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Bedouin Cowboy (made entirely on iPhone 6)

by Muhammad Seven & The Spring

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Brendan Keegan
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Brendan Keegan Bedouin Cowboy is a great album. I was amazed with Muhammad Seven's vocal range, as well as the skill it must have taken to craft the many layers of each song on his phone. The melodies and lyrics stayed in my head (in a good way) for days after just one listen and the album as a whole is upbeat and engaging...definitely recommend!
Favorite track: Oh, Satan
Dwayne Allen
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Dwayne Allen This is an album filled with great character and stories. An interesting perspective on being a man and father reflected in tracks that alternate between being sweetly charming and full of braggadocio. It maybe shouldn't work, but the individual songs are so strong that it holds the album together. Ultimately, this album was a buy because it is just plain fun. Favorite track: Swampers At Fame.
Jarrett Ziemer
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Jarrett Ziemer After hearing some of this album on a favorite podcast I immediately bought it and wasn't disappointed. Its full of endearing earnest storytelling with this awesome weird country vibe. Perfect on repeat doing a mini road trip over the mountain or in your hesdphones on a day fly fishing a spring creek! Favorite track: Swampers At Fame.
ted siefer
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ted siefer This album is packed with well-crafted country and folk ballads, laced with hip hop and various arcane influences. Rendered from a truly unique perspective, the songs are at once catchy and searing in their meaning. And it was recorded on an iPhone. Favorite track: Javelinas.
liamdaileyisafan
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liamdaileyisafan I got to hear Muhammad sing a few songs live the other night and was absolutely floored. He has a delightful approach to singing and songwriting that is entirely unique but feels deeply familiar.
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1.
SWAMPERS AT FAME I want the swampers at fame, but I’ll settle for that laptop, boys Caught in a hurricane, almost everything’s background noise At night I ride the rails but I wake up tied to the track And when those sad winds wail, I wake up a second time from that I was a rodeo legend, 23 in ‘87 just a saddle bum Now I’m a long, tall daddy riding south for Tallahassee on a cattle run I drive a Maxima... I want the swampers at fame, but I’ll settle for that laptop, boys Caught in a hurricane, almost everything’s background noise At night I ride the rails but I wake up tied to the track And when those sad winds wail, I wake up a second time from that You were a piss poor beauty in a thrift store, ooh we figured fuck ‘em all Mariana to Missoula, everybody knew that you were just a wrecking ball And only 5 foot tall… I tried to take you away Even though I knew you wouldn’t stay Now I think about you every day Wishing there was something I could say I want the swampers at fame, but I’ll settle for that laptop, boys Caught in a hurricane, almost everything’s background noise At night I ride the rails but I wake up tied to the track And when those sad winds wail, I wake up a second time from that I never wanted any daughter but I love her more than anything I’ve ever loved And now you’re headed for the border, hoping you can find the water of the seven doves Conquistadores dug…
2.
Working 04:45
WORKING I’ve been working All my days Took every job That came my way Spent the money that I made I get old, but oh, I don’t age I seem to smile But I feel the rage And I bow and scrape No more Self deprecate No more No more will I make The same mistakes I made before Teacher told me To behave Daddy taught me To be brave Supervisor pays my wage He may work But oh, he don’t slave I see the light But I feel the cage And I bow and scrape No more Self deprecate No more No more will I make The same mistakes I made before Lately I’ve been pulling doubles Keeping out of trouble, when I can Thoughts are running through my brain Though I try I can’t explain What makes a man a man…oh… Love to gamble, hate to shave Live to ramble, not to bathe My lady loves me just the same We make love and oh…they complain She knows my melodies I sing her refrains And I bow and scrape No more Self deprecate No more No more will I make The same mistakes I made before
3.
KILLING CLARK KENT I Give ‘em Clark Kent… Because They Can’t Handle Superman X 3 Some day I’ll slip inside a phone booth Show ‘em who I really am Yeah I’m a mean mutherfucker I’m the baddest man that you’ve ever seen But Lois baby when you wear those kryptonite earrings I feel so weak I ain’t a farm boy…but I came down from the sky X3 Yeah I’m from a foreign land But I’m American as apple pie I’m strong enough to move a planet God damn it why can’t I get it right? And if my body’s indestructible Than why am I so lonely at night? I can’t afford rent Because they can’t handle superman Lost my apartment Because they can’t handle superman I’m on a park bench Because they can’t handle superman I think it’s time to find a phone booth Realign my battle plan I’ll throw a mini cooper to ya, Lex Luther Man you better get down ‘Cause when you’re messin’ with the man of steel I’ll put your body back in the ground I’m killing Clark Kent I only answer to Superman Ain’t no more Clark Kent I only answer to Superman That little Clark Kent He ain’t nothin’ to Superman You can go ahead and miss him Mohterfucker I don’t give a damn I Give ‘em Clark Kent… Because They Can’t Handle Superman X 3 Some day I’ll slip inside a phone booth Show ‘em who I really am
4.
GARDEN FULL OF MEDICINE I got a garden full of medicine, it’s all I need Ain’t nothing that I can’t cure with a few sunflower seeds There’s iron in the beans and zinc in my collard greens Sweet relief; for my disease So darlin’, eat with me I got a garden full of miracles, it’s all I need Water into wine, fertilizer to black eyed peas The meadow is a salad bowl where the cows eat for free Sweet relief; for my disease So darlin’, eat with me The best things in life are free Like vitamins and minerals and harmony… I got a pocket full of metaphors, it’s all I need Plant them in the earth and grow my poetry The flies are surprised but the little worms know it’s me Sweet relief; for my disease So darlin’, eat with me…oh darlin’….
5.
Javelinas 02:45
JAVALINAS (with chords) C F C Little javelina where do you roam G C You gotta find food cause you’r momma’s all gone C F C Little javelin where do you play G C Your up too late cause your baba’s away F C Javelina, Javelina G F C Your little brown snout like a water can spout F C Javelin, Javelina G F C I want to take you home but you’d eat all my clothes Little Javelina I see you scratch Your best friend Sadie with the side of your back Little Javelina I see you fight With your Javelina brother on a warm spring night Chorus Little Javelina what is your name? I don’t care if it’s hard to say (make oinking noises) Little Javelina one day I’ll sing My song to your little javelin offspring Chorus
6.
THE BEASTLY BALLAD OF TRAIN-WRECK MOSSADEGH Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest I’m a bad, bad boy I shot those suckers and I’ll shoot the rest But I take no joy They call me Johnny-lee Rock-n-roll Hooker with a heart of gold Baby I’m’a do what I please They call me train-wreck Mossaddegh Heavy hangin’ to the left Baby I’m’a do what I please Woah-oh, woah-ohhhhh… Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest I shot those suckers and I’ll shoot the rest Most illinest B-boy I got that feelin’ I am most ill And I’m rhymin’ and steelin’ Ali Baba and the fourty thieves I’m a bad, bad boy Now that’s my great-grandfather so you best believe I’m a bad, bad boy I am a red alert, Terror-threat Martial law is in effect Lover, if you know what I mean I am a purple heart, work of art Sleepin’ in a city park Lover so you better come clean Woah-oh, woah-ohhhhh… Ali Baba and the fourty thieves Now that’s my great-grandfather so you best believe Most illinest B-boy I got that feelin’ I am most ill And I’m rhymin’ and steelin’ Their pistols are loaded, they shot Abu-bakr They’re some bad, bad boys So I threw Colonel Sanders into Davy Jones locker Man I had no choice I’m on a rashidun honeymoon Gotta make some money soon Baby I got bills to pay I’m on a rebel yell, kiss and tell Tell ‘em all to go to hell Mission so get out of my way Woah-oh, woah-ohhhhh… Pistols are loaded, they shot Abu-bakr So I threw Colonel Sanders into Davy Jones locker Most illinest B-boy I got that feelin’ I am most ill And I’m rhymin’ and steelin’
7.
Saffron Stew 03:36
Saffron Stew Fishbone fry Double-yolk egg Saffron stew Honey pie babe Hometown hickory Walking on a rickety Bridge on a river When the road gets sick of me Sad old cook Paperback book Wanna hang his old hat but he can’t stay put Flame on the pot real low Gonna cook it real slow (x 4) Hominy hash Rappe pie blues Bowl full of soul and a Head full of tunes Midnight trickery Cook a pot of fricassee Fast with the devil ‘Cause he’s so damned finicky fly all night on a midnight flight I think I will but I know I might City lights shine below Gonna cook it real slow (x 4) [bridge] I poached my heart in vinegar To see how it would feel I think I need a minister To help me plan the meal… Oh… Sycamore soup Pickle juice jam Peanut butter cookie with a pretty suntan Grey-eyed sugarpie Every time I make her cry, Let her wipe her boogers on my jeans and my levis 5 AM at the family farm the rooster crows at the break of dawn turn all the lights down low Gonna cook it real slow (x 4) [musical breakdown] heartbreak bread buttermilk roux ain’t no telling what a man gon’ do sky high sugar pie got a lot of people I love… And I love you I love you But I’m gonna let my love light glow Gonna cook it real slow (x 4)
8.
Flight 2000 02:30
FLIGHT 2000 Flight 2000, it’s might arousing When I reach in my trousers And I pull out a quarter You were out of order Now you’re hotter than ever And I’m crazy about you I’m a pinball wizard That high score’s MY score Nobody can touch it So don’t even try I light your letters up Knock my ball into your cup Then I B-L-A-S-T O-F-F into the sky Ohhh Flight 2000, you’re a Maltese falcon With a NASA flier and a bonus multiplier Your rockets are ready and my paddles are steady When I aim at your spinner and I dial up a winner I play every day in the lobby of the Martin As all my friends walk by They never stop and chat They just pat me on the back Got no time for conversation It would kill my concentration Flight Two-Oh-Oh-Oh I hit three in a row-oh Now it’s all systems “go” I’m like Leonard Nemo-oy I’m like Spock in the cockpit I blast off in my rocket As I hit the final target like a brown Davey Crockett I lift the fifth ball through the rings of Saturn Glory will be mine But hey – what’s going on? I think I hit the bumper wrong Saying words no man should utter As it rolls into the gutter… Aw well... Pack Man I love you you’re the game for me ‘cause pinball is for losers.
9.
Oh, Satan 04:05
OH, SATAN Oh Satan, Oh Satan, why are you…so blue…tonight? Oh Satan, Oh Satan, why are you…so blue…tonight? When you looked at me with those firey eyes I must admit I was a bit suprisesd to see…that we…we through Is your heart broken in a thousand places, ever since you found the human race in love with someone new? Oh Satan, Oh Satan, why are you…so blue…tonight? We grew up together in a small town the weather there didn’t suit your clothes I watched you leave on a cold September day And where you’ve gone no one knows Oh Satan, Great Satan, why are you…so blue…tonight? Tonight…tonight… Well I know they beat you when you acted wild, spare the pain they say you spoil the child but ah…those days are through I hear you hummin’ when you’re feeling fine, “a friend of the devil is a friend of mine” da da, da da, da dum… Now you’ve got it all, living the good life Raking that money with your fists But I can’t forget those days of love and life and laughter Even though we were only kids Oh Satan, Great Satan, why are you…so blue…tonight? Tonight…tonight…

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“Bedouin Cowboy” weaves together folk, country, blues and hip-hop stylings and tells the story of a working man, insecure yet braggadocios, foul-mouthed but somehow wholesome. The songs are steeped in Persian culture, street history and the painfully personal battle-cries of a father, lover and first generation Iranian immigrant.

Each song plays like a recipe, with sonic and lyrical ingredients that explore the flavors of blue collar life. They generally fall in to the categories of "love songs" and "fight songs" - but each cuts at its theme at an odd angles. Saffron Stew prescribes an exact cooking method for love done right; Flight 2000 is a love song to a pinball machine and Oh, Satan is a love song between nations. Javalinas, a lullaby, is a sort of love song for Seven's three year old son.

Killing Clark Kent dangles an odd, 80's groove over the festering lyrics of a man living in fear of his true power. An odder character narrates The Beastly Ballad of Train Wreck Mossadeg, the folk version of a battle rap, and nod to the old school.

None of the instruments on “Bedouin Cowboy” are live, (with the exception of the two guitar solos) and the vocals and harmonies display Seven harmonizing with himself, singing into a run-of-the-mill cellphone headset.

How good can an album recorded on a cell phone be?

You be the judge.

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released April 1, 2016

Written, performed, recorded and produced by Muhammad Seven for Studio In A Bowl Records. Bonus content included with download: PDF liner notes booklet and Muhammad Seven KYRS interview.

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Muhammad Seven & The Spring New York, New York

M7 is a blue collar Americana songwriter hailing from Boston, MA and currently living in the Finger Lakes region of New York. The son of an Iranian immigrant father and French-Canadian mother, he and his music were born in the fallout of the '79 Islamic Revolution and the Regan/Bush era, and draw influences from '60s protest music, '70s rock and roll, '80s pop, '90s hip hop and 20th century folk. ... more

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