Digital Program
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
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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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