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Every Last Romance

by Motion Picture

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1.
Do you know the patterns of her motions Do not verse the way she feels I still remember all the angles Of how she ambles and how she breathes And every word she speaks to me Begins to color all I see And variations of her emotions Paint these artless memories So I brush in the scenery And it’s a building of a portion of The way we used to be But all of these moments and each movement I can’t imagine are meant for me Did I remember the romantic splendor Or is she just a failing dream? And every word she spoke to me If I listened carefully Was a creation of my devotion To her presence on the screen So I dream of these memories And it’s a building of a portion of The things we couldn’t be
2.
“Are you the same girl Who’s framed inside all my picture slides?” “Yes, I’m the same, and I’m promising That bedded don’t mean wedded, if you want me.” “So are you saying that you Have held out for me somehow?” “Well, ‘holding out’ and ‘holding out hope’ Are close enough for us just now.” “No – you’ve aged quite faster Than I’d like to say. And now it seems I’ve sold my dreams To an antiquated age.” “A thirty year-old schoolgirl stops Dreaming the day she turns twenty.” “Then that is why I’d not recognize You from a girl past forty-three.” “If you’d aged more slowly My fondness would remain. And now it seems that all my dreams Are simply out-of-date.” “If you’d aged more slowly My fondness would remain. And now it seems that all my dreams Are simply out-of-date.”
3.
Now you see how I’ve reddened Do you think I can turn this flush Into a festive blush, all the while Think of you as the others do? With each simper you’re cheating me There’s a lesson learned For each head you turn But that’s the reason I’m courting you And I confess I still like you best But since I wished on you traits like these Vanity, glamour, and style I learned the heir is me To what is called envy Once, I’ve worked out my best plan A faithful drama to your faithless act Then you object to my sudden flair And ask me first to top wooing her Since your flourish is so well-played I’d appreciate, if it’s not too late Then I’ll carry you off with me I’d like this fight to please end tonight But since I wished on you traits like these Vanity, glamour, and style I learned the heir is me To what is called envy
4.
These last days I’ve been thinking About what I’d say when we meet I’m not so keen on traditional greetings But more so when it comes time to leave While I walk you home I’ll stumble through a poem If you’d be so kind to smile Or blush for awhile While I walk you home I’ll hold you quite close Provided I’m invited to stay In the customary way If you ask how the second act plays I’ll say that it sure bests the first And if you plead you’re still green And wearing white I don’t think I would call that a curse While I walk you home I’ll profess my love to you Then what will you do?
5.
Just where has Kaye gone And what has she seen? Does she still animate when she’s talking? I do not doubt that she knows All her butterflies are made of plastic A memory unstyled of Kaye’s earnest smile Is a simple gift that resonates forever I imagine Kaye does not know Exactly how she fashioned this perfection Inside the breeze Are three words sent from me And I’ll listen if someday The breeze returns my way
6.
Don’t say that on the morning we met That I was indifferent Because I made a point to be nearer your umbrella Yes, the sound the rain made affected me, honestly And when the mist drifts over the lake It mixes in time with my every breath I know it’s not your cigarettes Because you asked me for matches And I shook my head While turning the page I was skimming, honestly One-hundred and seven words went by Before you let out a sigh Joining the mist – the only friend that I’d made But it was just eleven And I don’t count the rain, honestly I think that this act made us familiar Is that why you gazed over? I hear you’re still searching For a boy bestowing matches But even if I had carried them In the rain they’d be useless But I suppose you knew that, honestly
7.
Not long past the age thirteen A schoolgirl came to me She asked ‘Am I pretty?’ And I suppose I thought she bought My line which said she was a beauty Her knee socks they were knocking As I versed something quite shocking So she sent me to the mistress of her house Who asked me to recite it in private And then undo her blouse Forgetting my schoolboy charm The number of lovers I realized was greater Attracting wives with boring lives Who care not you’re fourteen When they’re pushing forty Did you know that I’d rather be bashful Than full of charm or peak my bravado And give her a mouthful Of how she looks youthful My teenage years were spent like this Turning my charm into a bliss I do believe I was deceived Because all I did receive Was the purring of her pleasure And, no, I didn’t love her Forgetting my schoolboy charm The number of lovers I realized was greater Attracting wives with boring lives Who care not you’re fourteen When they’re pushing forty Did you know that I’d rather be bashful Than full of charm or peak my bravado And give her a mouthful Of how she looks youthful Forgetting my schoolboy charm
8.
Even though I cannot create The words to write for her tonight I’m trying anyway You can tell by my pen’s mistakes That I’m the worst at crafting verse I cannot count the ways I can’t write love letters to my girl And that is why I know I’ll lose her still I can print the time and date Above her name then I refrain And leave the letter blank Now you know when I explain ‘The written word can’t capture her’ I’ve failed to rhyme again I can’t write love letters to my girl And that is why I know I’ll lose her still I can’t write love letters to my girl
9.
There’s no smile On the face of the girl before my eyes She’s silent still Her picture remains to tell me why Saw Jane yesterday Saw Jane yesterday This ‘sunrise’ It grooms but it ruins me for awhile Please Jane might I Hold you in my mind for just one time? So I could be A boy missing you while you miss me Saw Jane yesterday Saw Jane yesterday
10.
I guess that if pressed, I’d have to confess I’m a fool to think that I know her But I cannot contain these clichés I say Or reflections about her perfections And that is why I still embrace All the pictures I see of her ‘immortal face’ And that is why I still rejoice At the words that I hear from that ‘hypnotic voice’ While these words give praise withholding her name Cannot truly veil her identity My only defense is that I’m in love And she must have known this would happen And that is why I still embrace All the pictures I see of her ‘immortal face’ And that is why I still rejoice At the words that I hear from that ‘hypnotic voice’

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Motion Picture’s debut and inaugural release by the Minneapolis-based Words On Music label. Recorded as a demo in the band's home recording studio, Every Last Romance is a fascinating slice of 1990s indie and twee pop and an endeavor whose charm shines through despite its lo-fi production.

The album is a collection of ten heart-achingly skeletal songs of Felt-infused meandering guitar melodies and stately cello lines.

The title track features Eric Ostermeier's cautious vocal delivery punctuated by uplifting delayed guitars. "While I Walk You Home" is the most infectious song on the album, propelled by spry cello melodies.

The velvety "Fond Affections For Kaye" is an optimistic reflection on a long lost love. "A Round Sour Morning" alternates between a 5/4 and 6/4 meter, bringing to mind Down Colorful Hill-era Red House Painters. "She Talked, Laughed, And Walked Away," closes the album with a tribute to silver screen goddess Greta Garbo.

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released March 3, 1998

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Motion Picture Minneapolis, Minnesota

Formed in 1992, the plaintive and contemplative songs of Minneapolis' Motion Picture calls to mind the lush fragility of Belle & Sebastian, the lovelorn lyricism of Trembling Blue Stars, and the sophisticated melodic stamp of early Felt. The heart-wrenching music merges guitar and cello melodies into arrangements that are at once idyllic in essence and elaborate in structure. ... more

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