Manager No. 7
The last of the “official” managers of the Cafe and Diner, the smaller but still as luminescent morning star. For her playlist I really wanted to capture the essence of No. 7, her complicated upbringing, her even more complicated parents, and the small specks of light she brought to the Cafe. Her genres are a mix of bubblegrunge and as much Pacific Northwest Indie as I could find. Her themes deal mostly with her relationships, the good, the bad, the ugly, and the ones she couldn’t run from.
-D.H.
A dark and windy Vancouver
A black day in December
She sees the worst is yet to come, yeah
A big wave on the horizon
This is your pride
I've given you nothing but time
Gone so quickly
When do you start missing me?
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up
And a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
"Our daughter, Judith?
You must be mistaken
You mean the girl we raised as if our own?
We loved her so much, she felt like our child
But eventually, we had to send her home"
My mother says that
Rain is angels
Who are crying
Up in heaven
And i believe that
'Cause when sad things happen
It starts raining
It's been raining
It's been raining
For awhile now
And it's Birds and heights and movie credits
Crowds and puppets, dying in a fire
Being washed right out to sea
Losing all of my front teeth
Being buried half-alive
Bugs that burrow deep inside
Wild dogs, and things like that
Domesticated mice and rats
Not all of them, just their feet
Or that my whole life could be sleep
Ferris-wheels and certain blues
Oh, but mainly losing you
Cause it's, it's kind of like I've made that hole so
I might as will sit here on my own
And I, I contemplate what it is I want
So I can decide if this is working or not
And it's not, I know, but where can I go?
When I love his whole, but his parts are so broken
And I've hurt before and there's still a hole
But I promised I'd give this a go
When I was a baby, I was blessed by a stranger
In waters I didn't understand
And now I'm infected with disbelief and blasphemy
I'll never have a holy land
I am a ghost in the eyes of my God
But I will transcend
And vomit this loser out of me
I will become the next big thing
I will light myself on fire
It's time to get out of bed
And be the starchild I can be
And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
Cause I'm back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide, I'ma tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night
Wake up, say good morning to
That sleepy person lying next to you
If there's no one there, then there's no one there
But at least the war is over
