VIIb

by Sean McMahon

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released June 1, 2006

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Woodsman of Bushwick, singer of hope and sorrow, "part ghost, part Victrolaphone, part campfire storyteller."

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Track Name: You've gotta be crazy just to be
There's a black dog sittin' in the yard
He's been sittin' there thinking about the bards
Them music men that're rottin' in the ground
Thinking their immortal 'cause of some sound

Why should I care?
The history of the world is just a dare
God's little board/bored game
No one makes a difference today

And all their daughters are buying curling irons
Their lives are run by liars
Lost, we're lost again
Like a bunch of babies cryin' in our pens --

-- All about nothing
Try to find a man you can call a King
You'll be the first to see
You've gotta be crazy just to be

Do you believe in signs?
Does it even matter if you have a mind to make?
Time's been ticking inside all the clocks
But I've a sneaking suspicion that its position's been lost

Going nowhere
Plenty of us have got some friends from there
I'll take you there
It ain't that long a drive but it's hard to bear

Yea, you've gotta be crazy just to be
This crazy world has been affecting me
And if I were you I'd be watching out for myself
'Cause if you turn your back too long, you come back to hell

Crazy, crazy
Just wait 'til you've seen the things I've seen
Crazy, crazy
And when you die you still don't know what it means
What it means.
What does it mean?
Track Name: The story goes
Drove the country
Saw the country
Watch the years pass me by
With the rolling hills

Saw my fathers
Missed my mother
Cried into the sky
"Is there anyone here at all?"

Saw some visions
Made decisions
America, you are the brave
But you're not always right.

AND SO IT IS, MY FRIEND
THE STORY GOES
SHE TELLS TWO FRIENDS
BUT SHE NEVER KNOWS

Ran a stop sign
Left the fine behind
Crossed international borders
And kissed the pigs in the sky

Starved for freedom
Made some money
Watched the world at our feet
Weeping for war

Drove the country
Saw the country
And all in a blaze of light
The shadows fells

AND SO IT IS, MY FRIEND
THE STORY GOES
SHE TELLS TWO FRIENDS
BUT SHE NEVER KNOWS

We built the new levees
But you burned down the townships
With your hands hot on your hips
You scolded the world

You made us believe you
And you took who we gave you
But you'll never have our voice
Because our voice is strong

Watched the sunrise
Fifty colors
Bleeding all around
Into the land

AND SO IT IS, MY FRIEND
THE STORY GOES
SHE TELLS TWO FRIENDS
BUT SHE NEVER KNOWS

Met faeries in taverns
Saw blood in the playgrounds
Asked for all the answers, them all
But never was replied

Saw dust in the moonlight
Saw hair in the rubble
Said, "Man I haven't seen anything like this
Since the death of Uncle Sam!"

Coughed in the alleys
Asked for some money
Pissed on the newspaper's name
And shat on the palace floor

AND SO IT IS, MY FRIEND
THE STORY GOES
SHE TELLS TWO FRIENDS
BUT THEY NEVER KNOW

AND SO IT IS, MY FRIEND
THE STORY GOES
SHE TELLS TWO FRIENDS
BUT THEY'LL NEVER KNOW
Track Name: The Masquerade Blues
Peddlin beta-kerotine huffin pink gasoline
This is my generation, generation in-between
Kings, queens, Captain J, Nazarene
Bought and sold cold by some soggy-bottomed assholes

Yea we can and we will cause we didn't when we could
'cause the world has a way of out-maneuvering our plays
But we'll push, we'll shove, place ourselves above
Our species, our feces, we will proclaim the power of "LOVE"

Yes, we'll never wear our underwear, never chop off our hair
Raise our fingers in the air, we got at least two to spare
Embrace distaste for racism, nepotism,
This-ism, that-ism, apocalyptic cataclysm (uh)

Well we know what we mean when sing it in the street
And we brought it a back-beat so you can wiggle and scream
So go home, procreate, we hope that you will partake
of the wisdom that the kingdom is a-livin' in your eardrum

There is simply no more to say on the subject
We've got our tired, our poor, our masses to protect
And if you don't express your care, your concern to unlearn
yearz and yearz of fake fearz that izn't real
Then you are lost, my friend, the cost of which depends
on the impact of your indifference on the world in the present tense
Think twice next time how you spend your next dime
Your actions got reactions that grow faster than you ask them
(Your heart is a star in a sea that stretches far
so every time you fuck up, you tear it a new scar)

Well the masquerade is every day, little kids live afraid
Politicians preach "Teach safe sex kills aids!"
But underneath the table they are still hung and able
so their kid aides, as such, touch their nuts without a fuss
And on tv they make a scene next to short stories:
drag queens, drug fiends, death clubs,
sex clubs, pornuh, blowjobs, yoga
QVC, "want me? buy me, have me
fuck me? fuck you! watch him fuck her
after these a-messages a moment please."
a-mesmerize a-hypnotize a-square-shaped blind closed eyes.

This world is wild and on the tiles
The time has come to cut re-runs
Our hands shall not be tied no more
Our demands must make it to the fore
Our demands, yours and mine:
"FREEDOM AND GOOD WILL
TO ALL MANKIND"

The masquerade blues.
Track Name: Last bite from the apple
This is about a boy who took his last bite from the apple
As he lost his last key to the castle
A very long time ago

Yea, he gave up his brain to the crazies of the kingdom
Lost his organs to the interplanetary machine gun
Got sucked into a black hole.

The UFO materialized and identified itself
As number 0234869-6635
And that is why the boy knew he was still alive

The lifeforms froze his soul in a machine and kept his body clean
While they watched the earth and took notes and took tokes from the same well of sensation
That we all have been drunk from before.

(And the sun in a pupil
of the eye of the storm
and the storm is the nephew
of the son of the Word)

This is about a boy who took his last bite from the apple
Came upon a parable in outer space
And brought it back to teach a few souls who got lost in place

Ah, space is the wood in the yard, music the grain
The tune is the song of the sacred and the profane
Its rhythm is the syllables in your name

Ah, thanks to UFO's and spaceships, and cosmological facelifts
We're spewing out the message of the stars as it is so far:
So far as eyes see and ears hear we are here
merely to be here.

(And the sun in a pupil
of the eye of the storm
and the storm is the nephew
of the son of the Word --

And the world is the witness
to the song of the spheres
and the spheres are the dreams that
we dream while we're here)
Track Name: There is no elect
There is no elect

Crying streets
Everyone kneeling
Bent over looking up
Falling down
Patience grows thin
Hairlines recede
Ghosts evaporate into a child's mouths

There is no elect

Superstition
Prophecies neon-glowing
This one's going, going, going, gone
Growing up, overflowing
The sea will crash into the math
Our wisdom will be turned upside down

There is no elect

There is no elect
There is no disconnect
This bloodline tracing
Is bastardizing
Our natural union
We are an ocean
A single nation

There is no elect
Track Name: The earth is a man
The earth is a man
Though he can't quite feel it
And the world is a girl
Though she does not know it
For the fog in the mirror made of glass made the seer see
Sights not quite bright enough for the seeing
Being is strange. And so is the way
We say "yes" or "no" to and fro
back and forth, out of control
Rinse, repeat: the cycle seems a little bit comparable.
Sages have said
That the ages have bred
A monster of the mind a-walking, talking too much for want of
Effortless paradise, paradise without a price

Be yourself, and I'll be mine.
We are running out of time.

The wind has a tongue
And it speaks its mind.
And the storms are a word
And we should hear it
The songs that we know ain't quite so impossible
All the well-wishers wishing that the paradigm were shifting
Fishing for philosophers and/or a new world order
Waiting for the day that we may march a new parade --
Come what may,
Whatever they say,

Be yourself, and I'll be mine.
We are running out of time.

The earth is a man
And the world is a girl
One day, they will know.
Track Name: Girl, pay me no attention
Girl, pay me no attention
'Cause my soul's suffering misdirection
And all my failings need no mention
Girl, my heart needs redemption.

O I've been writing love stories all day
And if you want romance, if you want glory, don't stay
I'm always writing about the men who live with scars
And all the ladies who left 'em to go be stars.

O I swear I'm gonna make a movie one day
About the kind of love story that just burns out, then fades
The kind where a woman can't live with the man she loves
'Cause the man himself, he's too drunk to even know what he does
to her.

You can call me jaded, even bitter -- it's all right.
A man just gets a little tired of waiting at night
You coming home, apologizing, crawling back into bed
Well the clockface been watching, and he's not so easily
Misled.

I suppose my stories are just fictions that I write
and in my head, my jealous head, false depictions of my life
Talk to me when I'm not so far out of my mind
My heart will start beating again it's just a matter
of time.

Girl, pay me no attention
'Cause my soul's suffering misdirection
And all my failings need no mention
Girl, my heart needs redemption.

I'll just take it easy, my lover hold on tight
I know it's not what we thought but baby, maybe it's right
I am a first-rate, half-baked, genuine waste of time
But ask again tomorrow and I'll probably just say that I'm fine.
Do you mind?

I will take you through the undo-we-will-just-have-to
Make-do-with-our-time
Stick with me woman, I'm a slow learner, but maybe I could turn out alright
Maybe I'll be up, be down in a minute, in the blink of an eye
But a feeling is a feeling and a decision is a decision and
Love makes you cry.

Girl, pay me no attention
'Cause my soul's suffering misdirection
And all my failings need no mention
Girl, my heart needs redemption.
Track Name: The ballad of Mighty Jim and his Mother
Mighty Jim was stubborn and needless of a lover
So he put into his head an idea that was made of lead
And the neighbors heard a BANG as he sang his song of love
But they knew not what kind of love he was singing of.

And his mother cried completely when she came into the kitchen
She crawled to his hand, and she kissed her one son's hand
And she hollered out to God, "Is he with you in your land?
Are you satisfied with taking all that I had?"

The children of the neighborhood were dazed and bereaved
They watched as they led the mother of their friend
Away, but then she turned to them to say, "Dear children, play,
I swear, by God, one day I'll be okay."

And they sang to their mother
And they gave her flowers
And they kissed their father
And all their sisters and their brothers
And they came into a circle
To perform a miracle
They danced in the memory of their friend.

Mighty Jim, he saw from heaven all that they had done
And he tapped upon God's shoulder, whispered "Let me see my mother."
And he picked up a pair of wings so he could fly on down
And he descended saintly back towards his town.

His mother knew him quickly and she threw her arms around
Jim said, "Don't be worried. We are all just short stories."
And he looked her in the eye, and he said, "Mother, can't you see?
You're breathing and you love, that's all you need."

And he sang to his mother
And he gave her flowers
And he kissed his father
And all his sisters and their brothers
And they came into a circle
To proclaim the miracle
They danced in the memory of their kin.

Mm.

The mother found the children and she took them in her arms
And she blessed them all from harm and that their lives be well and long
But they took her by the hand, and they said, "Mother, you can stand
We are only meant to live as long and as well as we can,
I hope you understand,
I hope that you can."

And they sang to their mother
And they gave her flowers
And they kissed their father
And all their sisters and their brothers
And they came into a circle
To celebrate the miracle
They danced to the music in their skin.

The mother, she wept quietly, and she lifted up her eyes
And her heart felt lighter, the skies a bite brighter
And she turned to the children to say, "Children, play.
It's a beautiful day. Everything's okay,
Everything's okay,
Everything in every single way."

And she sang to her children
And she gave them flowers
And she kissed her lover
And all her sisters and her brothers
And they came into a circle
To proclaim the miracle
They danced to the music
That always had been.
Track Name: O, my Lord
i know i have shadows in my head
i know, i know, i'll wake the dead
how has is been in the boo-hoo scene?
is everyone there still seventeen?
i know they got shadows in their heads,
cause all of them dreaming about being dead.

o, my lord.

i have shadows
i'm darkness's newly-wed
i have a feeling all is well
deep inside, but i can't tell
i know there are shadows in my head
i know, i know, i'll wake the dead

o, my lord

yes, the lord will keep me warm from here
from deep inside the fire that tore the tear
'cause if tears aren't bad then prayer's good
it's always nicer to feel understood.


what's with the shadows in my head
what are they, and why are they there?
what's it feel like to see the light,
and will it ever fill my life?

o, my lord.