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Original Music inspired by David Yoon’s City of Orange

The Bushwick Book Club Seattle
presents
Original Music Inspired by
David Yoon’s City of Orange
November 12, 2022
at Town Hall Seattle

Hosted by Drea Marilyn

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Featuring Musical Performances from
(Click name for primary link, * = first Bushwick appearance)
Rights to all song lyrics ©/℗ the individual artists, reprinted here with permission

Darren Loucas

Kate Olson (KO)
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Jon Yoon
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Nessa Grasing
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Emily Persha
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 Jade Teather*
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Nick Droz
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Leanna Keith
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Kate Berreth
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Lyrics

Kate Olson (KO)
“Trickster”

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They say the Trickster takes a crow’s form

Black as a cloud in a storm

A mirror to our darker selves

A joker, a stand in for the real scorn

That we mourn for when Joni sings:

“You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone”

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We had a paradise

A basic orange pumpkin spice

A pair of dice

Rolled our lives away

With two snake eyes

Dual fires of ego and complacency

But nothing lasts these days you see

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When you walk out the door you crave

apocalypse

A blood bath, a full moon eclipse

Gone in 60 seconds like the movie scene, a prom

queen

Keep it clean

You’re only one bill away from the street

From the last defeat

But no one gets to cheat

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Death

She comes whenever she wants

No pretty face or line of coke or glass of whiskey

Keeps us from the truth of us

Like Socrates in ancient Greece

The questions keep on rolling like an avalanche

The “what ifs” sink like leaky boats in angry seas

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We’re fragile beings

Ill-equipped to reason past the

Pain of loss and loss and loss and loss and loss

and lost again

Years of neglect are pulling rank

Like forest fires creeping toward a propane tank

We. will. Explode.

In a car crash, a fatal flash

Never knowing what it does to those of us left

alive

It’s a slow burn, a loss of mind

An amnesia, an aphasia

All the words I cannot find

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We had everything, a family

A sitcom perfect you and me

But no insurance keeps us safe

From accidents, fatalities

Like getting high and playing x-box on weekends

This normalcy is numbing

It keeps us from becoming

The buddhas we’re all meant to be

In every present moment we can really see

What we’re doing to this planet

To each other

It’s a slow burn, a loss of ming

An amnesia, an aphasia

All the words I cannot find

Jon Yoon
“My Memories”

(Intro)
Take a breath
And hold it in
The water’s fine
Let’s have a swim

Let’s make some waves
Memories too
Live out our dreams
Just me and you

We’ll have a family of our own
We’ll buy a house, we’ll make a home — together
Just you and me against the world
We’ll face it all and face the worst — for better

Pre-Chorus:
Stolen moments, stolen names
Painful history I can’t change — I want to undo
Whiskey straight, counting sheep
Into a grave or deep sleep — I need you

(Chorus 2x)
Please
Let me dream
Give me back
My memories

My memories

Onward and Upward, But I’m
Down and Out, Tryin’ to
Sort out the pieces and
Figure it out

Pre-Chorus:
Wide awake with eyes wide closed
Cryptic clues, empty homes — I’m incomplete
Survivin’ through regret and pain
Fuck the world, just go away — I want to sleep

(Chorus 2x)
Please
Let me dream
Give me back
My memories

My memories

(Instrumental)

(Chorus 2x)
Please
Let me dream
Give me back
My memories

My memories

(Outro)

Emily Persha
“Your Own Apocalypse”

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Dear Adam, I’d do the same

Wouldn’t know how to face that kind of pain

In a dried up river bed, I would lay my troubled head

And wait for the end to come

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Dear Adam, you were right

All those fools on the internet, scrolling late at night

They’ve lost their humanity in exchange for an endless feed

And a couple of hundred “likes”

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Ooo, it’s hard to make sense of it

Living in your own apocalypse

Ooo, memories cut like a knife

But you can’t just forget your life

And that sun will continue to rise…

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Dear Adam, it wasn’t what you said

Even if those words keep echoing in your head

You did the best you could, and loved them as you should

And the rest is in the mystic hands of fate

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Ooo, but it’s hard to make sense of it

Living in your own apocalypse

Ooo, memories cut like a knife

But you can’t just forget your life

And that sun will continue to rise…

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Dear Adam, it’s okay to laugh

Though you’ll never quite feel whole again

In some weird unexpected ways

You’ll get on through your days

And discover some small simple joys…

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Ooo, it’s hard to make sense of it

Living in your own apocalypse

Ooo, memories cut like a knife

But you can’t just forget your life

And that sun will continue to rise…

Rise, rise….

Kate Berreth
“How Could I Kill Me”

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How could I ever forget you

How could I

How could I ever forget you

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So what time is it

Like June

Or is it afternoon

With a dead crow at your feet

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Hope

It doesn’t come too soon

God if I only knew

How sorry I could be

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I know something is awry

Don’t have the reason why

Memory may be a dream

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I don’t have the will to die

Don’t have the will to try

& it’s tryin’ to kill me

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Kill me

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How could I ever forget you

How could I

How could I ever forget you

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So it’s all inside my head

I wanted to forget

Those are words I never meant

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Words I should have never said

I would have never said

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But I said ’em

And I said ’em to you

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Kill me

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How could I ever forget you

How could I

How could I ever forget you

How could I

How could I ever forget you

How could I

How could I ever forget you

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It’s the end, it’s the end

Nah we’ll never get to try again

Cos it’s the end, it’s the end now

We never get to try again

If it’s the end, it’s the end

Then I never wanna try again

Do you understand it’s the end now

We’ll never get to try again

So kill me

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