Pushpins

by ann driscoll

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recordings from 2010-2015
recorded in new york city

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released July 16, 2016

cover art by shannon orcutt shannonorcutt.com
additional artwork by johanna kenney and kelley garrard

written and performed by ann driscoll
co-produced by jon smith
performers include: jon smith, pat morrissey, bryan percivall

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Stunt Casting Cincinnati, Ohio

Stunt Casting is Ann Driscoll (b. 1987), a multi-instrumentalist and composer who writes, records, and performs songs that fuse the idioms of 60’s pop, horror cinema, and op-ed columns into a disturbing, funny, and singular perspective.

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Track Name: Kill Me
Breaking away from you is like picking up a cigarette
Going through the motions, moving like a marionette
Others leave their lovers after twenty times as many years
What makes you something different, hissed the devil’s voice inside my ears?

I think that it’ll kill me
I think that it’ll kill me

Shaking fists and pounding drinks exactly like my mother knew
Timelines looping back around, a science fiction coming true
I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy of all the hate inside her head
Didn’t know I could regret things that haven’t happened yet

I think that it’ll kill me
I think that it’ll kill me
Track Name: Black Box
it’s gotten to the breaking point where everybody knows
we’ve lost our minds we’ve lost our minds
the emperor is walkin down the street without his clothes
we’ve lost our minds we’ve lost our minds

but i’ve been combing through this black box
takin stock of all the last thoughts of the pilots
as they crashed down

you never knew the line between your soul and your disease
call us ill call us ill
excuses, excuses, excuses to avoid maturity
we take a pill we take a pill

i’ve been combing through this black box
takin stock of all the last thoughts of the pilots
as they crashed down

ruling out the things that couldn’t be
whittling down the list of possibilities
cuz everybody’s safer when you know
how it all went down

what if there’s a man inside this burning effigy?
rest in peace rest in peace
we shot him hung him slit him just to get him on tv
rest in peace rest in peace

but i’ve been combing through this black box
takin stock of all the last thoughts of the pilots
as they crashed down
Track Name: Fiasco
yes some mistakes were made
all of them were costly and a lot of them grave
the execution wasn’t right
i didn’t have a plan for the peace when i ended the fight

the buck stops here
yet i freeze like a deer
in the glare of a camera light

so i starch my shirt
but the blood and the dirt
can’t be sterilized

yes some mistakes were made
all of them were costly and a lot of them grave
i took my orders from above
i’d like to think it wasn’t blind allegiance that it really was love
the facts have borne out all the hate
a system that permits our evil always seals a horrible fate

the buck stops here
yet i freeze like a deer
in the glare of a camera light

so i starch my shirt
but the blood and the dirt
they can’t be sterilized
Track Name: I Wish You Had
i guess you didn’t know
but boy i wish you had
i guess you didn’t know
but boy i wish you had

you could have saved me the trouble
built a field where there’s rubble
when i told you i was crying
you kept on insisting on trying

if it’s broken in the store
you wanna know before
before you put it on your shelf
before embarrassing yourself

you could have saved me the trouble
built a field where there’s rubble
when i told you i was crying
you kept on insisting on trying

i should have advertised my sins
branded on my skin
well i guess you didn’t know
but boy i wish you had
Track Name: Canary's Corpse (The Glockenspiel Conspiracy)
boom boom bust
go the things we trust
but it’s all ok
cuz we’ve learned the game

but did you know
when you signed the line
when you checked the box
all the things you’d lost?

they will find you, mine you
until they know
all the things you want that you don’t own

the fruit we bear
from our hearts and minds
gathers coal black dust
in a data mine

the fruit that fed
the canary’s corpse
when the air outside
well it can’t be worse

they will find you mine you
until they know
all the things you feel that you don’t show

they will find you mine you
until they know
all the things you feel that you don’t show

a phantom ring
from a phantom friend
with our phantom limbs
we’ll walk in dreams again

every one
in a two-way mirror
every one
never seein clear