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Muhammad Seven & The Spring

by Muhammad Seven & The Spring

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1.
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
2.
Gone So Long 04:34
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
3.
Menauhant 04:50
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
4.
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
5.
Manifesto 04:34
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Olympus Mons 05:10
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
9.
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
10.
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’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.

credits

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
Mastered by Michelle Mancini at Demifugue Mastering
"Sour Cherries" string trio arrangement by Claire Gohst
Cover art by Ying Chew

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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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