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The Glory of Man is Not in Vogue

by Mudville

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You want it bad, a Superman To take up the task at hand and bleed for you You smoking gun, you riot of one Put down the muscle and come up a fighter Lions rage They rattle their cage like they do Like the fools parading they’re waiting in vain For superman, for superman, for superman for superman The killers they come but you ride on Not looking back But clouds of woe ride your head From smoking their jive Open wide Go packing a sidearm of truth Cause the birds of the air ain’t seen hide nor hair Of superman, of superman, of superman of superman It ain’t a crime to be hated Or in the clouds of mourning Broken babies see their diamonds In your pocket there In the pure land When you go to hell They will shine as well You are superman, you are superman, you are superman, you are superman
Blown 04:19
The walls have got me soaked up into their scheme In the back burning black I’m locked in In a melt, talking to myself, no one knows what I’m seeing A mad gush at a high rate of speed In my mind’s night crawls some secret enemy A hexed up animal stalking my sleep Ghost of your sighs shining out my eyes like steam Blood pushes skin, I’m a machine I’m a go go gone Its some atomic energy Blown like smoke into you On your isle dear misery hold me Can I linger in this hard-wired head? Come on lake of fire, wanna pain me out But I’m a holy river made of buck-shot sweat Heat of the moon come burn with your laughing eye (I had to take the hit, so I can’t say shit) Every dime you don’t drop wanna make me lonely But I got a friend when I need a little shake I’m a go go gone Mis-fired, hot-wired till I’m In another country where people work the land I’m blown like smoke into you Shiny piece of pie I want to take a bite of Let me eat you like a poor man’s bread Throw me a bone, god I need a little light up Drag on you like a fine Cohiba
Stoned 04:05
From my eye in the sky I see everything Lay them down on the new world I see wind and water pound to powder everyone’s skin While roofs are raised to hail the traitors Who long to see their real names In words of love from a total stranger While I in my armor shake at the window and watch the skies Cadillac is slinky slow A fulsome ride to where we may go Or chariot to ride me home Whiskey water flowing stoned Close to me as you can be is nowhere at all Buried long as you want it to the stuff of your hell will rise (a gash in the doorway lights a slow ruin behind your eyes) cash cows walk generals marking their walls so dutifully they shoot as they pray for people there its an order to open a can of your wishes breathe in your blues a bird lives like a bird, a seed like a tree and I am a hammer, I reek of steel Cadillac is slinky slow A fulsome ride to where we may go Or chariot to ride me home Whiskey water flowing stoned
Perfect 05:25
You're so bad, I couldn't be in your two-ton world by chance divine The more I cut through the pose that holds me I see your red realm is my room design A modern mind says its strange voodun but its science why we do this time How much more of a roarer could this be See your sin in my trouble in mind My cool doubt you pour like whiskey I open wide Draw my bow when I face the sun you hold it taut till the war is won and shoot your devil with my gun When your line turns to bitter sooth on me you know its just my damn unstuck sister holding court please yourself, say your bag's the worst of me but look in your punk heart, the one that's so punk smart the killer in that trunk is loaded with history The peace we find is a fistful of candy Turned by regret to a Daedalus brown I say to say we're the worse for this mystery's a Store-bought fix we wear like a crown I am who we are and it burns me like a star we are perfect - reflection of the moon perfect - clear as diamonds in a mirror of sun
Othello 03:51
Terra Nova, know this dump like any other Your heavy eyes gonna trap you like a sleeping sucker Hot words, a cold mind, a singer on the sea Copped the words you’re trying not to speak, got you so sick about it Big-fisted daddy, giant of the team So loose of soul, you sweat the devil in his underworld Guess its not to be, your world of peace and order Cause you can never see your red-hot body sucking mortar In every lie and corner of an eye there’s something to forgive And bones for sale, bones for sale By happy accident a woman of the world gave you what for Or took a brush to your predicted ruin, you decide In a moment when the longed-for became real Would you let her be the star, she’ll make you shine like music in sweet air a strange and awesome seer said your pride will bring you down but wherever you lie or turn your eye there’s someone to forgive and bones for sale, bones for sale are you poor black trash or the dirty white kind?
Open up your eyes, the guardians have left our country Gentlemen are soft and stony elegance makes light of purity On balance it’s a mystery, obscurity has got you down Chase the flying bat-rat ponies, race the blown-up bean counter wannabe Pinups in a finkish world The poets whine, the poets twirl their metaphors for old cat nosehair Someone soon will want to buy it And all the while their numbers grow like credit cards Who wants to be the griot, town crier, Grand Vezir And give your life of snow-white fingers and lazy arms When no one’s listening to you You want to move me, you want to move me Oh, speak to me of curly clover, green winds of your childhood Sinful dazed, holy and mortified, blacked-out smiling Bunkered and cup-froze, snore-in-your-breadline POV Till they can’t help but see ya (wouldn’t wanna be ya) You call them on the way they go and take it on What fools these mortals be My tongue is tired and silence is suspect The muse you use is drowning by the minute The muse you cruise could pass you when you’re in it Like .04 I’m past the legal limit I ain’t 22 and I don’t got a gimmick Say, what you gonna leave? And those who know will grow to write for “Someday This Will All Be Over” magazine
In Orbit 01:38
Pray 04:40
We roam the land with fur-covered bones and faith this high, damn us I pray there’s a glow before we know our work is done, damn us I pray you are my fighter Take us on a racing ride or I will lose my mind Can a pose, a goal you don’t know the meaning of damn us? I pray pray pray…. Strangers to the sun Pale men walking out Do I stand to fall for a red, red while Drunk upon my time? Shall I gamble on the ghost to raise me from my grave? Strangers to the sun Fair men walking out
Surfer Girls 05:26
Party over at midnight, sleep until two A finger in the side, damning the rude outside (tearing your peach-fried mind that’s bottom-of-the-sea born) and loving it Hey bone down, there ain’t no halfway 3-D ground You turn on your own arm to get the chaos and deals in motion And to best this is rote to end on a C note Willie-boy checks his gun – go pistolero and turns to watch the surfer girls Bag that blue hyaline Good sailing once you pay for your seas in gloaming She, skin train below the wreck of pleasant rain and clocks made of seed that falls to your feet like motel ice Dusk keeps the torque and I’ll sing so long as dreams speak of the flood (I see you in most of them) but not the ruining shifts of sand Here are the rules of life: A tank to borrow, a cup to save In the wake and in the blood the bleach-black sea rolls over the diamond backs of surfer girls
Sunshine is on me Love stung blue sun burns the day I will wait I will pay For your sunshine


released May 1, 2005

Produced by Benny Cha Cha

Recorded by Benny Cha Cha in the Throne Room and the Hole, Brooklyn, NY.
Additional recording at Chez Shaw, Brooklyn, NY and MNO Studios, Oakland, CA

Mixed by Ken J. Friesen, Benny Cha Cha and Marilyn Carino at Marni’s Diner, Almonte, ON, Canada
Mastered by Mike Fossenkemper at TurtleTone Studios, New York, NY

Cover painting by Jessica DuLong * CD layout and design by Marilyn Carino
Photography by Robert Person and Jennifer McCabe

Mudville is: Marilyn Carino – vocals * Benny Cha Cha – all sounds except where noted
All lyrics by Marilyn Carino. All music by Marilyn Carino and Benny Cha Cha
All songs published by SheMan Music (SESAC)/House of Cha Cha (SESAC)
Mudville logo font is channel tuning, thanks to Jeff Levine @ braineaters.com

Thanks and praise: dred, nate, spanky john b, chuck, mno, campy, moose, anna, avi, diego, ken, marni, jessi & mike friesen, mike f., mike sim, chris brown, tim luntzel, michael p. brennan, jen & rob, jessica, michelle casillas, peter harris, sean anderson & brian machon for the glam stylee, delia espinosa, mom & dad, tim & erica @ atoz, fiona bloom, perry serpa & stefanie shapira @ goodcop pr, jay zaretsky, percy carey, nomad & azar @ day by day, seamus holman, david kokakis, japser coolidge & all @ pianos nyc, the lovelies @ bar sepia, brooklyn and the soka gakkai family
extra special thanks to james campilongo and jessica dulong
marilyn thanks ben with much love and appreciation


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