Creature Comforts

by Meaghan Burke

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released May 5, 2017

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Meaghan Burke New York, New York

Release show 5/11 at Joe's Pub, 9:30pm!

Meaghan Burke is a Brooklyn-based cellist, singer, and songwriter of many hats. She enjoys channeling the spirits of Kurt Cobain, Billie Holiday, and Gustav Mahler in her chamber-grunge-chansons. ... more

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Track Name: Methadone Friend
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy things
It was just one of those things
Just one of those desperate things

And I like your hair better than no hair
And I like your face better than none
And i like your arms better than no arms
Though prosthetic limbs are not without their charms

And I like your teeth better than no teeth
And I like your lips better than none
And i like your voice better than no voice
Though silence is golden and I don´t much care for your word choice

Methadone friend
Before i met you
Every bone in my body was sad
Now only my lips are blue

It was just one of those shit-faced things

And I like your neck better than no neck
And I like your lazy-eye better than none
And I like your hangnails that bleed when you walk
And I like your blood as it pools in my socks

And I like your hands better than no hands
And i like your elbows much better than none
And I like your skin better than no skin
Though sometimes I like to imagine you just as a skeleton

Methadone friend
Before i met you
Every bone in my body was sad
Now only my lips are blue

I fumble and hiss
I mumble and kiss everything that can walk
I stumble and piss where I eat and I shit

And I like your hair better than no hair
And I like your face better than none
And I like your teeth better than no teeth
´Cause nothing else hurts when you sink them down into me

Methadone friend, methadone friend
It was just one of those things
It was just one of those methadone things
Track Name: Hobo Doreen
Hobo Doreen, my panhandling queen
She was the prettiest bag lady I´d ever seen
She´s a wine-chuggin´, whisky-bottle-huggin´
Diamond of this rough scene
She´s always wandering round bringing men to the ground
With a bat of her eyes and an “I´ve got no place to stay tonight”
She´s too brittle to break
She´s too little to shake
She´s a bit of a rake
But she´s the belle of the motel

Hobo Doreen, she don´t say what she means
But she means as she does and she does as she pleases
She´s a pain in your ascot
And a rat in your haute cuisine (don´t you know better)
With her eyes so forlorn
She´s too cute to be borne
You can only adore and adorn her

Doreen, Doreen
Oh she struts just like a movie queen
Doreen, Doreen
Oh she´ll flash that ivory to cash that green
Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen
Don´t let her in your limousine

Hobo Doreen, she ain´t fresh, she ain´t clean
But her eau de pheromone will have you moanin´ like strychnine
She´s a traffic-stoppin´, boxer-short-droppin´ sweet piece of seventeen
She´s always messin´ around, bringing uptown downtown
First you´re up, then you´re down til your stuff is nowhere to be found
And you´re flat on the floor as she flits out the door
But you know she´s much more than a whore

She´s a tiger, she´s a mouse
She´ll eat everything in your house
She´s your joy, she´s your grief
Got the eyes of a saint and the paws of a thief
She´s your heaven, she´s your hell
But she´ll drain you down to your wishing well
She´s your princess, your muse
But she´ll blow out your fuse
She´s your fire, she´s your ice
But it comes at a price
And I´m talking Bergdorf´s, not Filene´s

Cause she´s Doreen, Doreen
Oh she fucks just like another kinda movie queen
Doreen, Doreen
Hide your watch, your wedding ring, and your Vicadin
Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen
Don´t let her in your limousine
Don´t let her in your limousine

You can run, you can hide
You can beg, you can cry
You can call the authorities
But you´ll always go home with Doreen
Track Name: Butterface
Bottle blonde
One-time Miss Iowa
Aged out of Miss America

Spray-on skin
Paint-on face
You can count all my bones

You can paint me any color you want

Silicone and
Rhinestone soul
Blow-up lips and tits and ego

Hairs may sprout
And eyes may sag
But you can buy your body like a bag

You can paint me any color you want

My body
My temple
My Sistine Chapel Dome
My body
My investment
My forever home

Trophy wife
Shine from your pedestal
Cry tears of semi-precious metals

Prozac princess
Popping pills
And singing plastic songs

Where did your voice go?
Where did your face go?
Where did your voice go?
Where did your face go?
Track Name: Spirit Animal
I think you´ve confused me with someone else.
I think you´ve confused me with yourself.

I know you´ve been hiding something under the table,
I know it´s got fangs and claws and it´s willing and able
To do your dirty work

Why don´t you find yourself a different kind of creature?
Why don´t you settle on down with a deer, or a fox, or a bunnyrabbit?

Please don´t take me on your vision quest.
I´m not your spirit animal.
Not here to put you to the test.

I thought we´d been over this a thousand times before.
I thought the hangover of our love had run its course.

I don´t want to go with you to Africa or Indonesia
I don´t want to be your wingwoman on your spiritual journey.

Why don´t you find yourself a bosom you can cry on?
Why don´t you find your heart amid the alligators and the lions?

I don´t want to go to the woods with you
I don´t want to go to the cave with you
I don´t want to go to the desert with you
I don´t want to go to the sky with you

Find yourself
Oh find yourself
But lose me.
Track Name: everyone sleeps alone in the funhouse
I am a sadsack I am a wet dog I am a wrung rag I am a split log
I am a hat trick I am a swan song I am a death tick I am a gravity bong
Get off my bandwagon!
I ride my tandem solo I ride my tandem solo I ride my tandem solo so solo

I am a cracked egg you are a lame duck I am a red flag you were a hell of a fuck
I am a beached whale caught in a fish pond throw me a rat-tail that I can hang onto
We wake and bake and we die alone and sober we die alone and sober we die alone and sober
Well not always so sober

Everyone sleeps alone in the funhouse
Track Name: Wedding Song
I am the wound you never knew was there

I am the tumor that just ran out of air

I am the mange that comes out in the rain

I am the strange taste he left in your mouth

I am the sad songs he sung for a while

I am the late nights you wondered about

And I know that every home has its secrets
Every house has its pests
And I guess I´m one of yours
Well I guess I´m one of yours

You were a rusty nail in my foot

You were a father figure

We never did each other any good

I was a loaded gun with no trigger

And I cried for the youth I hadn´t lost yet

And you cried for the comfort of your safety net

And we tried to pretend that it was something other than a

Dirty little secret

And like the mouse that nibbles at the wires
And like the possum that scratches at your tires
And like the termites that scuttle in the cellar
I am the one lie you will never tell her

´Cause every home has its creatures
And every house has its pests
And i guess i´m one of yours oh I guess I´m one of yours
Track Name: Gowanus
I left a message for you at the bottom of the Gowanus
Scrawled on toxic splinters
Fallen through the cracks of our own ecstatic honesty
It swam to meet the fishes
And the broken bodies sleeping among them
And how their bodies glistened with the chemical reflections
Of their mutant fishy friends
And I wonder - what can live here? What can survive here?
What can live here, what can survive.

I wrote a letter to you at the bottom of the Ybbs.
You said it was your river
But I think it´s just a stream,
And you some holy-headed dream

And do you know, and do you know, and do you know how much I thought I loved you?

I wrote a song for you
In the middle of your Also Sprach Zarathustra
In its beloved tatters, which I read upon the Brooklyn Bridge
And learned that nothing really matters
But why do all these wanton things spring and spring again,
And spring again from joy into existence?
How can they only do it once?
So I sing again, and sing again this song to numb my own resistance:
What can live here, what can survive here?
What can live here, what can survive

And do you know, and do you know, and do you know how much I thought I loved you?
And do you know, and do you know.

I wrote this song for you originally,
But now it´s my song.
Track Name: When You're Gone
When you´re gone
I floss my teeth
When you´re gone
I don´t eat much red meat

I run a lot
I make a lot of lists
I lie awake
And wonder if you miss me
Like I do you
And if you´re
A little hungover too
Cause I drink a lot
And watch terrible TV
Call all my friends
To come around and entertain me

But no one says the right things, and no one sings the right songs
And the toilet´s stuck, and the coffee sucks, and the weather's wrong
And the nights are much too long
When you're gone.

When you're gone
I brush my hair
When you're gone
I try to take good care of my person
But who cares if that person's
Just a shadow of myself when I´m with you

When you're gone I lose my head
And though I may regain my cool
Each day seems like a foolish escapade
Without the logic of you
Sleeping and waking
In my bed

When you're gone
I dry my tears
When you're gone
I count the days,
And months, and years
And I laugh a lot
And I blush just like a kid
And I think of all the things we did and haven´t done yet

Cause you know all the right words and you sing all the right songs
And the milk can turn, and the food can burn
And the sky can rain all its hurricanes
And the roof can leak and the trains can shriek and the city can shut down for a week
And the doors can slam and the traffic jam, oh, but I won´t give a damn
Cause when you're gone
You come back
Track Name: Ornithology
I used to like you because you liked birds.
I used to like you because you liked birds!
And you knew all their names:
Red-finch, blue-tit, black-backed woodpecker,
Catbird, killdeer, rock dove, turkey vulture,
Waxwing, chickadee, yellow-bellied sapsucker..
But do you know where you can shove your ornithology my love?

I used to like you because you liked trees.
I used to like you because you liked trees!
And you knew all their species,
And you knew all their sub-species

But do you know where you can shove your botany my love?


Everyone thinks they're so special
Everyone thinks they're so wonderful

Everyone thinks they're the first person who thinks that trains are romantic
Everyone cries when they first stick their noses into the Atlantic

Everyone, everyone
Thinks they're the only one