FOREIGN CAPITOLS

One-Way Mirror

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Fri, 15 Jul 2016 07:46:00 +0000

Another day through the one-way mirror
Memory full of weather
An ocean full of sky
I watched the moonlight crash
into yr garden of Atoms
In the witching hour

Just a needle drop
On a static age

Good Vibration
A chemical that waves
Goodbye to romance
It's getting old
Another dead end street
They've been paving gold

Tipping bottles to these unwed widow vampires in the light
The culture of the vultures circling the drain

LOVE/HATE Everyone

Even though the glass is empty

You still want to dance

AMERICAN SPIRIT

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 09 Dec 2015 13:51:00 +0000

(Berkovits | Homiak)

American Eagle flew the coop.

American Spirit,

American pain,

What's in a name?

My heart was broken long before...

Too soon?

Your skin it looked exquisite,

Like every boy in the band would play for your shadow.

I flew to Vicksburg on my own and clawed around with no one home.

American Eagle flew the coop,

American Spirit,

American pain,

What's in a name?

American Dream!

Indianapolis

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 19 Aug 2015 18:19:00 +0000

When I lie awake,

And I think of you,

Well my poor heart aches,

While you were sleeping,

I was dreaming,

And I wanted

Peace & love

And I wanted...

Hell below,

Until you let it go.

Made myself uptight,

Dreaming of you every night,

Yet I wake so lonely,

I don't think it's true,

I'm nothing without peace & love,

I'm nothing when I'm not with you,

Then I go to sleep,

And I dream of you.

Not Nebraska

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Tue, 18 Nov 2014 18:29:00 +0000

David Berkovits: music, vox, words

Scott Indrisek: vox, words

Scott Homiak: vox, words

This is why we

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Fri, 03 Oct 2014 23:26:00 +0000

A Way To See It

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Sun, 10 Aug 2014 12:30:00 +0000

it’s a pity that the flood
turned our castles into mud
let the ocean turn my way
before the sky turns it away

it’s a curse, it’s a dream
it’s a fatal wounded scream
sleeping dogs can never lie
said the tower to the sky

another mouth from the mother
another hand to another
wave hello, wave goodbye
waves collapse before they try

we don’t practice, we just preach
that the future’s out of reach
that the past is a disease
& the present can’t be beat

all carried away, ocean, sky, the rain parades through the garden is streams of golden breath, your hair falls across the highway as your mouth makes waste of the memories crashing across the dark, wet sea of haze, sitting still despite the ache in your bones, you are never alone, in the spring you ran away from the city, in the summer you fell for another left hook, and now the first thing that catches your eye is the weather of another.

2:22

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Sat, 17 May 2014 17:35:00 +0000

It's here today & then it's gone

A fear of living on the run

Tomorrow's never far behind

There's no way in/There's no way out

I love the way your heart strings strum

I love the beating of your drum

I love the way your body shakes

There's no way in/There's no way out

Every day I'm wasting daylight

Trying to feed my weary appetites

Every night I'm chasing the rain

Through the gutters, down the drain

I don't miss it all that much

When I get lonely I lose touch

You've turned a beggar into a thief

You can't see/What you won't see

Untitled

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 02 Apr 2014 13:12:00 +0000

The storms of fleeting weather

Beneath unsteady breath

Settling on old thoughts

Like ever spreading fire

Unconfined and unbounded

Buried by black birds

A routine designed to blackout

Waxed wings across the sky

Waiting for the next turn

Blaming words on bad luck

Setting fire to slow trains

Eating progress

Swallowing bullshit

Fun is never over

Death is never near

Nothing comes to nothing

The room is out of tune

Head In The Sand

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 26 Feb 2014 10:01:00 +0000

If up to you

You'd have yr head in the sand

Yr body on the fault line

If up to you

You'd have no reason to doubt

Yr head in the clouds

Why don't you just live &

Let me dream about it

Ideas get old

Hanging around

A chemical dream

Chasing the sound

Lies got bought & Sold

Tonight I'm gonna make it right

I'm gonna make it right

You better shut yr eyes

Yr seeing things, I guess

I though I saw you on the other side

You better shut yr mouth

"Yr digging holes again"

I heard you calling from the other side

A thousand points of light

What makes you think yr the one

I saw swimming to the other side?

Full Moon Pursuit

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 05 Feb 2014 19:16:00 +0000

Were we wrong?!?!

Fearing old haunts that roam,

I don't care if you don't mind it's all a waste of time...

We're not home.

Not at home.

So I spilled my guts,

I puked the night,

I found you out!

I don't care if you don't mind it's all a waste of time...

I'm so tired,

Wrapped up in desire

It's a long, long way to go when yr traveling slow.

I'm so wired,

Cut up

Listening to liars

It's a long, long way to go when yr traveling slow...

And I'm home

Waiting for ghosts

Making the most of a bad set of hosts,

And I'm home

Haunted by ghosts

Making the most...

I don't care who haunts this air I'd rather sleep alone when death comes home!

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David Berkovits: Guitar, Voice

Ben Feuer: Bass, Guitar

Roy Maimon: Drums

Recorded with Yuval Tal @ Generalit

Pocket Sympathy

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Sun, 10 Nov 2013 14:02:00 +0000

Performed and Recorded by FOREIGN CAPITOLS

Music: Ben Feuer
Words: David Berkovits

Modern Buzz

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Thu, 15 Aug 2013 21:43:00 +0000

Hang up the telephone

A hundred thousand miles from anywhere

I don’t know if I don’t care

You’re just a slow train coming to serve somebody

The future slips

Through its grip

Into a post atomic drift

And I can’t break through

The other side’s too wide

An impossible view

So I fall asleep

As she floats downstream

Into the wrecking ball

The future slips

Through the cracks

Of an old forgotten blackout

Don't tell me my love ain't paid for
Don't tell me my love ain't fair
It's not like you noticed
It's not like you care
It's not like they know this
It's not like they care

Déprimisme

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 14 Aug 2013 16:13:00 +0000

The Ghost

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Fri, 26 Jul 2013 14:16:00 +0000

When I see you I can’t keep my path,

My thoughts can’t follow a track

Unless it leads to your door,

I still need more and more

I can hardly remember to breath
I can’t even straighten my knees
I’ve never been a praying man

But you left me praying again,
(Amen)

As ships disappear in the rain

You’re out of view,
& I am too,
If it’s about what the eyes can see

I know you think I’m chasing Spring

And all the things new weather brings

And you’re a current in a sea,

A promise of uncertainty

But!

That isn’t half of the truth,

I don’t know the whole truth,

In my fever I can promise you this:

Every little look ends nothing,

Maybe unspoken names to ears ringing

It hurts when I see you

It hurts when I don’t

How can I hope to give up the ghost?

Mike's Place, Tel Aviv

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Tue, 23 Jul 2013 13:15:00 +0000

Waiting To Fly | Mike's Place | Tel Aviv | July 22, 2013

Tonight Yr Beauty Crippled Me

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Mon, 27 May 2013 10:41:00 +0000

David Berkovits: Vocals, Guitar

Ben Feuer: Bass

Yuval Tal: Drums

Change Is

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:03:00 +0000

I caught a glimpse of the sky,

Forever and high

In the watery grave of your deep blue eyes;

I sank like a stone

Beneath

All I'd ever known

& died as a fortune teller

Seeking a throne;

So alone

In the world

The mind tries to survive

By separating touch from

The object inside;

In my room I build a theater,

a shadow for the Sun,

a curtain for the Moon, a garden for the Swan

& tend to these bruises

Of ego and hate;

I finish my portion,

I eat the plate

The knee is crooked

Smile is bent,

The attitude is fatal,

I need more friends;

My position is fixed,

My fear is a fence

That keeps me from reaching the garden of ends;

You sink my fleet,

You catch my breath,

You turn the other cheek

And pay my debt;

The holy is lonely

The ignorant bliss

Of asking too much

From nothingness

The blues swirl above like Miles in the sky,

I listen for the look

I find in your eyes

A balancing act

Impossible to follow

That flows like the wine that keeps me in circles

The vultures of culture,

The witches of greed,

The weather of another chemical dream

In place of the living as vampires do

The blood of the past is so overdue;

Checked out forever under a thousand false names

From Adam to Atom,

From birth to the grave;

Thirty-three is nothing but a number in the sand

Of the hourglass that tips

In favor of a man;

The middle of somewhere,

But nowhere all the same -

I know we are all the same.

But that doesn't make a difference

To a point out in space,

And it doesn't paint a picture

From the lines on your face

Be Still (For Shane)

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 06 Feb 2013 16:17:00 +0000

Be still

You said

On your deathbed

But not to me

Love yourself

You said

On your deathbed

But not to me

I couldn't face a day

I couldn't meet your face

I couldn't be a friend

In time

You visit my sleep

And my songs

And my words

And my thoughts

And my pain

If I could do it all again

I would be still

I would love myself

I would be a better friend

But for now

What it was

Is what it is

And I find peace

In your music

In your words

In your soul

Dedicated to the Eternal Shane Gooding

CURE FOR THE CURSE

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Tue, 29 Jan 2013 07:55:00 +0000

For the forthcoming 2013 foreign capitols EP

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David Berkovits: Voices & Guitars

Ben Feuer: Bass & Guitars

Sarah Keyes: Voices

Yuval Tal: Drums

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Recorded and mixed by Yuval Tal

Mastered by James Dellatacoma
Artwork by Francis Thomas Capone

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Oh, once I was here
Awash in the sea
Waiting for the storm,

You crawled out to me
Wanting to be near
The mouth of the war,

No more
Dreaming allowed
You've got the map
I've got the highway
We're somewhere
We shouldn't be
In the guts of the night
I go looking for
Sunshine,
Yeah!

I'm waiting for you, dear
To come back around
There's no name in your blame game
So I keep hanging around
I've got a cure for the curse, dear
I've got a fix on it now
I'm waiting for a new year
Outdated for the sound

Waking World

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 20:39:00 +0000

don't wake me up i'm crashing with the waves of alcohol and days in this ghost town memories un-die like vampires in the night it's hard to sleep with the waking world outside my mind keeps changing all the time it's hard to be something other than i'm not my wife and breath are all i've got it's nothing more nothing less nothing i can taste so keep your teeth out of my neck it's hard to be in a future out of sight so don't wake me up you'll find nothing in my bed unmade and words unsaid in my life i'm still waiting for a sign i'm waiting all the time

Jerusalem Bloopers

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Wed, 26 Sep 2012 11:46:00 +0000

Pretty old, but still amusing...

Old Glass

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Thu, 30 Aug 2012 17:45:00 +0000

old glass,

fragile,

without a plan

knocked around by the next world war.

sitting in a dump of thought,

the same clock turns out the same lights

again with the weather…

again with the names…

crooked,

backed against the wall…

shorter ladder,

ease the fall;

another bad season for the law

in time,

hostage negotiation

the winter says “fuck all your reasons!”

still type past my prime;

another white computer

head full of slaves

searching for their master.

in the elevator up

you drift past my body

down the halls of another

lost city tonight

(tonight, tonight, tonight)

shake down with some fine

young

sisters of the moon

same idea,

same old habits,

same old songs from a room,

like those

cherry blossoms growing

way down in your soul,

the avalanche of smoke

is starting to curl

around whatever is left

around whatever is next

around whatever is best for everyone else;

gutter rats and stalemates…

that game of chess

i never should have lost.

No Smoking (A Cigarette)

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 22:13:00 +0000

As i sit

on the stoop

(inhale)

facing a mind that races

... so fast

that

when it tries to slow down and focus on the little things,

(exhale) it doesn't manage to focus on them at all !HAH!

even though it's all there, untapped,

(inhale)

ready to be used

(exhale)

It sits fixated by its own fixations

and doesn't really... ever... (inhale) get where its supposed to be going.

And even though i sing this very slow and probably too quiet to be heard

(inhale)

I still say

(exhale)

that the old ways are the good ways,

and that

one must

always rise to the next place

and always be honest and good and decent and true

(exhale)

& give love and take love

and give music & take music

& give joy & take joy

etc.

(long exhale)

Butt instead,

just back to the stoop

where I'm smoking a cigarette

for no good reason at all.

(extinguish)

Bite My Tongue

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Thu, 16 Aug 2012 19:00:00 +0000

Seal my lips

Bite my tongue

My wisdom’s ancient

My heart is young

I’m on the fence

Then I’m on the run

No needle in my arm

Still the damage done

Thanks Neil Young

You helpless soldier

In the war against dirt

All these jagged chords

And ragged mouths

Singing the same song

Until the city goes up in smoke

I’ll never know how

Those old blues singers died

Without their shoes tied

And a library card expired

Fuck you cancer

For killing my friend

And killing his career

He was just a fearless soldier

In the war against fear

I moved too much

From place to place

Not like a traveler

More like a slave

I am now a lost soul

With more self control

Then I had before

When I had none at all

My eyes are crooked

My elbow’s shot

My poetry is primitive

It needs a new grave

I dig for answers

In the rubble of an old midnight train

Money escapes me

So does the rain

I’m blowing in the wind

Like an out of state plate

Dropping off passengers

On the way to the zoo

But I fear only money

And loneliness too

I wasn’t made for these times

I’m an out of place Jew

Who puts value in good weather

And a valiant try

Fighting rough against my judgment

Though I don’t really see why

My instincts are sharp

Like a paper cut trail

And if you follow me slowly

You’ll be doomed to fail

Fuck you cancer

For trying to steal my mom

She’s done nothing to no one

Except for her own

My father’s a dead man

Though he still lives all alone

Sometimes I catch him

On some old telephone

He says the same damn things

Again and again

I never listen

I don’t even pretend

That I’m better than I was

Or better than I’ll be

I’m just trying to live

Without a shadow behind me

So I sing all the time

And pretend it’s all fine

I go to sleep with a body full

And a head full of wine

There’s no safety in numbers

There’s no thrill in the chase

I fill up on heartache

And go running in place

Till I fall over backwards

And hum some song that I’ve made

To take over my body

And rearrange my face

I am no fearless vampire killer

Drinking bad blood while dancing to Thriller

And I’ll never get a job under uncertain weather

So hire me, fire me, and let me be better

Goodbye

noreply@blogger.com (David Andrei Berkovits) — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 06:24:00 +0000

Singing another goodbye

So much for ever surprising you

We've got nothing left to save...

Sometimes you don't always win

Sometimes you finish at the end

It's raining now and the ship's a-coming

It's summer now and the girls are running away

Away from this town

I got a fever that just won't quit

And I'm sorry for all of it

That's why I'm saying goodbye...

Sometimes you don't always win

Sometimes you finish at the end

But I'm tired of running away
From the things I did yesterday
The past is gone
Time to stop worrying
Time to get going
Time to move on

Sometimes you don't always win

Sometimes you finish at the end

Ben Feuer: Music & Guitars

David Berkovits: Words & Voice

Tina Berkovits: Voice