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Cheap Love

by Adrian Knight

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My current job was getting me down Hand-in-hand would turn my life around The naked truth was kind of tame My jive puts Abagnale to shame I knew I wanted you young and full of life Someone to share all the love that money can buy Someone to iron my ties and fix me drinks when I'm dry Never thought we'd meet in the flesh Now you want to say goodbye Just on all fours for cash I can't believe my eyes A lifetime of savings out the window tonight I used to be this guy you'd pass by I was never known to cross the line But recently I find myself stewing in a prison cell The press just couldn't be more in love with me Colleagues and friends will get their kicks guaranteed I'm just head over heels Waiting for my blood to congeal Did I not make you laugh? Now I've got to watch you cry I paid you time-and-a-half Guess I should let it slide A lifetime of savings out the window tonight Never thought we'd meet in the flesh Now you want to say goodbye Just on all fours for cash I can't believe my eyes A lifetime of savings out the window tonight
2.
Guilt 03:58
I went through death yesterday, and life today Seems I will never understand. I walked on rainy roads, and lost my way, I'm out of touch with my demands. I won’t circle your house tonight or call you on the phone Don’t even have enough of me. I’ll sit inside with a beer, retarded and stoned, Nervous like Anthony. Mr. Jones and I were talking over dinner boring each other to pieces, I think that he the loser, and I the sinner, enjoy the comfort of distress. I have an apartment in central town I keep on chasing my own shadow, When I am distraught I act the clown and drill a hole in my windows So I can see out from this merciless cell of lonely hours built I take a sip of the nightly air, and all is well, I almost feel no guilt. So through the night of reckless fighting Sever the arms of my hatchet man I live a dream, and dream a life, with my eyes glued to the minute hand.
3.
I think it's a bit obscene Down on Seymour you can see them go The red and the blue, yellow and green Is it Christmas already? Oh no You're laughing at me in fear but my daughters are all in a trance I like it just fine when they are near Life is too short for just one romance For 10 years I cared for them They had everything that they could want I gave them more love than any best friend They were true to me, then they were gone Ooooh girls My Cleveland girls My pride and joy Where did you go Don't you think I know you're out there… They got me so confused Were their feelings something they could hide? I can accept being charged with abuse But my love for them has not died A man needs a family Someone he can lean on in a crunch Don't be afraid, come back to me Life is too short for just one on ones. You caught me at 53 A life well spent as far as I'm concerned You can put me away, I'm down on my knees I wish them many a happy return Ooooh girls My Cleveland girls My pride and joy Where did you go Don't you think I know you're out there…
4.
Another day goes by, Another day without my medicine. I'm saving it for tonight. You can sit alone and profess your sacred innocence on the telephone. My wedding dress in blue, you can toss it with the evidence, all the bad times too. I know you wanna be a star, but I know where you really are. Who will save you? I'll be your backup lady. When you come running she'll be there. She'll forget all the maybe's when you meet her at midnight on a public square. Secrets travel far in this town. It takes a man to ride the tangent plane. It's time to say goodbye to the mother of your child. Sweet yet compassion-free is what you used to be. Everybody gets handed down The couples at The Wren now look at me and speculate, Who's her handsome friend? He still hangs around, thinks he's heading for the pearly gates, jumping up and down. As long as I can walk, we'll just have to sit and wait, drinking on the clock. I know you wanna be a star, but I know where you really are. Who will save you? I'll be your backup lady. When you come running she'll be there. She'll forget all the maybe's when you meet her at midnight on a public square. Secrets travel far in this town. It takes a man to ride the tangent plane. It's time to say goodbye to the mother of your child. Sweet yet compassion-free is what you used to be. Everybody gets handed down
5.
Jeffrey Lionel was a dangerous man, remembered for the 17 that he silenced. Wisconsin knew he was not like the others. But none of these will make you understand. Better stick to the original plan. There was a time when you could see him smiling, playing pranks on his miserly brothers, the promise of dreamless sleep in his hand. North 25th street just south of West Highland avenue A brief stint in the hot seat, Tracy was glad to be alive. Day after day Week after week Just to see it all go to waste A desperate man will take a chance in the night Poverty and despair can be stifling A routine job in a modest apartment $50 makes it seem alright He's got a drill and he is good with a knife His camera flashes and your heart rate is rising You're fading fast but he's not even started A speck of dust in the grand design North 25th street just south of West Highland avenue A brief stint in the hot seat, Tracy was glad to be alive. Day after day Week after week Just to see it all go to waste. Day after day Week after week Just to see it all go to waste. Day after day Week after week Just to see it all go to waste.
6.
Sinkhole 04:10
I look up and I see only sky I look around and I’m searching for a sign and I look at all the people who populate the screen I see them walking the line like they’re living in a dream You come out from the shadows and the sameness in which you wallow And you find that your wife has gone Makes you wonder if you ever had one Do you lie about your age Do you dye your hair Do you fake a fit of rage just to get out of there
7.
Long shadows in the night (I gave you my love, every day) Black rope to hold you tight (Save it for life, don't give it away) Don't tell me anything. (You make me want things I can't have) What will tomorrow bring? (You make me feel so much when you're sad.) I can see it. Clear blue sky. I can feel it. Deep dark eyes. I can see. (chorus) Suddenly the bones crack like the moon A living work of art Now you see it, now you don't Magic feeling, quiet break off Dark clouds bearing down on the airpark I've been holding on to a cheap love Much closer than before Thrilling to be so lost in a dream But who could ask for more? The light in her deep dark eyes when she screamed I can see them. Deep dark eyes. I can feel them. Deep dark eyes. I can see. (chorus) Suddenly the bones crack like the moon A living work of art Now you see it, now you don't Magic feeling, quiet break off Dark clouds bearing down on the airpark I've been holding on to a cheap love I can see it. I can feel it.

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"It’s the way those notes smoosh together; the musical equivalent of moon-eyed desire, played out on an electric piano that makes them glisten under the peripheral wash of slow-sweeping disco strobes. It’s a romantic record, but not of a romance I’ve ever known – too smooth and faultless to bear consideration to anxiety and blundering first date conversation, its shoes and ass shimmering through the pixelated slap of drum machine, and assured strides scooping up every momentary minor key in an embrace of lush, artificially warm resolution. Synths slur like candlelight bending, and Adrian’s voice slides against itself as two hot bath taps of lubricated soul.

He’s a mysterious figure – a dancefloor silhouette – and his melodies predominantly evade the instant gratification of catchy, romantic declaration in favour of weaving, syncopated metaphor; delightful strings of chords twirl me in their arms, organically, unexpectedly, carrying me away and tugging me gently in again. And yet, in spite of its seductive enigma, Cheap Love is undoubtedly a bedroom record. Everything is small in scale, and while its aspirations may daydream into woozy, hot pink cocktail bars, there is an essence of isolation that dips the album’s romantic proficiency in longing, or an intangible fantasy – Knight is forbidden from the nightlife of Lionel Richie by the crimson fog of Cocteau Twins, whispering sweet nothings to a binary wall that never whispers it back."

Jack Chuter, ATTN:Magazine

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released January 23, 2014

Words and music by Adrian Knight.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Adrian Knight. All vocals, backing vocals, synth, drum machine, cymbals, percussion, guitars, bass performed Adrian Knight and recorded at home in Brooklyn, NY.

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