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Director: Hannah Logan Peterson
Editor: Hannah Logan Peterson
Cinematographer: Hannah Logan Peterson
Home Footage: Joey Pollari

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From Joey Pollari's debut record, "About Men," released October 23rd, 2020.

Dedicated to my father, Kevin Pollari (03.25.62 - 05.04.17)

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Special Thanks: Patrick Rogers, for lending his home.



Written and Performed by: Joey Pollari
Produced by: Theo Karon at Hotel Earth and Joey Pollari
Mixed by: Theo Karon
Mastered by: Stephen Marsh

Electric Guitar, Piano, Vocals: Joey Pollari
Bass Guitar, Synths: Theo Karon
Drums: Elizabeth Goodfellow
Trumpet: Dan Rosenboom
Vibraphone: Thor Harris
Choir Vocals: Alina Cutrono


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I lie here in bed
and the ceiling is fading.
I remember my child,
still by the fire.
(Yes, come and cry baby)

Oo say, I can see,
but I’m only recalling (Goodbye)
her reflection
doubled on a black lake.
(Gave me a little inkling)

Of that first rush,
it’s a cruel touch,
when you know your parents
are lushed up.

It’s a gift
they turned to sin.
(But I know)
(but you know)

(If I had the time,
we would corrode silos
and what is between,
and then you would know me.)

This languor
is turning soft; (You’ve got my hand)
my sons are dancers,
they leap across.
(My eyes like elevators)

And what I
have dreamed,
the lovers and me,
here for this one day,
without a tree.
(Well, it’s happening)

Fathers and sons,
finally,
clamor to touch
and weep just from loving.

(Here in your bed,
the light from your head,
it breaks me down completely —
oh, but sort of sweetly! —
when I recognize
it’s only the last time
I’ll love you
physically.)