Sanfransisters

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released February 16, 2005

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Dream Bitches New York, New York

Dream Bitches are: originally a duo consisting of longtime pals Yoko OK and Annabelle Zakaluk, then expanded into a full band situation that had a few incarnations. Now on hiatus for the past five years... a reunion is never impossible (the founding members reside in the Bay Area of California!) Please write to us at dreambiotch@gmail.com if you have a show idea: one never knows. ... more

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Track Name: ASAP my LOVE
ASAP my LOVE

She's thin and cheap like a spiral book. You're the one I'm gonna stick to, look! He's the gold that I am after. I'm the modern-day carpetbagger. Staring from a window seat, on the china bus (February 13th). Avoiding chit-chat with the other cheap romantic distanced lovers.

Coming into Boston, sitting on the right- see all the familiar sights? All ten places I know to have mafia pizza on Comm Ave. Got a pineapple pie with no cheese and climbed the church on Cabot Street. The three of us at 2 AM, when we were so heartbroken.

I'll sing myself into the ground and cringe when I play back the tape. I remind myself of city snow - it's hard to stick when you're a flake! The straining voices of my old aging rock and roll idols, blasting in car stereo out on the Pacific Coast.

1. Palm trees in the wind
2. Hazy pinkish skies
3. Old decrepit signs
4. Neon fucking lights
(Tell me that I shine)

I will get a sunburned face, through plastic windows, scratched and lined. The highway sunlight shows a trace of kisses from my valentine.

"ASAP, my LOVE! Let's run away to Calgary. Let happenstance save the day
I wouldn't have it any other way!"

These shapes sort of look like words, but they fall short of what I mean. This distance stuck between us hurts, but it sure beats proximity.
Track Name: Dream Bitch
Dream Bitch

A behavioral relapse makes me worse than the very worst. My hair's in my face, my lips are slightly pursed. I should stop asking people if they like me and us because hardly anybody does. I should stop telling you, 'you might be the messiah'. Because you think you are too, and you aren't a liar.

The mark of the beast, I think it fits. An itchy rash like a 36. It happened the day I struck it rich. I turned into your main dream bitch. And that doesn't mean that I am mean. I was just a bitch inside your dream. Telling you terrible true things on your answering machine.

We are both wearing nothing but I am much colder than you. You have all the blankets but it's me who's wrapped up in the truth. It's much more than just a sidewalk square jammed between us on a walk. We don't even try to talk. I make sure you're not far off, from the corner of my eye. And you make sure to demand what I have written on my hand.

You're wearing a costume and a mask. And answering questions I never asked. You speak your way into boldness. Don't you see it's all that's left? This is all that's left.
Track Name: Atlantic City
A nearby city of sin
Where do I begin?
We took your car for it's last waltz
And our morality's assault

The hazy-ass boardwalk that costs $400
In that played-out family game
The salt water taffy all tastes the same.

A woman and a man drew us into the Sands
We won some money on a whim
Eighty quarters plunking into a metal bin.

Believe it or not, we were feeling pretty hot
So we hit the 99-cent store
I bought a hipster hat, Rehoboth Beach, where's that?
I found out that it's down the shore!

Atlantic City, by the Sea!
We drove together, you and me
Late September, early fall, I don't remember it at all.

We got matching socks that said Atlantic City
And a magnet for our future fridge
We were feeling higher up than the rollercoaster top
Ready to try our luck again!

But before we knew it, you guessed it, we blew it!
We had only a tiny stack
We got a tray of free drinks, and then what do you think?
We won all of those quarters back!

Withered old ladies, roasting in the weather
Their money got them to the top
Lucky and greedy, and sublimely happy,
Only death will make them stop!

Atlantic City, by the Sea!
We drove together, you and me
Late September, early fall, I don't remember it at all.

A garage collapsed on old Atlantic City
Only three weeks after we went
We were safe and sound, but your car was underground
Dreaming of the day we spent
Track Name: Laurel Tree
Laurel Tree


Leave me alone and you will see that I won’t wanna go when you ask me to.
Send me right home like I have a disease but persuade and say please it’s a task to do.
While I’m outside I can run I can hide you can try and decide how to capture me.
Always wanted to live in a laurel tree.
You’ll be happy to see that if you know me, you’ll wait by the phone for an hour or two.
I’m happy to hear I did not disappear but it seems pretty queer that you asked me to.
All of the day I have wasted away but if you want to play, well it’s fine with me.
Always wanted to live in a fantasy.

I’ll tell you what I want
I’ll live here forever
I’ll tell you just whether or not.

I'll show you what I've got
I'd give you forever
But you wouldn't like it a lot.

Find me a field where I can be free and you’ll find that I’ll come crawling back to you.
I want you to know I had fun at the show well let’s do it again, well if you want to.
Tell the whole town I’m enthroned I’ve been crowned I see you among them bowing down to me.
Always wanted to live among royalty.
Track Name: Love Letter Lullaby
tonight i read something that made my blood drain out of my hands and feet
it was a love letter to you, and it wasn't from me.
and all the things she said had so much more feeling than i had
and her words, while shining youth and angst were crafted, sweet and sad.
and she's like a kitty cat, and i am like a nail
she depends on you for happiness, all i do is impale.

but i need you more than a liar needs to lie.
this is my better than any love letter lullaby.

your words are just a passing of small waves that crash between your tongue and teeth
it was a nice truth you told me, but i couldn't believe
that you could mean it this time after every time that's come to pass
when i knew the answer to the question that i didn't wanna ask
and now i have regrets in me where there were none before
and now faces turn away from me, and i look at the floor.

but i need you more than a liar needs to lie.
this is my better than any love letter lullaby.
Track Name: Black & Gray
black and gray


waiting for me to return, conversation complete
you'd sit at your computer till it turned obsolete.
while i took off my shoes and fell asleep.

slipping in suburban slumber
my studio's half hangout, half hiding hole
and limbo and i are buddy-buddy
and grey space is my lover to be

i lie around, try not to breathe
within the wallpaper of this bedroom lies everything i need
and here i am, wondering why i'm not melting into the bed
and ally sheedy said, when you grow up your heart dies
and i think i'm on my way
when you grow up your heart dies

and i think i'm on my way, black and gray.


i learned the history of photography one day
i watched the slideshow speak of what i couldn't convey
and i opened my mouth but had nothing to say

drinking in the midnight darkroom
and spitting out what i exposed in the day
and filtered light is my energy
and negative space hangs out with me

i lie around, i close my eyes
i see daguerreotypes and other types of pictures in my mind
and there you are asking why i stopped liking the color red
the other day i read, when you slide past twenty-one
something starts to come undone
you are not the only one

and i think i'm on my way, black and gray.
Track Name: Fizzy Drinks
fizzy drinks


my inner monologue's gone away
it's melded with the speech of others
my days have begun to blend at the hip,
they're back to back, to one another.

this always happens, it's inevitable breathing
but i prefer breathing in to breathing out
i never preferred to dream.

and there's so many people that i really like
they don't know what to do with me
because they all breathe alike
and i'm hacking up lungs in their cup of tea

i'm curdling their fizzy drinks and loving every drop.
i never was a blender, and you were never better.

i walk down these streets and i can't, i can't believe
it's the same place as three years ago
it's my four-year movie set, that's about to unfold
what can i hold? what can i grab to stay afloat?

and there's so many people that i really like
they won't even look at me
they think i've done these awful things
and they're hacking up my heart like it's a piece of meat.

la-dee-da and tra-la-la are my dream tormentors
two pretty girls with knives, and the saddest lives.
don't worry girly, i'll be out of your pretty picture soon
don't you worry, don't you worry girly girl this afternoon!

i'm curdling their fizzy drinks and loving every drop.
i never was a blender, and you were never better.
Track Name: Tracey Emin
tracey emin


i sit on an airplane with my tray table full of lists.
i set my clock back three whole hours on my wrist.
i knock everything to the ground just as it's almost time to land.
i bend into the aisle, gather papers in my hands.

here's a list like tracey emin
all the people i've slept with in
a bed like mom and dad and jade
and countless girls and boys

i've made a list of cities i have eaten lunch in
i've had mcdonald's
in three continents, six countries
and now i am sick and full

i pick up a list of people i don't know
like rachel and lucy and ashley and jim
and here's a list of entities i've been

miss world and james iha
morgan le fay and gene simmons
magenta and delirium.

i sit in this attic a year after the perfect summer.
or was that the year before? what a bummer
i have all my papers spread around me on the carpet
my thin cheap spiral notebook, and dad's guitar

i pick up a list of people i don't know
like rachel and lucy and ashley and jim
and here's a list of entities i've been

miss world and james iha
morgan le fay and gene simmons
magenta and delirium
and here's a list of things that i've become

selfish and unspoiled
better than him, worse than you
and not knowing what's stepping to the plate
yet somewhat a predicter of our fate

i can't tell what's coming next
but i can take a wild guess
it's hard for me to stay impressed
we always think we have to be the best

i can't tell what's coming next
but i will always be impressed
i will always be impressed

i sit on an airplane with my tray table full of lists.
i set my clock ahead three whole hours on my wrist.
i knock everything to the ground just as it's almost time to land.
i bend into the aisle, gather papers in my hands.
Track Name: Other People's Mothers
Other people's mothers are collecting wicker baskets
And angel baby statues line their shelves
They display dried flower vases
on their gingham covered tables
It's the country look I don't want for myself.

Other peoples mothers have a living room you look at
an arm chair and a couch that's meant to last
so we hang out in the basement
where they keep the ugly sofa
and the boxes filled with childhoods from the past.

Our mothers once had babies
(and they named them Ann and Yoko)
We met once upon a time in seventh grade.
We became good friends in high school
'cause we had a lot in common
Small half-sisters Alessandra and Jade.

Other people's mothers always buy me nice hand lotion
scented candles, jars of bath salts or incense
And their sons will buy me something
that is clever and is cute
just to show they know me better than the rest.

Now our fathers have new daughters
And they're both in San Francisco
And they're both the cutest things we've ever seen
and we'll fly on out to see them
and we'll fly into the sunset
you and I, we'll cross the sky, we're quite the team!

we will one day meet your mother and will know without a doubt
that we'll wear our nicest sweater when we all go to eat out
and we'll buy her pretty flowers and we'll always be polite
and we'll bow our heads to pray even though it don't feel right
you and I will meet your mother and I hope it all goes well
---- but now who can really tell / they may say now go to hell!
(DREAM BITCHES ROCK IN HELL!)
Track Name: Song Storm
song storm


It was much less of a figure
Than a sticky motion picture
Complete with a soundtrack and a score.

Staring at hotel light fixtures
How many hotels have I slept in
How many names do I know altogether
How many numbers forever remembered
Why does your friend think I am somber?
Doesn't he know that we are birds of a feather
beads strung together
clouds of a weather
twins that were severed from a tree

I cringe thinking of it
The past pops up in song form
Staining the moment

And you and I are nothing but
A scribble in my notebook now
You and I are song form

She could never say anything right when talking so she writes
And I could never read clear so I sang.

Is what's real rational
And is there a good rationale
For wind being like a colorless flame
That slaps me on the street
And makes my face get red and hot
'Cause you and I are nothing but
A sentence ever so cleanly cut
A book that wasn't printed out
A page that no one knows about
A paper airplane crashes at my feet.