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Breakfast Truce

by Letitia VanSant

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in the fountain in the courtyard by the macy's parking lot i emptied all my pockets for you by the macy's parking lot in the kitchen in our blue house making tea in my nightgown how i wish i'd tried to make the eggs how you like in the kitchen in our blue house oh when i go to the valley ask the wild birds to call out your name i'll take my comfort in their silence in the sweet prefixes of spring in the swing on our front porch how i miss your creak on floor boards how i wish i could see you sitting here next to me in the swing on our front porch
Brother left the mine in November strung out one foot in the grave i thought i heard him crying on the bathroom floor it's hard to recognize the brave the smell of the blue vinyl bus seats the hum of the engine below the rhythm of the telephone poles going by and the endless broken road brother you just can't be everywhere and no you can't please everyone and so let go of your aching heart and learn to love your place some things up ahead are illusions could say the same of the things left behind the dirty black soot in the grit of your teeth and the sirens in your mind
well i left the east to embrace the west i expected applause for my confessions i can show you how to pirouette as you evolve if you can show me how to peel this flower off the wall i like to think that my soul would rise up through Minnesota's open skies still i'd like to know are they as open as i was told Darling won't you draw the blinds cause Every morning is a second try I can show you how to miss someone before they're gone If you can show me how to fake it all along I like to think that i could recognize What's communicated by your eyes Still I'd like to know Was this as real as your eyes told me so I'll conform to what i'm told to Until you rebel But if revolutions are our solutions Only time will tell Time turns my curves to lines Questions become my exclamations I can show you how to know when you've got it figured out If you can show me how to keep your foot out of your mouth Every book I ever seem to start Before I'm done they always fall apart Still I'd like to know Was this as worth it as I was told
black cross hatch on december sky bare trees and tangled powerlines a lonely sparrow with open mouth mother brothers have all flown south little birdie hope springs eternal in your stubborn breast go on and gather the bits and the pieces for your empty nest and i know there's something to be said for somedays a wrinkled woman on icy steps nightmares of catching her death of winter colds and broken necks bitter warnings escape pursed lips fragile lady bones made of china won't you crack a smile you've been wasting hopeless and worried the last years of your life and i know there's something to be said for caution oh rosy cheeks, breathless on the mat, wipe off your feet from silence the doorbell rang, never thought i'd see you home again
Reunion 02:06
Pajarita 03:58
the hole in your pocket gives your money to all the world and the hole in the bedroom wall shares your beauty with other girls no needle's eye no word on high could ever seem to patch that tear no heart you can break no pill you can take can fill the empty air did you see the neighbor's house burning, i can't bear to watch those red lights flashing shook my soul from halfway down the block and i admit a tiny part of me wishes we were them for such a clear excuse to start again the silence in your bedroom fills with questions when you're alone and the darkness beating down your door demands that you stay at home no job you can take no grin you can fake could ever seem to fill that void well i found mine when you find yours oh don't blame it on me boy i don't want to say why there's a hole in the prettiest life that i know chorus
Brambles 02:47
like an earthworm stranded on the sidewalk like a rat drowned in the pool it's more a spectacle than a tragedy less an exception than the rule like a puzzle missing the final piece like a leaky boat on the lake i've tried so hard to make the best of this the voyager's lost her way and please, please say you like me just let me know something is real been chasing specters through the brambles building castles for the waves like the pause at the ends of your sentences like the darkness before the dawn this silence is not really empty a breath before the plunge
The Notion 01:40
my love is a river, it's wild and it's deep i've searched for it's sources, they're hidden from me i've got the notion that it flows to an ocean that will never ever end my love is a fire, it's burning and it's true i've got the notion that this steadfast devotion it will never ever end when i'm lost in the dead of night, the cold wind blows its lonely cry i will keep on looking i'll be searching for you my love is a mountain it's strong as it is tall there's no man can move it, he'll try but he'll fall i'll keep on climbing til my hands touch the sky and it will never ever end
Man Enough 03:57
he plows the snowfall from roads out in east nevada eighty miles from town all the complaints and squeaks from the rusty hinges cover lonesome sounds she sells her trinkets from behind an old card table
she wore her grass stains with a wounded soldier's pride holes in her stockings and mud all tracked inside hid in the tool shed every time she cried she smeared the queer made fun of the kid from germany sticks and stones they broke her bones and they added insult to injury didn't want to be a pretty girl anyway her books were boring and the tv picture sucked asked her brother where the liquor cabinet was took his guitar out to sulk in the garage thought the sunrise was another cheap trick from jesus made her think that maybe she could love god goody two shoes could have those sour grapes left in a huff to march to her own drum only to find that she never even had one no one to fill her afternoons nowhere to sing those tomboy blues bathwater baby wasn't always such a mess but she threw herself out with all the rest it was a notion that was never second-guessed
well they backed him in a corner he was scared cause they were pissed just him and all them fists slapping in the dark and the doctors were redundant cause he already knew that just like me or you he had to hold on one more night boy you've gotta walk like a fool through that line of fire between the cold dark ground and the morning star don't be the sorry soul who breaks the truce better to be dead and gone and tried and true at the pastor's play at christmas he spoke those lonely lines just him and all those eyes watching from the dark and the critics, lord forgive them, they know not what they done tied his mouth up shut ain't never gonna speak up well he hung his head and wept when he heard the back door slam just him and both his hands and everything they'd done there's no angry silent night the morning cannot cure at breakfast he was sure he would win her back again


During World War I, troops in the trenches would sometimes stop fighting during breakfast to let each other eat in peace. Let's all find brave new ways to make our mutual existence less fearful and more delicious.


released July 14, 2012

Tracks 1-4, 6-8, 10 & 11 were recorded, mixed, and co-produced by Chris Freeland of Beat Babies Recording Studio.

Tracks 5, 9, & 12 were recorded, mixed, and co-produced by Alex Champagne of Scenic Route Recordings.

Track 13 was recorded and mixes by William McKindley-Ward.

All tracks were mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman of Mobtown Studios.




Letitia VanSant Baltimore, Maryland

Letitia VanSant is a singer-songwriter from Baltimore, Maryland.


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