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Produced by Andrew Metzger and Jim Watts
My Muse Is Dead
The desert sun was blazing down
And I was waiting for you
You were nowhere to be found
I stood there numb
I was writing a love song
When you clutched for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
CHORUS:
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was swirling in the air
I stood alone on Main Street
A tumbleweed blew through the square
I paced home stunned
I was singing a chanson
When you raised your gun high
Aim was never your strong suit
It was mine
CHORUS:
My muse is dead
The price of a turn to sin
My muse is dead
So maybe I’ll write something
About a clever disguise
And believing those eyes
Those ballads I wrote
Every word was a lie
[Meredyth:]
I cheated and stole
I mortgaged my soul
I gave you your music
Now my body’s cold
[Andrew:]
That’s another cut I’ve etched in wax
And you’re still dead
Yeah!
Words and music by Andrew Metzger.
Published by Market Failure Music (ASCAP). Lyrics reproduced by permission.
Andrew Metzger: lead and backing vocals, keyboards
Masa Sasaki: electric guitar
Jim Watts: acoustic and electric guitar
Emir Isilay: piano, Hammond B-3 organ, keyboards
Kai Kurosawa: bass
Hayden Scott: drums
Meredyth Braun: featured vocal, backing vocals
Sara Leib: backing vocals
Adam Farley: percussion
Clock the Honeycomb
You’re old enough to know better
Chasing the change as it rolls away
Another would-be Trump
Shaking her old tin cup
For a bone
You want that honey
So clock the honeycomb
You’re loose enough for loose lucre
But you can’t cash out if you don’t get paid
A shameless corporal sop
A faulty gynoclock
And no home
You want that honey
So clock the honeycomb
CHORUS:
Ambrosial visions of the honeycomb
Held by a god to your lips
Another chapter from an ancient tome
How honey’s hard to resist
You’re lithe enough to slink lower
Till your back gives out and it’s all made plain
Your lips are honey-sopped
Straight from the honeypot
Honeybee
So drool that honey
And slur your oil-smooth speech
CHORUS
You played at high finance
Fellated and romanced
But I could still buy you and your dog too
You took as your credo
Every bromide they’d feed you
But I know the truth and so do you
Words and music by Andrew Metzger.
Published by Market Failure Music (ASCAP). Lyrics reproduced by permission.
Andrew Metzger: lead and backing vocals, keyboards, melodica, percussion
Masa Sasaki: acoustic and electric guitar
Jim Watts: acoustic, acoustic 12-string, and electric guitar, backing vocals, percussion
Brett Farkas: electric guitar
Emir Isilay: piano, Hammond B-3 organ, keyboards
Kai Kurosawa: bass
Hayden Scott: drums
Midori Matsuo: percussion
I’d Pay
I’d pay for the privilege dear
To get my nose in your pudic lair
And I’d pay for the damage done
My hardened heart and my mind are all one
Hey! You! Climb onto my cloud
I got the bounty to get you
Taking me out
CHORUS:
You took one lick and swallowed me whole
I set the price and you took your toll
I took my time and you took control
I know I’m going to pay
So I’d pay what the market bears
To split my sac to a thousand common shares
Yeah, I’d write you a guarantee
If you’d cram it right down in my hour of need
One! Two! You understand now?
Just sign the contract and get to
Cleaning me out
CHORUS
Your heel on my coccyx and your lips done up in red
Trigger an all-out panic
And circuits breaking in my head
I should be jumping from buildings but I’m going long instead
You know where’s your daddy when you need him
CHORUS
Words and music by Andrew Metzger.
Published by Market Failure Music (ASCAP). Lyrics reproduced by permission.
Andrew Metzger: lead and backing vocals
Brett Farkas: electric guitar, guitar solo
Jim Watts: acoustic guitar
Emir Isilay: piano, Fender Rhodes
Kai Kurosawa: bass
Hayden Scott: drums
Dulcet Sounds
I remember it well—it was another lifetime
Found all the joy that one voice could bring
And if those sounds could have kept us happy
I’d do anything
I used to believe in a brighter tomorrow
I used to believe in a love come true
Life wore me down till I believed in nothing
But I believed in you
CHORUS:
But no dulcet sounds are going to set things right
‘Cause the fairy tale ends with a half-lived life
Scandals stream but I’m remembering
How my world lit up when I heard you sing
They can grind a man down
But they can’t take
That place deep inside
Where I keep those dulcet sounds that you plucked from the depths of your mind
They can take my laughter
They can take your life
I remember the time when a touch could soothe me
I remember the time before this all came routine
Now all we got are some plans, grand ideas
And a shattered dream
CHORUS:
But no dulcet sounds are going to set things right
‘Cause the fairy tale ends with a half-lived life
Scandals stream but I’m remembering
How my world lit up when I heard you sing
They can grind a man down
But they can’t take
That moment in time
When you sang those dulcet sounds that I’ve trapped in the depths of my mind
They can take my laughter
They can take your life
Before you even sang a word
You screamed aloud and you kicked the dirt
Then everything I’d hear and see
Became another part of me
Your every breath, your every sigh
Sped like a demon through my mind
I may be lonely, filled with fright
But those dulcet sounds they made my life
Words and music by Andrew Metzger.
Published by Market Failure Music (ASCAP). Lyrics reproduced by permission.
Andrew Metzger: lead and backing vocals
Brett Farkas: electric guitar
Jim Watts: acoustic and electric guitar, percussion
Emir Isilay: piano, Fender Rhodes, keyboards
Kai Kurosawa: bass
Hayden Scott: drums
Tina Guo: cello
Antonio Pontarelli: violin
Jeanie Lim: viola
Sara Leib: backing vocals
Strings arranged by Emir Isilay and Andrew Metzger.
Theory of Everything
They come out at night
From their time machines
Got a theory for everything
That you’ve ever seen
The perfect sweater-vest
For when the sun burns out
Ain’t never fathomed even
A semblance of a doubt
How could I argue when you bat those gray-green eyes?
So off you went
As I gnashed my teeth and sighed
But now you’ve got it
CHORUS:
In your eyes I could see
This was never meant to be
Then you danced your dance for me
Yeah!
You were sprawled on the floor
As you told me you were sure
And you purred your philosophy
Yeah!
You found it
You found it
The theory of everything
The latest protocol
An investment tip
Happiness can only be found
‘Neath a goddamn pyramid
If the moon implodes
If the drachma fails
The lizard race has a handshake that can
Keep us out of jail
Now who needs science when you wield that smile so bright?
So I said yes
And you just went on all the night
But now you’ve got it
CHORUS
Now they’ll brand it on
A line of toys
For little girls
And little boys
Who’ll revere your name
Like Kim Jong Il’s
Like Jesus said
Meekness kills
CHORUS
Words and music by Andrew Metzger.
Published by Market Failure Music (ASCAP). Lyrics reproduced by permission.
Andrew Metzger: lead and backing vocals
Kay-Ta Matsuno: electric guitar, guitar solo (#1)
Elliott Randall: guitar solo (#2)
Brett Farkas: electric guitar
Emir Isilay: piano, Hammond B-3 organ, keyboards
Kai Kurosawa: bass
Hayden Scott: drums
Jim Watts: backing vocals
Production credits
Produced by Andrew Metzger and Jim Watts.
Engineered and mixed by Jim Watts.
Vocal consultant: Sara Leib
Recorded at
Red Star Recording, Los Angeles;
Royal Triton Studio, Los Angeles;
Swan Place Studio, Los Angeles;
and ELZ Studios, London.
Mastered by Dave Collins at Dave Collins Mastering, Hollywood.
All songs words and music by Andrew Metzger. Published by Market Failure Music (ASCAP).
Album packaging:
Art layout: Vanessa Hansford at Duk Design
Art concept: Andrew Metzger
Photography:
Eric Lafforgue (cover and disc);
Ray Cunningham (back);
Stephan Jakoubek (gatefold);
Richard Hartog (liner notes).
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