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Stray Cat Kingdom

by Loren Berí

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1.
The Shwick A terrifying light I wonder what it is Gentrification sights Moving in on time Painting everywhere An ash tray of an alley A poem to the air I think this one looks like a trip Do you think she made this one strip? I wish that I could feel like that Oh no I guess my art is shit I want you To move me I want to move Out of the country I want to remember my parents I want to wake up in Berlin ‘Till then My Brooklyn is better than yours My Brooklyn is better than yours My friends would all agree But my friends are all on tour I left a girl in LAX We called it love but it was sex I try to hear her voice sometimes in Bryant Park when I'm alone I wrote that in twelve other songs I think I don't mean this at all We called it sex but it was love I guess the feeling comes and goes Like I do I think I thought I loved you So I moved To the other side of the world To the other coast so I could brunch So I could toast and say My Brooklyn is better than yours My Brooklyn is better than yours My friends would all agree But my friends are all on tour Trash spray-painted gold ‘Neath neon names Sell outs can't be sold In a stray cat kingdom Now nowhere’s home Everywhere else is five years ago In a magnificent bubble In an oblivious bubble In a stray cat kingdom Strays say My Brooklyn is better than yours My Brooklyn is better than yours My friends would all agree But my friends are all on tour My Brooklyn is better than yours My Brooklyn is better than yours My friends would all agree But my friends are all on tour
2.
There is Alby who has everything And Dogen who loves nothing Kusama’s by the polka dotted blinds Watts cures you of your taboo Shunryu sighs untrue is true As Kahlo’s staring daring death to cry Greta’s Inn floats out of time and space As if Escher designed with grace Someplace downtown no one will ever find Look I’m such a broken artist but you know I come from money At least until I spent it on the wine Oh no it’s not like me to drink I think I’ll sink right into velvet Even Julian thinks the singer is sublime She’s got an attitude like chocolate laced with poison in the middle You want a bite and then you lose your mind Or it’s the other way around Her voice the sound when you go crazy Only mad ones make this place fake any time In a mist the Bowery kissed At Bleecker and what was Learning nothing lasts forever yet something also does Zo was no one when he got here He’ll be no one when he’s gone Learning nothing lasts forever Yet something dances on In a very tall tower So high it touches clouds In the center of the city In sunlight like a shroud The man in a blue suit Who saw where time went Says I don’t know what I sang But this is what I meant In a mist the Bowery kissed At Bleecker and what was Learning nothing lasts forever yet something also does Zo was no one when he got here He’ll be no one when he’s gone Learning nothing lasts forever Yet something dances on In a very tall tower So high it touches clouds In the center of the city In sunlight like a shroud The man in a blue suit Who saw where time went Says I don’t know what I sang But this is what I meant
3.
Ten million dollars And a ticket to leave At cross streets manic And inherited money I bought a Blue Bird school bus And a Diana monkey For a trip cross country Enshrined in a mist With a band I had formed Which did not exist At cross streets manic And no longer funny I set fire to the last of my unearned money Poor little rich boy Going broke in the rain Rolling stone More like a blown out flame Poor little rich boy Going broke in the rain Rolling stone More like a blown out flame Cross streets unoriginal And sounds like Dylan An impression of me Singing someone else is the villain To the moon eyed broker Make me less broke Rolling stone More like a stumbling joke At the corner of karma And no longer funny I set fire to the last of my unearned money Poor little rich boy Going broke in the rain Rolling stone More like a blown out flame Poor little rich boy Going broke in the rain Rolling stone More like a blown out flame Screaming at the paupers of Broadway I’m the play In the French Quarter a stranger’s whisper sets the scene Good morning Prince Vladimir Good morning Prince Vladimir Good morning Prince Vladimir Whatever that means The last act watches on from the wings Poor little rich boy Going broke in the rain Rolling stone More like a blown out flame Poor little rich boy Going broke in the rain Rolling stone More like a blown out flame Good morning Prince Vladimir Whatever that means The last act watches on from the wings
4.
Genesis 2.0 03:30
Daddy was a basketball star Mother the diplomat Saving Bulgaria Home in time for brunch Dad invented rock and roll Last life he was Chopin He told me I was Georges Bizet He influenced me again this way I was on the lazy suz Spinning moniker Master DJ Jew When Mom threw away the LSD The VCR still talks to me What’d you lose? I don’t know Who lost who? I don’t know Gran pa pá was Einstein’s right hand man Gran ma má made all their master plans J.M. Barrie, her biggest fan She gave him the cred for Peter Pan Winston Churchill was Daddy’s God Dad That’s how I have his black dog Nero sits beside the windowsill Smokes his pipe and chooses birds to kill What’d you lose? I don’t know Who lost who? I don’t know Forever wants a truce? I think so Yet who lost who? I don’t know Mum created crystal radio Her second love Genesis 2.0 Studied Phil Collins on the way to school I mistook reverb for God Where was Reverb the day Dad died We lost him at the free throw line Scoreboards set him free If you see Dad tell him I love him And the next drink’s on me What’d you lose? I don’t know Who lost who? I don’t know Forever wants a truce? I think so Yet who lost who? I don’t know
5.
YOLO Crayon 04:01
I’m sorry Letter to myself I’ve prayed all the questions I’ve prayed the answers as well I’m hopeless Hopelessly in love With the idea of a self The self having ideas Who am I to fake Like this is my real name I came here for the drinks I stayed here for the fame YOLO Crayon YOLO Crayon I thought I was the thought I was and now I'm not YOLO Crayon YOLO Crayon I’m breaking Scribing my own mind It’s not the thoughts that hurt It’s all the space and time Mistaking The mirror for the mime I woke up in a play Lost my line suffice to say I’m leaving I’ve left this note behind It’s not that I am gone I’ve turned into a rhyme YOLO Crayon YOLO Crayon I thought I was the thought I was and now I'm not YOLO Crayon YOLO Crayon Passive aggressive robots Writing emails in the rain Everyone you know for tea on the lawn You’re so, so polite, you’re cruel when they’re gone Self-immolating robots Cure depression though they save a strain They feed it all your time to keep it alive It escaped, that’s why their laugh is insane YOLO Crayon YOLO Crayon I thought I was the thought I was and now I'm not YOLO Crayon YOLO Crayon I thought I was the thought I was and now I'm not

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released July 20, 2022

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Loren Berí Brooklyn, New York

Loren Berí’s forthcoming debut EP 'Stray Cat Kingdom' is inhabited by madcap characters and intersecting storylines in an alternate version of Brooklyn. Set to synth-pop, a cast of artists in New York arrive, fall out with one another, meet their heroes, or become heroes themselves. -Larry Fitzmaurice ... more

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