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Muhammad Seven & The Spring

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Muhammad Seven & The Spring’s DEBUT STUDIO ALBUM moves like a folk odyssey through the lives and loves of immigrant, working people. It weaves through jaunty bluegrass ballads, grinding roots rock and stripped down acoustic testimonials. Strings, vintage keys and lap steel phrases pepper the harmonies of M7 and Kelly Jo Reed and the bass rhythms of Pat Mussari.

A lover walks the razor edge of self hatred and self awareness, in a last-ditch effort to accept the damage he’s done to the ones he loved. A family’s ice cream shop makes “flavors from the memories of a home they left behind”. Battling a chronic illness is re-imagined as a man in mortal combat with a god. The downtrodden proclaim themselves “decorated sergeants in the army of the damned”.

Like the renewal we find in springtime and like the budding hope of the Arab spring, themes of regret, defeat, redemption and revelation permeate the tracks, immersing you in the world according to Muhammad Seven.

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released March 26, 2019

Vocal harmonies: Kelly-Jo Reed
Bass: Pat Mussari
Lead vocals and acoustic guitar: Muhammad Seven
Drums: Colin Lester Fleming
Lap steel guitar: Steve Saddler
Fender Rhodes, Hammond Organ and Wurlitzer: Brooks Milgate
Mandolin: Chris Bloniarz
Banjo: Ben Burns
Acoustic Bass: Theo Brierley
Electric Guitar: Tory Geismar
Violin (Sour Cherries): Claire Gohst
Cello: Raquel Kober
Violin (Manifesto): Ludovica Burtone
Santoor: Ali Karimi


Produced and mixed by Colin Lester Fleming at Herd Studio, Keep the Edge Studios and Q Division Studios
"Sour Cherries" string trio arrangement by Claire Gohst
Cover art by Ying Chew

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Muhammad Seven & The Spring Boston, Massachusetts

Muhammad Seven is a decorated sergeant in the army of the damned. The Spring are three underground prophets, a well that supplies vitamins, minerals and harmonies. As an old cowboy once told us, “No matter how long the winter, spring always comes.”

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Track Name: Wood Stove Whine
Love me baby
Love me soft and true
Love me loud enough
That I can find my way to you
I'm so lost without you
I can barely find my shoes
Love me baby
I'm begging you

Since you left me
I don't know what to do
A lid is stuck on tight
That only your hands can unscrew
I'll scream out from the rooftops
I'm a liar and a fool
Love me baby
What can I do?

To make you
Think about the winter time
When we made that old wood stove whine
And we made love a hundred times
And faded into nothing

How can I win your forgiveness
After all my bad decisions
One more day of reminiscing
Swearing at the television...

Love me baby
Love me soft and true
Won't you let me prove myself
There's nothing I won't do
Sleep naked on your doorstep
Underneath the harvest moon
I promise this time I'll come through

So, Won't you...
Think about the winter time
When we made that old wood stove whine
And we made love a hundred times
And faded into nothing

How can I win your forgiveness
After all my bad decisions

I'll be the man you hope to find
I'll listen when you speak your mind
I'll find myself an honest trade
I'll face my fears until they fade
I'll face my fears
Replace my fears

Love me baby
Love me soft and true
Love me loud enough that I can find my way to you
I'm so lost without you
I can barely find my shoes
Love me baby
I'm begging you
Track Name: Gone So Long
Don't tell me bout regret
You ain't seen nothing yet
Don't tell me bout desire
My heart's a melted tire

The Friendships that I burned
lives I overturned
If there's anything I've learned
It's that I'll never learn

I've been gone so long
I've been gone so long
That I can't remember
The face of my mother
The Voice of my brother
We ain't even talked on the phone
I've been gone so long

Oh how I longed to leave
To cross the open sea
In search of pretty lies
For truth in my disguise

But when the light turned cold
I pillaged and I stole
I made the night wind moan
The weight of breaking bones

I've been gone so long
I've been gone so long
That I can't remember
The house I was raised in
The garden we played in
The neighborhood where we would roam
I've been gone so long

This letter in my hand
The pleading of a man
The one who gave me breath
He died a stranger's death

I'll sign my name and say
That I'll return one day
No matter how I try
I only know goodbye

I've been gone so long
I've been gone so long
That I can't remember
I can't remember
I can't remember
The lover I squandered
The trouble I caused her
The diamonds I left in the coal

I've been gone so long
It’s taken me half of my life to accept
That I ain't goin' home
Track Name: 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
Track Name: Gambler's Crutch
You're on my mind
When I close my eyes
Searching for a gentle place
To fall asleep at night

And I never dream
But I wish I could
Those whispers are the only code
I ever understood

Had my first beer in second grade
Sophomore year it was a pack a day
I stopped hoping for more
I Knew It wasn't gonna work out anyway

Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
And when I strike it rich I'll buy you
A house with a yard and a car from a route one lot
For now I hope you know me well enough to let me rot

I wake up drunk
Then I'm high all day
4 times out of 5 I just
show up to work that way

And I sleep around
So much it's nuts
I'd probably chase your sister
if she didn't hate my guts

you loved me back when no one though you should
Said you didn't want to leave but I understood
Couldn't figure out
why it took so long
for you to get it that I ain't no good

Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
When I strike it rich I'll buy you a dress
with a rhinestone collar at a downtown shop
But for now I hope you know me well enough
To let me rot

Rot like a prisoner in an iron cage
Rot like a jilted lover, blind with rage
Rot like a liver soaked in bitters
That suits a man who's twice my age
Just leave me be to rot away the days

I broke you down
And fed you lies
I ain't like some other men who might apologize

The walled-off pain
I tried to hide
You wrapped me up in your embrace
the night my brother died

I made you feel stupid when I felt afraid
I glared and threatened at your friendly gaze
When you're smaller than dirt
you try to make it like you're bigger than the Palisades

Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
When I strike it rich we'll head t o the coast for a while
and make up for all the time we lost
Even though you told me never to call again
and changed your locks
Track Name: Manifesto
Next time they ask
You where you're from
You tell them
I'm from every god damn place
You're crushing with your thumb

Next time they ask
What kind of name
You tell them
It's the kind you're scared of
But I'll say it just the same

And if they wonder
Who you are
This time don't say nothing
You just pick up your guitar...


I...I...I...I...I...

I am
I am
I'm the poet
I'm the prophet
I'm the oil in the sand

I am
I am
I'm a menace
And this music
Is the weapon in my hand

I am
I am
I am everything you love
And I am everyone you've banned

I...I...I...I...I am the people
These are my demands

V4
Next time you speak
Don't bite your tongue
You can't let them keep pretending
That their deaf and that you're dumb

V5
Sometimes the truth
Will make them mad
If they don't want to hear it, well
That's just too fucking bad

V6
And if they make
your words a crime
Write your manifesto on the fabric of their minds

Carve your manifesto on the wall behind their eyes

I am
I am
I’m a decorated sergeant
in the army of the damned

I am
I am
I'm the seventh son of Abraham,
No ordinary lamb

I am
I am
I’m remorse's dearest friend
But I'm redemption's biggest fan

I...I...I...I...I am the people
These are my demands

All my life they told me
“Son, we make the rules
Know your station,
We don’t suffer fools

You'll always be an immigrant you'll never lose the stain"
But a stain is what I'm made of and this country's in my veins
Track Name: '79 Revelations
After a million years of human evolution
And 100 hours of sacred recitation
Now that hate anger are an institution
I've had 79 revelations

After disrespecting every constitution
And then illegalizing hope and inspiration
After 37 desperate revolutions
I've had 79 revelations
79 revelations

After all this international pollution
And a lifetime of Religious constipation
When the mother comes to take her retribution
We'll have 79 revelations
79 Revelations

And when you're broken and bent
And all your money is spent
Just think of me

And when you drown in despair
And feel like nobody's there
When you open you're eyes you'll see...

That all the politicians bent on abl-utions
Ain't worth a nickel In my humble Estimation
'cause even if i'm only bound for destitution
I'll have 79 revelations

And a lifetime of your chronic inhibitions
Melt away with every little exhalation
Everybody needs a little intermission
I need 79 revelations
79 revelations

And when I couldn't find a suitable solution
I traded all my recipes for Incantations
But when you finally come to terms with evolution
You'll have 79 revelations
79 revelations
79 Revelations
Track Name: 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 my American dream
Track Name: 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: 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: Sleepin' in a Toolshed
We've been sleeping in a toolshed
It ain't no punishment
Got a mattress in the crawlspace
Where we lay our heads

Doesn't bother me the rent's cheap
A little shelter from the blitzkrieg
You can find me in a deep sleep
Where angels fear to tread

She was working in a pottery
I felt like I had hit the lottery
Didn't know what she saw in me
Or why she loved me so

A revolutionary petegree
Even though I'm only 17
I got everything ahead of me
but you can’t make me go

I just barely finished high school
and she’s 25 years old
You can’t tell two people
not to fall in love

In a couple months I’m heading east
and she’ll be flying south
but now the summer’s on
and I just can’t get enough

late at night we heard a thunder clap
almost gave us both a heart attack
I sat up and felt my head smack
against a 2x4

Made love in moonlight
Weather barkin’ like a dogfight
hoping that the roof was watertight
oh how the rain did pour

I just barely finished high school
and she’s 25 years old
You can’t tell two people
not to fall in love

In a couple months I’m heading east
and she’ll be flying south
but now the summer’s on
and I just can’t get enough

Said goodbye at the boat launch
Felt-like-a beating with a crowbar
A couple minutes she was so far
I couldn't see her face

I thought about her in the coming years
Got to missing her something fierce
But now and then the thing you need appears
When love is laid to waste

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