strange to see the masterpiece
“The Persistence of Memory”
There’s really nothing there at all, at all
There’s really nothing there at all, at all

That portrait I thought I’d get
The one that’s called “Forbidden Fruit”
Stupid name in a gilded frame
But there was something there, something good
Sometimes there’s nothing there at all, at all
Sometimes there’s nothing there at all, at all

The fun collapses every time
Just like life
I read in bed at night!
The fun collapses every time
But it’s alright
I hear there’s more to life

That booklet I thought I’d write
Our long weekend (in Newport) last June
Chateau-sur-Mer, the ocean air
Marble House, The Breakers, and you
The words were there, then they were not there, at all
The words were there, then they were not there, at all

The fun collapses every time
Just like life
I read in bed at night!
The fun collapses every time
But it’s alright
I hear there’s more to life

The fun collapses every time
Just like life
I read in bed at night!
The fun collapses every time
But it’s alright
I read between the lines
Track Name: Words of Mouth
Found a way to Shangri La
Across the street
Along the wall
I cut the sleeves from your favorite coat
To leave a note
“I wrote you these words to be a light. Change your life.”
Track Name: Courage, Courage
Who is in those houses?
The lights are always on
Who painted all those ugly pictures hanging on the walls?
It says I did, I don’t remember it
It says I did, I don’t remember it

What are all these pages with the corners always folded?
Cursive looks familiar written out in pen
I can’t read it, it makes no sense
I can’t read it, it makes no sense

I need courage, I need courage now

Who are all these faces and bodies?
And lights on the walls like it’s some kind of party
I saw those films with the title in yellow
Now I’m locked in the tower of my mind till I’m able
To admit what this means for someone like me
They laid hands on my head to complete what was lacking
There were hands on my body
(when no one was looking)
“Oh, Lee, raise up your mind! I have shown you the meaning!”
I know you did and I remember it
I know you did and I remember it

I need courage, I need courage now
(The houses rise, the houses fall)
I need courage, I need courage now
(And where they were, they are no more)
Track Name: The Gates of Paradise (Give Praise Where Praise Is Due)
The piano won’t play
And I was tired of the other place
It’s time to move again now anyway
This is an endless parade
Yes, this is an endless parade
The half-life is strange
Here, there is constant decay
“Give praise where praise is due” I still say
Do I feel love where I used to feel hate?
Do I feel love where I used to feel hate?

The harmonium won’t play
It just sits there all day
Just waiting on this side of Paradise
When you close your eyes, do you ever pray?
‘Cos unbelievers are strange
I loved a few, I remember their names
And you still think if they just had a taste
But they won’t
I think
But they won’t
I think

The summer was great
The city, it pleased us with a shower of rain
And we stopped and we stood in the colonnade
For a while everything was okay
For a while everything was okay
For a while everything was okay
For a while everything was okay
For a while everything was okay
For a while everything was okay