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Original music inspired by Maus by Art Spiegelman

The Bushwick Book Club Seattle
presents
Original Music Inspired by
Art Spiegelman’s Maus
January 11, 2025
at Town Hall Seattle

Event partner: Holocaust Center for Humanity

Hosted by Wes Weddell

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

  Abby K^
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Michael Owcharuk
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    Steve Mason*^
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Daniel Tam-Claiborne
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  CARMAIG↯GEDDON*
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  Julia Massey^
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Reggie Garrett w/ Christine Gunn
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Leanna Keith
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Claire Idstrom
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Christine Gunn
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Plus the Bushwick Quiz and more!

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Original music inspired by Maus by
Art Spiegelman

PERFORMER-PROVIDED LYRICS
Rights to all song lyrics ©/℗ the individual artists, reprinted here—exactly as submitted—with permission

Abby K
When Death Comes Knockin’

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My son, let me tell you a story

A story, with no glory, a time of war

The tale when death came knockin’ at my door

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The silent weight you’ve carried, now a grown man

Pressure to feel happy, a fight you never win

Wrapped with guilt- cuz I was strong enough to live

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Oh darling, to die is easy,

You must struggle to find joys in life

Hope, dear wife

I need you, we’ll get through

This together, and you’ll see no matter what,

We will survive

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Digging for sunshine, I keep trudging on

The toll that it took on your mother, so withdrawn

A brother you never knew, both now long gone

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I’m not certain of answers, but this, my son, I know

Life as you know it today, can always be worse

This too shall pass, my legacy clear

I’ll carry you, reminding you, love conquers fear

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Oh darling, to die is easy,

You must struggle to find joys in life

Hope, dear wife

I need you, we’ll get through

This together, and you’ll see no matter what,

We will survive

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Sometimes in life, things are the way they are

Never lose hope, dig deep down to your core

And you my son, will be prepared when

Death comes knockin’ at your door

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La la la la la la, la la la la la la

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Steve Mason
PRAY / PREY

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What if you awaken from a nightmare 

And there’s actually blood running from claw marks & skin tears

With your ears still ringing from the endless cries & screaming

And your own uncontrollable sobbing & squeals
When you find the nightmare is real

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I pray you’re never the prey

Where all but your soul is taken away

When the enemy decides… Who lives today or dies

I pray you’re never the prey

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I pray you never have to hide

In darkness day and night, one wet match for a light

No hope, just disbelief… No heroes, no relief

I pray you never have to hide. I pray you never have to hide.

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There are unspeakables … we can’t unsee at all…

But if we see it, Gotta speak it… Cause history keeps repeating it

People tortured & terrorized… Marginalized, dehumanized…

Lives ended right before our eyes

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I pray you never have to flee or fight

Under the threat of death, forced to decide

With tail between your legs, so outnumbered, oh I beg

I pray it’s never flee or fight… I pray you never have to flee or fight

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I pray if you’re ever the prey

Oh that there’ll I’ll be to give you what you need

A place where freedom rings, a place of peace and healing

I pray if you’re ever the prey. I pray if you’re ever the prey.

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See those unspeakables … we can’t unsee at all

If we see it, let’s speak it, History can’t keep on repeating this

There’s only so much we can take,

So I’ll get on my knees, creator please, oh please… before we break

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I pray if you’re ever the prey

I pray that there’ll I’ll be… to give you what you need

A place where freedom rings, a place of peace and healing

I pray if you’re ever the prey. I pray if you’re ever the prey.

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A place where freedom rings, a place of peace and healing

I pray if you’re ever the prey. I just pray… you’re never… the prey

Julia Massey
‘Always Almost Always’

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Takin a walk upstairs to my psychotherapists’ room/

Ask him bout his ‘shadow’/

What was it like always almost always near the doom?/

He yelled BOO and rattled me

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Packed on a train and/

Crammed in a corner of death/

What will this skin feel now?/

What was it like always almost always at the end?

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Alive, alive, alive

Alive, alive, alive

Alive, alive, alive

Survive, survive, survive

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How many places how many spaces on the earth/

Can you hide your body?/

Should we let the next generation understand the hurt/

Through a comic’s hobby?

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Alive, alive, alive

Alive, alive, alive

Alive, alive, alive

Survive, survive, survive, survive

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May all descendants take their turn

May all descendants take their turn

May all descendants take their turn

In turning into ancestors

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