1. |
Wood Stove Whine
03:54
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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
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2. |
Gone So Long
04:34
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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
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3. |
Menauhant
04:50
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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
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4. |
Gambler's Crutch
04:13
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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
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5. |
Manifesto
04:34
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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
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6. |
'79 Revelations
02:33
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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
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7. |
Sour Cherries
04:23
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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
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8. |
Olympus Mons
05:10
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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
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9. |
Welcome Every Breath
03:43
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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
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10. |
Sleepin' in a Toolshed
02:52
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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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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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