<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32423795</id><updated>2011-10-18T23:06:40.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Elegant Mess (Albums)</title><subtitle type='html'>The impressionistic music of New York City singer/songwriter Michael Novick</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novicksfollowmeup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32423795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novicksfollowmeup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael Novick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdagMafdXnQ/Tp2qfNZxgoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eSNOjtelJJo/s220/Beard.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32423795.post-115507895858081060</id><published>2006-08-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:06:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demographix Vol. 4: Follow Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5187/1300/1600/FollowMeUp.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5187/1300/200/FollowMeUp.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(click on the song to play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=2886696&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;borrowed wings (the cliché song) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=3266926&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;musical chairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=3276413&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;la di da&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=3292919&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;the road to love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=2821538&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;the last laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=2851721&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;it's been a long time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=3592796&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;oliver wendell holmes, jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=2843068&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;perfect day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=3366809&amp;amp;q=hi" target="blank"&gt;the light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demographix Vol. 4: Follow Me Up&lt;/strong&gt; (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recorded in New York City, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All songs written and produced by Michael Novick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MKN: vocals, acoustic guitars, programming, keyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;borrowed wings (the cliché song)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;if you don’t like it you can lump it / you can stick it in your pipe and smoke it / you can take a flying leap in traffic / take a long walk off a short pier / there’s a thin line between love and hate / the enemy is at the gate / it ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings / you flew too far on borrowed wings / i’m just trying to make ends meet / money doesn’t grow on trees / to the victor go the spoils / every dog has his day / there’s a thin line between love and hate / the enemy is at the gate / it ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings / you flew too far on borrowed wings / and it’s neither here nor there… / stick to me like glue / it takes two to tango / no good deed goes unpunished / and the writing’s on the wall / there’s a thin line between love and hate / the enemy is at the gate / it ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings / you flew too far on borrowed wings / and it’s neither here nor there…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;musical chairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i don’t sleep, i don’t even try / you got a big head but you used to be shy / i feel so bad, but i try to be good / you’ve always been a little misunderstood / it feels like love / or a lack thereof / it’s a sad state of affairs / we’re still playing musical chairs / i play a few tunes, take out the trash / you watch tv and count my cash / i don’t mind the quiet but I miss the noise / you make up with brains what you lack in poise / and it feels like loveor a lack thereof / it’s a sad state of affairs / we’re still playing musical chairs / and it feels like love… / watch tv, take out the trash... / but it feels like love / or a lack thereof / it’s a sad state of affairs / we’re still playing musical chairs / and it feels like love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;la di da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;la di da, it’s an earthquake / la di da, it’s a landslide / la di da, it’s a heartbreak / la di da, it’s an inside job / while you blow your horn and start up the band / the second world war was just slight of hand / i didn’t want to have to say it! / if you’re in, get a clue / la di da, it’s an insult / la di da , it’s a breakdown / la di da , it’s a deadbolt / la di da , it’s a hometown call / while you blow your horn and start up the band / the man on the moon was just slight of hand / i didn’t want to have to say it! / if you’re in, get a clue / so you blow your horn and strike up the band / the four-minute mile was just slight of hand / i didn’t want to have to say it! / if you’re in, get a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the road to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;something always gets in the way on the road to love... / sweet sensation like a deep conversation but it never moves like a crimp in the groove it sticks it’s the wrong mix for this crowd / i leapt into action just for the satisfaction of a steady fix and i was hip to her tricks even though she wouldn’t say if it was going either way or at all / something always gets in the way on the road to love... / the long story short she called to report she was doing fine / it was all by design and as long as she was there would i really care if she saw her ex-guy? / when I asked her why she did it she told me to forget it i should swallow my pride and enjoy the view though i never replied it’s all about the ride you betcha / she said something always gets in the way on the road to love... / something always gets lost and i cross my fingers into fists it’s all drifts and gists and my mind is built for straight up / so i bid you farewell it was just swell being part of your fucked up heck i’ll take a rain check and catch you on the flip side because / something always gets in the way on the road to love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;you passed on the ride / and she did, too / so you both slipped the noose / called a temporary truce / i'll have the last laugh / i'll be the one with no regrets / so laugh all you want now / i'll have the last one / you buried the past / and me as well / when you came with your heart on your sleeve / you were just so hard to believe / i'll have the last laugh / i'll be the one with no regrets / so laugh all you want now / i'll have the last one / you'll be happier now / with your heads in the sand / you can laugh all want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's been a long time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;she brushes the lint from his shoulder / remembers a happier day / they sit in the back seat in silence / she wishes for something to say / she tells him to pick up the laundry / he smokes on his way into work / it’s been a long time / it’s been a long time / it’s been a long time / maybe it’s time enough / she tells him to settle specifics / he gives her the house and the kid / it’s been a long time / it’s been a long time / it’s been a long time / baby, it’s time enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oliver wendell holmes, jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"  &gt;the parking lot is full of freaks / i lost the will to fit in there / the political dissenter speaks / in the language of despair / i have to play a different tune / it's not the one you adore / i'd still follow you to certain doom / but i can't glorify it anymore / it's a long story / about a guy named william james / yes, the famous writer's brother / he wrote the taming of the shrew / or was it the turning of the screw / i know for sure he wrote persuation / or maybe that was emily bronte / the point is he was a writer / who knew oliver wendell holmes / yes, he knew oliver wendell holmes / i'd make the rules up as i go / if i thought that there were rules / but i know a lot more than i know / it's the blissfulness of fools / i have to play another tune / not the one i wrote for you / about howling at a vacant moon / nothing i knew then is still true / and it's a longish story / about one charles sanders peirce / whose father taught at harvard / and they all believed in god / and they listened to the beatles / smoked opium and hash / they read way too much for comfort / and they all had nervous breakdowns / except for oliver wendell holmes / no, not oliver wendell holmes / a thrice-wounded union soldier / who became a supreme court justice / named oliver wendell holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;he watched the dice in the MGM / but he never played a hand / he couldn’t see the irony in being / a betting man / he chose to be alone / he chose to be a martyr / he couldn’t find the strength / to try any harder / salvation’s on / if you follow me to the yellow brick road / it’s such a perfect day / he tossed around the neighborhood / ‘til he found the address / the time had come to bear his soul / and confess / but when he laid his eyes on her / he lost all his resolve / he ran to the station for to catch the train / he was too self-centered to accept the blame / for the lies that he told just to deaden the pain / he couldn’t stop drinking ‘cause he needed the proof / and he dialed up a number for a version of the truth / that he found on a sticker in a telephone booth / salvation’s on / if you follow me to the yellow brick road / it’s such a perfect day / salvation’s on / just follow me to the yellow brick road / it’s such a perfect day / he ran to the station for to catch the train / and he was too self-centered to accept the blame / for the lies that he told just to deaden the pain / he couldn’t stop drinking ‘cause he needed the proof / and he dialed up a number for a version of the truth / that he found on a sticker in a telephone booth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;the light was on when he got home / from the war in ‘45 / and he kept thinking he was so lucky to be alive / he let her sleep through the night / his heart was pounding in his chest / he put his faith in god and let fortune do the rest / he knew that life could be unfair / but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her hair just yet / the years flew by and it was hard / for them to keep things in the black / but the future was still an aphrodisiac / they moved out west to start anew / they made the most of what they had / and they thanked the good lord when none of it went bad / he knew his life had been redeemed / but it was never quite as charmed as it first seemed to them / on a sea of red he’d learned to hide himself behind his bloodshot eyes / and faithfully she made his coffee black the way he learned to like it / the light was on when got home but only because he left it that way / he missed the way she made things glow / and the things she said that saved him all those many years ago / he sees his life is getting long / but he knows it isn’t time to move along just yet / on a sea of red he’d learned to hide himself behind his bloodshot eyes / and faithfully she made his coffee black the way he learned to like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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