Peter Case

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Magic In Reverse (Hwy 62 Out-take)

This track didn’t make the final sequence of the LP. DJ Bonebreak on drums, David J Carpenter on Bass, recorded by Sheldon Gomberg.  I worked on this song a long time,  and at one point it was 45 minutes long. That was too much!

riding in your snow-white car

I never thought we’d go so far

top down we chased a star

     that somehow fell to earth

like Magic In Reverse

 

on summer days we made up songs

down on the beach beneath the palms

silver fish flashing in the calms

    & I didn’t know at first

about Magic In Reverse

 

 the crack up  

    on the wall of skin

a mood that seemed to balance

    on a pin

tender voices as the night begins

then a change came over you

& there was nothing I could do

 

 the door hinge squeaks the staircase moans

the radio plays sugar tones

we’re fast asleep like paving stones

    thrown into the works //of Magic In Reverse

 

a magic spell but who believes

bouquets of flowers hidden up our sleeves

who cast the spell who was deceived?

the change came over you

this time it got me too

 

out on the street a drunken shout

this is the hour the bars let out

complete surrender waves of doubt

   I nearly died of thirst

for magic in reverse

Los Angeles, California: Peter Case in his studio (Photo: Ann Summa).

 

 

 

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At The Restaurant

someone keeps an eye on me
someone I’ve never met
I’ve got their dishes in my kitchen
their picture on my tv set

he worked downstairs in the diner
sixteen hour shifts or more
cooking & waiting tables
& when they closed mopping the floor

he came here with his family
they left a world behind
this new land was a mirror
but the sky was redesigned

he never raised his voice at all
at work or in the home
said “what you do comes back to you
good luck is yours on loan”

he wore a grey fedora
tipped back on his head
always fresh & white clothes to work
silk pajamas when its time for bed

his brother Al had problems
started using crack cocaine
went to jail in Columbia
never was the same again

see his grandkids on the dresser
his lottery tickets too
you know if he ever hits it
he’ll be splitting the prize with you

he always kept a postcard painting
of a pretty little town in greece
someday he’ll go back home
Jason with the golden fleece

he came here with his parents
they left their world behind
the new world is a mirror
the skys a rollercoaster ride

he watched his big time wrestling
loved his Jackie Gleason too
play’n’ on the floor with grandkids
was his favorite thing to do

a bad man seeks out trouble
everywhere he looks
the good man finds some goodness
even in a world of crooks

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