5 Songs, Live on WEMF 1​/​25​/​17

by Muhammad Seven

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These 5 songs, written in late 2016, were recorded live on WEMF Boston's "The Underbelly" with Dave Crespo on 1/25/17.

They are songs of protest, of love and loss, immigrant tales, acknowledgements of hard working people and ballads of personal struggle.

They will appear, recorded with a band, on an upcoming 2018 album.

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released January 28, 2017

Tracks recorded and produced by Chris Cucinotto at WEMF studios.

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Muhammad Seven Boston, Massachusetts

Muhammad Seven is an Iranian-American singer/songwriter from Boston. His narrative lyricism pays as much homage to Hafiz and Saadi as it does to Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen, with deeply personal and political statements nestled amongst metaphors and vivid specificity. You might also listen carefully for the unmistakable influence of ‘90’s era hip-hop. ... more

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Track Name: Welcome Every Breath
Welcome Every Breath

Amidst the spruce and hay
I wrestled with a god
And struggled hard to swallow down my fear

But Zeus to my dismay
Broke me a morning fog
And sauntered lively grinning ear to ear

And as I lay there welling up
In my pity and defeat
A little song escaped my tired lungs

Carry on, carry on
Every dusk becomes a dawn
I welcome every breath with open arms

I could barely take the pain
Crippled on the open range
With not a soul around to heed my call

So to the God I cried
Man, you'll never take my pride
(And) he returned to put me down once and for all

He said You're smaller than the smallest thing the planets ever made
A molecule is twice the man you are

But carry on, carry on
Every dusk becomes a dawn
I turned to face my death with open arms

And as he raised his silver bolt to
Offer me my coup de grace
Something flashed across his handsome face that seemed to give him pause
Looking deeply in my eyes he saw that all the fear had gone
In the end it's only love that made me strong...
And he couldn't stand to look for very long...

So carry on, carry on
Every dusk becomes a dawn
I welcome every breath with open arms
Track Name: Olympus Mons
Olympus Mons

There's trouble on my shuttle
The thrusters both are toast
Engine won't stop whinin'
The fuel cells gave up the ghost

The crew is slowly starving
I can't tell if all is lost
I'm callin' on the holy host
Because our only hope
Is to crash land onto Mars

So brace yourself for impact
Through the iron dust I'll fly
And if we survive the wreck
There's only one thing left
I gotta do before I die

I want to take in the view from the summit of Olympus Mons
Then I'll know there ain't a river in the universe I can't cross
And I'll show all 13 worlds
How I survived famine, fire and frost

I'll look down at that rubble
That once was my shuttle
And float off the edge
Like a feather
on the reddish dust

When the aircraft touched the surface
I could feel the impact in my blood
Landed like a skipping stone
Then we were all alone
On the fourth rock from the sun

The first mate says I'm crazy
She's working on a plan to take us home
Me I gotta save my breath
I got a date with death
So I'd better head out alone

The Tharsis bulge by rover
Then I hiked up 13 miles of hell
Jupiter was shining bright
But when I saw the light
There was no one to hear me yell...

I'm here to take in the view from the summit of Olympus Mons
Now I know there ain't a river in the universe I can't cross
And I showed all 13 worlds
How I survived famine, fire and frost
As I leapt off the canyon
I heard my companion
Captain, come on back
We got her running...
And we're ready to launch

But I just couldn't miss the view from the summit of Olympus Mons
I'm passing through the only river in the universe I ain't crossed
Have the first mate tell the world
How we survived famine, fire and frost
Strap into my shuttle
Fly straight back towards Hubble,
Set sail for home and pray…
That you don't get lost
Track Name: Sour Cherries
Sour Cherries


My father had a country
But the government was taken
Their citizens forsaken
By the dignity of God

When a holy man in exile
Put a bullet through the Peacock Throne
My father fled to San Anton
With the puppet master's daughter

He had been rich
Ain't rich no more
They made money from the
Spoils of a long forgotten war

So he moved to California
in the ass crack of the '80s
With his wife and little babies
For to start his life again

A bitter taste was tethered
to his tongue by revolution
And his immigrant solution
Was to rent an ice cream parlor

It would be sweet
Cold piece of mind
He made flavors from the memories of a home he left behind

California Sour Cherries
Pomegranate
Bastani
Watermelon
And persimmons
Color his American dream

Mama scooped the flavors
While my sister helped him churn 'em
Me, I didn't want to learn
'cause I was playing my guitar

As Reagan turned to Clinton
He and I began to argue
One day it went too far
and he told me to hit the highway

My mother cried
He yelled some more
I stopped to kiss my little sister as I headed for the door

I left the Westwood hills and caught a ride to Massachusetts
Sometimes the home you choose
Is not a home you'll ever love

Now 20 years I've labored
On a garbage truck in Boston
And late at night I'm lost in
Rock and roll and smoky bars

The Distorted whine
Of my Silvertone
When the sun sets in the west I close my eyes and think of home...

California Sour Cherries
Pomegranate
Bastani

Watermelon
And persimmons
Color our American dreams
Track Name: Cannonball (#NoDAPL)
Cannonball (#NoDAPL)


Ladonna Brave Bull Allard
Gathered all the Standing Rock Sioux
corporate forces were trying
to impose a pipeline
She was already counting coup

The Dakota access pipeline
In the town of cannonball
It would flow through the ground
Underneath and around
The river that nourishes all

When those pipes full of crude
Start to age in the earth
The metal corrodes into rust
If the the oil did spill
The Missouri would fill
Sacred water transformed into sludge

Cannonball
Come, one and all
The Seven council fires
Burn brighter than
Kerosine
Gasoline
Cell phones and
TV screens...
Cannonball
Come, one and all
Earth guardians standing tall
In cannonball

The seven council fires
1876 it was formed
Where the seven Sioux tribes
Came to fight for their lives
At the battle of little big horn

Now this fossil fuel philosophy
could ruin the earth for all time
They are guarding the prize
To save all of our lives
A hundred and sixty-six tribes

We say no to your bloated, polluted careers
No to your corporate culture of fear
No to corruption
Your methods are nothing
But
Genocide
Colonize
Aggregate
Monetize

On to the next one
So it's no surprise...

Cannonball
Come, one and all
The Seven council fires
Burn brighter than
Kerosene
Gasoline
Cell phones and
TV screens...
Cannonball
Come, one and all
Let the oil barons crawl
home from cannon-

Cannonball
Come one and all

The people united
will not be divided
You Cannot defeat us
So don't try to fight it

Cannonball
Come one and all
Til the corporations fall
Cannonball
Track Name: Menauhant
Menauhant

Back at Menauhant beach
where the sand dunes reach
past the shoals, through the seaside goldenrod

you could find my father’s brother
In his Chevy undercover
After workin' in the heat of Cape Cod

He'd pull his pickup in
past the empty ticket stand
every day on his way home
from the grind

There he'd idle with a cigaret in his hand
tryin’ hard to take a load off his old mind

Cedar shingles in the bed
Cedar shingles in his head
He'd been humpin' cedar since he's 17

With a hammer and a song
He's bangin' all day long
At night he smelled the cedar in his dreams

He's got a thousand-yard stare
A little worse for the wear
There's just a lot on his mind
He's only tryin' to unwind

Cause you can't hang a cedar shingle on a sand dune baby
Couldn't nail 'em to the weather or the waves
He got a little taste of heaven
on those saltwater summer days

Dropped out of high school when his mother needed help makin' money
Started workin' for the father of a friend
I'll give you 7 cents a shingle if you never stop swingin'
you can make a decent living for a kid

After Spring had turned to summer
You could hear his hammer hummin'
And his lean workin' body turnin' heads

He bought a rusty yellow truck
For seven Hundred bucks
And tossed a second hand mattress in the bed

He said "I know a pretty place to watch the sunset baby"
To the daughter of the man who owned the bank

And on that Menauhant sand she wrote her number on his hand
And said to call her if a lonely moment came

He called her as she walked away
She married him in early May
Her father said it was a shame
A boy with cedar in his veins

But you can't hang a cedar shingle on a sand dune baby
Couldn't nail 'em to the weather or the waves
He got a little taste of heaven
on that saltwater summer day

Well they battled like a storm
But the making up was warm
And the making love was always something else

And they lasted seven years
But the tide was getting fierce
Til the swell had all but swallowed up the land

When they finally said goodbye
She kissed him softly on the eye
Whispered "why's it always better at the end"

you were cedar, I was wine
It's a matter of design
That a hammer's gonna break what doesn't bend

So he drove to Menauhant and walked along the rocky shore
Reminiscing all the memories he had

Looking down he saw the muscles in his arms
All the little faded scars
Told the story of a man

His skin was leathery and tan
He dropped his hammer in the sand
He cried with all the windows closed
And headed for the open road

Cause you can't hang a cedar shingle on a sand dune baby
Couldn't nail 'em to the weather or the waves
He gets a little taste of heaven
every saltwater summer day