Soda & Sympathy

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Recorded during an otherwise stifling stretch of unemployment, Soda and Sympathy is Zapruder Point's "return-to-solo" album, with all voices and instruments provided by Dan. This is also the first ZP disc made in the Garageband-equipped "French Excellence" basement. Thanks to the digital environment, some tracks get scuffed up a little -- looped and warped and whanot -- but for the most part it's steady-as-she-goes, from the first honest Billy Bragg rip "So Says the Captain" to the Johnny Cashian title track to the mumbled cod-reggae of "A History of Matinees." All this plus covers of Justin Roberts, Rainer Maria, and a pair of instrumentals.

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released January 1, 2008

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Zapruder Point Chicago, Illinois

In 1999, Dan Phillips created Zapruder Point, writing and recording under that alter ego / band name for 17 fruitful years in Chicago. Now settled in the Northside neighborhood of Cincinnati, he’s begun to feel his way around his beautiful new city while performing as a solo acoustic act. Originally from Cleveland, he's performed with Bill Fox, Jason Molina, Bowerbirds and others. ... more

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Track Name: The Next Thing You Know
THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW

sharon lives upstairs from us she's raising a pair of girls
she lets 'em drink at home instead of out there in the world
cause it's a scary world
and she loves her girls

peter rides his bike to work it's better for the air
swearing at the motorists saying hey you watch out where
you are going where
right into the air

jane's a shopaholic in a crisp ramones t-shirt
charging her devices working out until it hurts
cause it's of little worth
if it doesn't hurt

and the professionals pack bottles and cut out for half the day
and i think most of them are jerks but then again okay
if they're just scenery
then they're the same as me

and the next could be a story maybe more so than a show
the next could be a woman or the traffic down below
and the next thing isn't happiness cause happiness comes slow
and the next one's not a thing at all and the next thing that you know
the next thing you know
so just let it go
Track Name: So Says the Captain
SO SAYS THE CAPTAIN

through windshields and windows
plasmas and portables
how the camera on the crash seems awfully still
now if this were real you would see
it shaking like a leaf
though the stocks and scores would surely scroll on by

and the captain comes on
taps the mic and clears his throat
tries out a little joke on us
and the captain comes on
and he murders every line he's fed
and he's never sorry for that forecast

and our gadgets shall be screaming
our heroines await
we will see their tan lines half a mile away
on the daily rags decomposing
open on our laps
they will bloody all our lotioned fingers black

and the captain comes on
says he built this nest of wires for us
as soft as feathers now i'll bet
and the captain comes on
and he murders every line he's fed
and he's never sorry for that forecast

and the captain comes on
and he says it should be over soon
but he won't take questions oh no
and the captain comes on
and he says it won't be over soon
and he's never sorry for that forecast
Track Name: Our Dying Mall
OUR DYING MALL

pretend to be taking it well
just a 20 minute ride from your hotel
the pavement cracks and swells
the cream facade the aqua marine shell
it was always ugly as hell

now burned on the backs of your eyes
our dying mall reflects a dying light
you could catch that earlier flight
but you're worried that you'll never quite arrive

well come on

you've suffered long enough
my dear dear dear industry
it's suffered long enough
my dear dear dear industry
Track Name: Red White & Blue Plastic Cups
RED WHITE & BLUE PLASTIC CUPS

gather round gather round
we're the only show in town
round gather round
we're the only show in town
we'll lead you where to eat
and we'll even help you wash it down
someone else can clean up all the cups we scattered on the ground

lock it down lock it down
said the only show in town
lock it down lock it down
said the only show in town
we'll keep you occupied
but we'll never make you safe and sound
someone else can clean up all the cups we scattered on the ground

down quiet down
said the only show in town
down keep it down
said the only show in town
and when we sail away
we'll be wondering did they wave or drown
someone else can dig up all those weapons that we never found
Track Name: An Arm & A Leg
AN ARM AND A LEG

the portions that we'd come to expect
the platters piled with gold so read
required a threat
an arm an a leg

with no excuses no regrets
just corner some fossil markets
and put it to bed
an arm and a leg

so late one summer overhead
these two commercial jets
covered the spread
an arm and a leg

and they never even see us sweat
just burn them bones and jet
the wicked'll rest
an arm and a leg

and the portions that we've come to expect
go uninterrupted
we set in the west
an arm and a leg
Track Name: Soda & Sympathy
SODA AND SYMPATHY

everyone you know has been so patient
as they try to talk you down from what you want
you're well aware that it could probably kill you
blinking like a dazzled debutante
and you know that you could never quite repay them
if you were to live a dozen centuries
surprise yourself that you would even want to
call it what you like but that's a sort of sympathy

thinking on your second or third cousin
who never seems to put the sugar down
you see him once a year around this season
and every time he looks a bigger clown
and you know it's not your job that you teach him
not to swallow every soda that he sees
surprise yourself that you would even want to
call it what you like but that's a sort of sympathy

everyone you know has been so patient
but again you never gave them any choice
how you gonna dis on all your sisters
how you gonna front on all your boys
warm your hands and build another story
let your misadventures burn in effigy
you're blown away that you would even bother
call it what you like but that's a sort of sympathy
call it what you like but sympathy's divinity
say it once again that sympathy's divinity
Track Name: Protest Record
PROTEST RECORD

i'm gonna write a protest record
i'm gonna finally set the record straight
from good to great
i'm gonna sing it clean and heartfelt
gonna make the bleeding hearts melt down
with the slightest sound

when i was young i thought i held the truth
in every book i tried to read
now that i'm older and i've finished quite a few
i see it's stickier than i ever could have guessed
but anyway

i'm gonna write a verse and chorus
gonna swing from trees to forest out
without a doubt
cause we've made ourselves a monster
from presidents to porn stars all
fifty feet tall

and i'm another obese citizen
who wants his movies mailed on time
and if andrew jackson still gets me a half a tank
just where do i get off where's that line i gotta cross
and oh my

when i was young i thought i held the truth
in every pimple on my face
now that i'm older no it's not so cut and dried
but still i gotta try to try to say something good like

i'm gonna write a protest record
i'm gonna finally set the record straight
until it breaks again
Track Name: The Workforce
THE WORKFORCE

all my friends back at school came from money
and you couldn't ever shut 'em up
with no loans to pay
you can agitate
so much

but that's a dumb little limp little finger
i should fold it like a phony gun
adding emphasis
but it impresses
no-one—no-one

and in the shiniest hoods in the city
they don't gotta but they work from home
the creative class
never understaffed
oh no

meanwhile the kids don't deserve any credit
but they never seem to get enough
taking five fingers
til it's five figures
of stuff—just stuff

whatever color the collar
whatever coast line you see
however wasted your efforts seem
it's a sort of sympathy

and you can try to make it better
but it might just come out worse
and you can say you were never a joiner but
i wanna join the force
i wanna be part of the force
Track Name: A History Of Matinees
A HISTORY OF MATINEES

entertainment on the cheap
a matinee
nothing heavy nothing deep
a matinee
and the first killing
is so graphic it's surreal
and everybody squeals

the second one is not as cool
it starts a trail
of bloody hands and bodies bruised
it's hard to tell
what our man's become
with every neck he cracks
but everybody laughs

and the lights come up
and it's dark outside
and the papers and the streets
are full of sports and war and more besides
so we'll find a diner
or maybe just a dive
and eat and drink and hide
Track Name: Dumbing Down The Takeout
DUMBING DOWN THE TAKEOUT

sleet sprays under lincoln lights
a call comes in
they want their spices on the side
they'll never win
and the condo's shadow's taupe
then charcoal grey
and their ladder's never rope
they're here to stay

you can smile all you want
but your money's no good here
you're taking what you take away alone

and the condo's shadow's smoke
then dark as slate
between laurie's and the marshall arts
old glory waves
sleet sprays under lincoln lights
line out the door
same table separate checks
whatever for

you can smile all you want
but your money's no good here
you're taking what you take away alone
Track Name: Bad Man
BAD MAN

i turn on the radio
the radio is dying
from single-serve digital
and the president is on the air
and the radio is dying
in the gulf of mexico

he's a bad bad man i know
but i still wish he would show

and in the car parks and the rooftops
all the neighbors' souls are flying
as the rescue gets postponed
and the president is on the air
and i can hear him smiling
through the popping microphones

he's a bad bad man i know
but i wish that he would show

he's a bad bad man i know
but i still think he should show
though