We the Nighthawks

by Kimberly Hawkey

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1.
Ivy Twined 02:49
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane Climbing up each other in the lusty rain Each tendril wrapped around me Is driving me insane Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane I once thought you were above me My hands were much too dirty But with yours we matched I once thought you never loved me Too proud or just too tender From the times that scratched We discarded all our clothing At the lakeshore, blue and fine Skippin’ in pale-gray workin’ waters Naked yet divine We were... Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane Tangled on your trellis in the morning rain Your mouth retains the flavor Of our sweet champagne Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane Now does this tawny season last forever? Must we be replanted to regrow? Can we form a shelter with our bodies? Let our stamens and petals survive the coming snow The snow... Cause we are... Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane Littering the frostpack in the freezing rain Until a thaw ignites us We are entombed, engrained Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
2.
Lip-synched Arabella Packed her story in a case Folded into quarters Edged with Belgian lace But our frames were all a-flutter What's another remake for? Snip the b-plot, let it curl The cutting room floor At a table near the ballroom We filmed a farewell scene Then we turned the cameras off We smelled of ethylene Fingers on our triggers In a constant state of war Pulling focused moments off The cutting room floor A dream of golden statues A waltzing carbon doze Millimeter reels that thread The nitrate in our clothes We had a grand affair But the cameras never came We funded this with nectar But the taste was aspartame The footage lies in baskets I don't want it anymore The archivists can leave it on The cutting room floor Lip-synched Arabella Packed her story in a case Folded into quarters Edged with Belgian lace The matinees will only see What she underscores She left a different movie on The cutting room floor
3.
Bill Evans 07:46
Speak to me silent ivory We meet again on the broken old stage In the flame of the evening When limelight burns quick You cool me in liquid And never let go By the slenderest thread Just one more show Talking to gremlins and three-quarter tonic At the end of a stool where the darker things hide Punctured in time by the clink of the glasses Blue from the wonderland waiting inside A car that had crashed on a desolate highway With chords that conform to the dissonant sound Of a worn Catskill laneway that yearns for the city But will never be more than some apple-farm town Speak to me silent ivory Wherever I go you are ready to fly In July, in the heat and the famine The Johnson grass falls, turns brown till it dies Hands that held memories in burn marks and callus The charred-bottom teaspoons in strings of motels Where the lobbies are sutured with dust and bad weather And the concierge leers at the damp clientele Where the maid is a martyr, a soft-spoken mother Turning down beds with ammoniac fumes Folding fresh towels and dumping the garbage From one empty room to the next empty room Speak to me silent ivory We meet again on the broken old stage In the flame of the evening That burns out so quick You cool me in liquid You never let go Though the finish unravels The end of the show
4.
You're just like Saturday Always far away Just like Saturday A dream in the shoulders of the working blues Wake up inside a Sunday lemonade Living in a valley of mountain skies Your rippling lake is my morning teacup Reflecting back in my sleepy eyes You're just like Saturday Always far away Just like Saturday A dream in the shoulders of the working blues Commuting along the Monday wagon train A rumbling trail to the city hills Where every cafe is filled with smiling friends And cottage daisies fall down the sills Tuesday is just forever It's wearing an old-fashioned frown Watching coyotes encircle While Wednesday is dragging you down Thursday and Friday are what I wish to be But frankly I live as brown russet June Cool in the morning but hot in the sun Baking the next afternoon You're just like Saturday Always far away Just like Saturday A dream in the shoulders of the working blues You're just like Saturday Another life away Hoping to grow into the Bloom we choose
5.
Sound filters through hairlines Of floorboards and of panes Moans and sighs that manifest Ecstatic or profane Hear the rattle of the hinges The perk of lazy tea The thumping bass of binges Sitting next to me Alone in the dark The moan could be from chocolate Dipping berries from the patch The sigh, your fingers touching mine The rattle, from your latch A closet of vanilla Your favorite evening smell The thumping bass your soundtrack I remember it so well Alone in the dark I thought we were perfect moments Time had graced us with a gift And if the world unmoored us We could steer instead of drift Now you're in the new apartment Mouthing someone's words You listen to the noises Like the ones that I've just heard And you cannot shake the feeling Furniture's out of place The ghost of what is missing Howls around your face Alone in the dark
6.
Your blue sky friends have fallen wayside Look beyond them, kindred stand revealed All of your dreams that now seem stupid You're just exhausted, come and rest afield Fall on your knees Feel yourself undone Thirst for something Quenching, find no hope, no sun Take it down to the ledge Where the hillside Likes to sing Cup your hands and may you drink Slow cool water from the ancient spring Slow cool water from the ancient spring Some days enchantment seemed illusion But it's true you're magic every time Enemies bitter by your confidence Let them go now, they're only petty crimes Cold rakes your skin And you need to feel again The moss 'neath your feet It's true, it’s rich and thick with life Kneeling down at the ledge Where the hillside Likes to sing Cup your hands as you drink Slow cool water from the ancient spring Slow cool water from the ancient spring Rise from your knees Stand by my side This place will grow Our work goes on Timber and frame Tender we guide Building this house with Rivets of pride We will grow, we will grow We will grow, we will sing, drinking Slow cool water from the ancient spring Slow cool water from the ancient spring
7.
I'm looking for a lifetime You're a one-night stand You're begging for manna I'm the promised land I don't need your car I don't want your advice I never ripped the tag off Of your asking price You say “one of these days” I'll be itching for you “One of these days,” you're just wrong “One of these days,” you'll be waiting forever while “One of these days,” I'll be gone Can you buy me a drink? Can we make this a date? Let me grab a tallboy Filled with glyphosate Can we dine at the club? Can I show you my skin? I got a boiling pot to Puttanesca in You say “one of these days” I'll be itching for you “One of these days,” you're just wrong “One of these days,” you'll be waiting forever while “One of these days,” I'll be gone I'm a debutant at the cotillion I'm the queen of the bowling league prom Most of my pals are getting married by now It's so weird that you're friends with my mom I think that's my cue I think that's the door It's been a pleasure Walking to the liquor store But twilight is ending The day will break free So go back to your coffin There ain’t room for me You say “one of these days” I'll be itching for you “One of these days,” you're just wrong “One of these days,” you'll be waiting forever while “One of these days,” I'll be gone
8.
We are the nighthawks Behind the neon signs Bundled into overcoats With wrinkles like designs We drink alone We write our own Tombstones We the nighthawks Alone We are the nighthawks We blister in the day While neighbors sleep behind their walls We trundle on our way To a park bench for the weary A bar stool for the wrecked With bright hallucinations We are desperate to protect Sally, oh Sally You bought a cotton bib Your Christmas tree sprouts mistletoe Beneath, a little crib The parcel counter's waiting It’s a mistress, not a wife It discounts daily victories O’er petty little life Wired, restless nighthawks Reading by the lamp Of romance and of mystery Your paperbacks are damp Will the sickness fester? The detective solve the crime? Will they find the treasure? Will we get out in time? We are the nighthawks Behind the neon signs Bundled into overcoats With wrinkles like designs We drink alone We write our own Tombstones We the nighthawks Alone
9.
I have hats galore from nightclub acts They styled me into a long career And I'm known to saw my friends in half But I've always been sincere My grammar school, a gang of thieves I rescued gold and then I disappeared And I'm not exactly Robin Hood But I've always been sincere Do ya hear? I was mixing gin in Saint Martin When Scarface lent me his little ear And I got away as narcos crept But I've always been sincere Then I fell in love with a quiet friend Traveling the hemisphere I could have had that quiet life You were my kingdom... You were my fear... Do you hear? Around the world I've seen it all My airship ran afoul in landing here But insurance is a darling friend And at least I was sincere And now, the party's winding down My latest gig is humble balladeer Have I screwed things up? Have I hurt your heart? Have I made you dance? Why, yes. I have. So fault me for my fumbles, fair But all I ever wanted Was to bring you cheer ‘Cause I've always been sincere ‘Cause I've always been sincere
10.
The weeds of summer hide us in the thicket, from an Old man cutting hay ‘cross the pasture line Along the soapstone leading to the garden, are Baskets, blankets and curves of your spine Berry juice runs down my chin An untamed taste invited in On the moss we are immortal Where the morning will begin With berry-stained fingers and dandelions Protected from the traffic by the willows Canes of black raspberries whip our cheeks In the shade the air is cool as caverns As we pick the fruit it falls and crests in dusty peaks Berry juice runs down my chin An untamed taste invited in On the moss we are immortal Where the morning will begin With berry-stained fingers and dandelions In the harvest when the honeybees are drowsy Our tired lilac hands reach to dirty toes Nothing will be left to mark our passing The matted outlines fade where we lay exposed Berry juice runs down my chin An untamed taste invited in On the moss we are immortal Where the morning will begin With berry-stained fingers and dandelions
11.
I'll see you again in Rue du Chat-Qui-Pêche When tables are laid out and we're both free I'll give up my business and you'll settle down We'll knock up a family for us in Paris I'll say goodbye to all of my flings Give up my toys, my booze I won't hound your friends and I'll stop keeping tabs And of course I'll be fine with whatever you choose But if you say no, I will never forgive I'll burn down your memory as long as I live I get what I want, I'm not wrong I'm making it easy so just play along Divorce your drab wife, give her the slip Take up my offer, a fully-paid trip I dream of you here in my suite The glass and the steel, they feel incomplete Below in the fray of Rue du Chat-Qui-Pêche Onions are frying and burgundy flows I made reservations I hope that’s swell And also I bought you a set of brand-new clothes I can't wait to hear the sound of your voice Or to wire you money to bring you to me You found my glass slipper, now what do you say? What could go wrong for us in Paris?
12.
Bunny 03:11
The birds fly down and greet me The bees make golden honey The puppies beg for belly rubs But I'm not satisfied I want to see a bunny The peonies shake their crimson lips The bobcat smiles sunny The salmon run the water wheel But I'm not satisfied I want to see a bunny I cannot go to a bunny shop And see a bunny hop The thicket is a hostile place To the furless human race Deep within the thorny twigs The bunny lives in cozy digs Free to feast your summer squash But not for long Not for long The parking lot paved 'oer the field With gooey yuppy money From clover patch to pancake brunch It's freshly squeezed I'm not appeased I want to see a bunny
13.
Who's on your mind When you are far Who's at the wheel When you nap in the car Who scoops the cone And wipes up the tear Who sings to you When no one can hear Who signs the cards And who folds the bills Who doesn't flip When fountain ink spills Who dabs the sting From the scab of a fight Who tucks you in at night? Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, ooh, ooh, ooh Who shakes the tree And rakes up the leaves Who can you trust To always believe Who listens close To words that you say Takes them to heart Invites them to stay Wherever you go A harbor anew A terminal gate On the airline you flew Who's at the stairs At the end of that flight Who tucks you in, yeah Who tucks you in Who tucks you in at night?

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This 13-track album pulls from jazz, musical theatre, art song and American songbook styles - taking listeners on a sonic journey that captures human stories of life, love and loss.

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released May 21, 2021

Songs by Morris & Rivers

Music by Lecco Morris
Lyrics by Justin K. Rivers
Produced by Joel Moss
Music Directed by Assaf Gleizner
Co-arranged by Lecco Morris, Assaf Gleizner
Orchestrated by Assaf Gleizner
Additional Orchestrations by Lecco Morris
Mixed and Mastered by Joel Moss
Production Assistant - Vincent Fazio
Engineered by Ariel Shafir, Jim Mastrianni
Recorded at Dreamland Studios in West Hurley, NY
Additional recording at Jim Mastrianni’s Studio

Photography by Drew Bordeaux, Richard Lovrich

COPYRIGHT © MORRIS & RIVERS MUSIC 2021 (BMI)
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Vocals - KIMBERLY HAWKEY
Piano - ASSAF GLEIZNER
Drums - JAMISON ROSS
Drums - JERRY MAROTTA (track 7)
Bass - DYLAN PERRILLO
Alto Saxophone - ADAM SIEGEL
Trumpet - RHYS TIVEY
Clarinet - JONATHAN GREENE
Tabla - ROB MEYSON
Tenor Saxophone - MARTY PETERS
Violin 1 - ADRIANNA MATEO
Violin 2 - TALLIE BRUNFELT
Viola - JOCELYN PAN
Cello - ANDREW NIELSON
French Horn - ERIN PAUL
Bassoon - MAYA STONE (track 5)
Bassoon - ANDREA CHUNG (track 11)
Guitar - JOEL BROWN
Accordion - ALBERT BEHAR
Harp - HANNAH COPE JOHNSON

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Kimberly Hawkey New York, New York

Kimberly Hawkey’s artistry transcends time. With immortal songs – jazz, Broadway, folk – and a
crystalline voice, the NY-based artist transports audiences into a world of beauty, offering an
unforgettable shared experience. Kimberly fully inhabits captivating melodies and cinematic lyrics – conjuring vistas of the heart
for a modern age in need of vintage, time-tested soul sustenance.
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