Psychmonde

by A Love Electric

Released 04/29/2016
Ropeadope Sur Records
Released 04/29/2016
Ropeadope Sur Records
Psychmonde, in its collective approach, is a block party in one of the most happening “barrios” one could imagine, and we are all invited. 

W. John Medeski, Billy Martin, Arto Lindsay, Fer Ruvel, Alex Otaola, Loli Molina, Manuel Cafferena
  • 03:12
    Jungle Earth (feat Billy Martin and John Medeski)
  • Lyrics Telemasque
    She lost her life to the internet
    ba ba bow
    Docile, by it went
    Heavy metal makeup breasts
    Time to call your friends about it now
    She's living for the photograph
    Color up the bottled past
    Tele- masque
    You are weapon
    He tried but he barely wept
    It was thin but a good attempt
    He was radical in what he meant
    Time to tell my friends about it now
    Tele- masque
    You are weapon
    I remember before it went down
    Tele- masque
    You are weapon
  • Lyrics Im in love with the Both of You
    I
    -
    e
    - Owe - you the limbs of me
    A beat see me saw it shake my knee
    Its the pulse of the weekend
    He has the pulse of the weak
    He Owe Un wunderkind
    o p q ran the skin of you
    Lay your head inside of mine
    El men en ding shock alive
    Got you are naked to the tooth
    Now you naked to the tooth
    Got you naked to the tooth
    Got you naked
    And Im in love with the both of you
    Im in love with the both of you
    I make love with the both of you
    With the both of you too
    You are s tipping over my heart
    U v dubstep danger tongue
    Take my pulse and keep it
    Take my pulse and keep
    And Im in love with the both of you
    Im in love with the both of you
    I make love with the both of you
    With the both of you too
    Sight be cheap we are quite alike
  • Lyrics White Jesus
    In the veins of America
    Have I mistaken your love for trust?
    Have I mistaken your love?
    I tried to take care of you
    My skin is mad and my tongue is rough
    My past is mad and my heart
    ’s gone tough
    And put your body on the wooden limb
    They have conquered us men again
    The Spanish tongues and the metal sins
    And put your body on the wooden limb
    White Jesus
    Crossing up your foreheads
    We pay new life scarred in ash
    We pledge defeat before we are asked
    You hit us and we ask again
    Drawing signs on our beauty chests
    Reaching in our pockets to pay your weapon fist
    Put your body on the wooden limb
    Come out your homes and worship him
    The lights are false, the deeds are dim
    Put your body on the wooden limb
    White Jesus
  • Lyrics Be That Mule

    As the crow flies bleeding

    As the Earth goes its screaming

    I will take care of you

    Unless I must take care of me too

    I got to be that mule

     

    As your skin goes wrinkling

    As your eyes go blinking

    From space we must look alive

    The sight of the urn

    I got to be that mule

     

    As our lips speak weakly

    Of the attention we are needing

    As wonder weeps sleeping

    I can’t focus on this thing

     

     

     

    And Be that Mule that Mule

  • Lyrics Dust to Bone

    There is a summer in the bad midwest 

    Up where the photographs go 

    I go for motorbike wind face smile 

    I sing its take by sin 

    I met him sleeping on the lake of fire 

    I have no interest in your heart 

    I put my hands where the devil

    s mouth goes 

    I shook his toes and slept away 

    Im looking for the man 

    Im looking for the man 

    Don

    t be serious, I am dust to bone 

    I lied and lied and spoke in circles 

    I had nearly all you tricked 

    In the Spring when the snow went to rivers 

    I hid my tongue in the wild sin 

    Light my wires in a comic fire 

      its what you got to talk about   

    Apologize I am broke of fight 

    Tell a grown girl she cannot lie 

    Im looking for that man 

    Im looking for that man 

    I, am dust to bone 

    Apologize I am broke of fight you are mine, now he is mine

  • Lyrics Information Blue
    In the skin of the satellite
    Im thinking myself out of it
    Im thinking myself out of it
    Beneath the veins of the radios
    Im fascinated by the noose
    Im fascinated by the noose
    A click where my body was
    Open me up Ill crack a little
    Open me up I
    ll crack a little
    I would give you what you want to hear
    But I Cant tell whats real
    I can
    t tell whats real
    Information Blue
    Heavy but ya hollow
    Heavy but Im hollow
    I want to sell myself free
    my heart is gone digital
    my heart is going digital
    What the mighty market makes of me
    talk more than we
    re good for
    light more than you good for
    Your suns are few and sick
    Time is writing me up
    Time is writing me up
    You
    ll pick what you need of me
    And sick it up for them
    And sell it thick to them
    Confusing need again
    With whats left to feel
    With whats left to feel
    Information Blue
    All is heavy but hollow
    Your love is heavy but its hollow
  • Lyrics Odile
    Odile
    My mother
    s getting old
    Its hard to say but I know
    She
    s nervous all the time
    She
    s nervous in my mind
    I have turned into my Dad
    My jokes are getting bad
    God keeps me here in line
    God keeps me all my life
    Its turning like a clock
    The clouds are tied in knots
    this town is waiting for a beating
    Town is waiting for the beating
    The wind is picking up
    The Earth and other stuff
    Every ash that it can find
    Every ash that isnt mine
    Is this how you take us away?
    Odile, Odile
    Give Me back my home
    The windows shook in shock
    The boats left their docks
    The hurricane is on
    The hurricane is on
    The water piled in
    Washed us back where we begin
    Comes to tell me what we
    re not
    Comes to tell me what Im not
    Is this how you take us away?
    Odic, Odile, give me back my home
    Odile, Odile
    Give me back my home
  • Lyrics This Love
    This Love is Not Like Anyone
    s
    I had turned in to my father
    Fascinated by the noose
    He has turned into my mother
    Loves me when he don
    t need to, loves when he don
    t need
    You look hurt like any other
    Shut your tongue, sell or lose
    Time is slow falling like a feather
    Burn my heart to make it move
    This Love is Not Like Anyone
    s
    You were standing in the weather
    In September sweat
    I drove countries just to get there
    You never get if you expect
    Black shorts and the internet
    Chain from your pocket hang
    I led you to the end of it
    And you jumped without me saying
    This Love is Not Like Anyone
    s
  • Lyrics Bread and Circus

    South of the imaginary lines

    where the uniformed and ironed men and and women that look like boys and girls, skin on the face still soft, 

    wear their gloves and glasses

    bad men are winning the imaginary wars they’ve begun so they could win them

     

    Jhosivani put his feet to the ground he slept on this morning

    dark toes and light palms

    the merry go round Earth

    4 kilometers down the wild vein roads cut between

    the complete canvas greens where his cousins and father and Uncles cut and culled beauty

     

    to the bus and the sings, where there are, look cheap and weathered but the women are still pretty, he was wise enough to not love them

    The politicians are the heroes they will tell you, photos of feeding young Indian women and boys, places they would never go if not for the photograph

     

    Jhosivani has no numbers or cards in banks or machines, he exists because his heart does

    his mother still loves him with loud command on the baby city green ride to the schools that might take him somewhere someday

     

    After they cut them down,

     

     People paid attention for a while, they wrote and made videos and sold them

     But the wicked came with Bread and Circus

      Bread and Circus for the City

    pan y circo para el pueblo

     

    Today he is reading stories of revolutions and dignity, the wind blows the page corners through the bus windows

    He is adding numbers with his fingers while the taxis turn and the sun crawls from its sleep

     

    He’s the type of boy who looks straight to your eyes, but not through them

    He’ll give you a chance

     

    The government is letting the grass grow tall between school and town

    On streets named after people they surely would murder 

     

    Everybody know the president here is type of man who looks to your eyes but you know his heart is looking somewhere else, he came once after the boys were cut down, 

     

    The martyred men say they shot and burned Jhosivani’s friends, the boys he slept next to and one time, by the whistle trees, sang a song about Christmas

    He asks about justice and most of the women he wanted to love disappear

     

    murdered and martyred, he’s gone too

     

     

     When they shot them up

     People paid attention for a while

     Until the wicked came

     With Bread and Circus

      Bread and Circus for the City

     

     

    All Jhosivani asks, gone now, was for dignity before he grows up 

    Just that no one forgets dignity can exist

    He wants the blood you have be treated as no more precious than the blood that shoots around the veins of the boy on the city bus in Guerrero

     

    The president still flies in his own airplane to meet businessmen and women and drug dealers and the most powerful boys in the world. He takes vacations

     

     And when we worry

      People pay attention for a while

     Until the wicked come

     With Bread and Circus

     Bread and Circus for the City

     

  • Lyrics Barrio
    ou never too old to care babe
    Morning is a kick to spine
    That girl is a bleeding painting
    Of her fathers desperate mind
    Motorcycle martyr
    Cooking with the blood of Christ
    Christmas is being murdered
    And the music is getting tired
    A C G F#min
    White man, white man
    Hows it so hard to find a home
    White man, White man
    Cant you just love your own
    E C C#min(b5)
    Barrio Barrio
    E A G A
    Barrio Barrio
    You learn to laugh about it, you learn to laugh about it
    The metro shotgun engines
    Picture frame down the stairs
    The taxi girls are waiting
    We silent but are well aware
    Of the crooked steeple speeches
    Of the plastic pedal rose
    Daylight moon coughing
    I am magic and wrecked and old
    White man, white man
    Hows it so hard to find a home
    White man, White man
    Cant you just love your own
    Barrio Barrio
    Heaven makes no difference, heaven makes no difference
    Barrio Barrio
    You learn to laugh about it, you learn to laugh about it
    Doctor doctor do your dealing
    Dirty up a virgin mind
    Barrio Barrio Heaven is no different
  • Lyrics You Are Not Gone

    You are Not gone

    You are just Waiting

    Somewhere I cant see

  • Lyrics One Vicious Disco
    One Vicious Disco
    Is it within you, to know to care?
    In his feelings
    In the air
    Its beneath him to have to care
    Poison man
    Poison head
    face of enemy, we could be friends
    di doo doo de dii doo
    He carry heavy
    The weight he lives
    Don
    t break his bones, don
    t twist his legs
    He talks of yester
    He coughs in years
    Time lazy, the light appears
    He wakes up at nighttime
    Wakes up at night
    Crack a moon and
    One Vicious Disco, One Vicious disc
    1980
    Band of night
    Made the most of a cocaine life
    Underground
    3rd street down
    Comes Up to breath, used to own this town
    He wakes up its nighttime
    He wakes its night
    Passed by
    Empty fight
    Passed by
    Crack the moon and
    One Vicious Disco
NOTES
For their 2016 release, “Psychmonde” A Love Electric chose to keep the creative work in house, recording in the studio of drummer Hernan Hecht in Mexico City, Hecht producing and mixing, after previous ,NYC-tracked, records The Naked Beat (Danny Blume, producer) and Son of A Hero (Patrick Dillett, mix).

Psychmonde finds A Love Electric realizing what has thus far proved difficult, translating the energy and character of the band’s live show to record. For this, …
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Son of A Hero

by A Love Electric

Released 09/16/2014
Ropeadope Records
Released 09/16/2014
Ropeadope Records
www.youtube.com/toddclousermusic

An explosive trio of three nationalities hailed as the tomorrow of creative rock by Mexico City's leading newspaper, La Jornada, performs at some of the world's finest rock festivals, jazz clubs, and cultural landmarks.
  • 03:30 Story Lyrics
    Be The Evolution

    Dust is my body, and God is a Digital Man

    Son of the Corporate, how do you clean your past

    Wake and be the mule

    Any heart left in you

    Im a lover Uncertain, I am covered in illusion's ash

     

    As for Patience As for my wrongs 

    I have no shame left fear i am beyond  I'll be your pistol I'll be your pistol

    Be the Evolution Be The Evolution Be The Evolution

     

    Life become me kid, spit from the tongue of time

    Passing Las Vegas I, look at what they've done to our minds

    Beat it with a sling blade

    Every man is self made

    I try disappearing, but the city's such waste of style

     

    As for compromise, As for accept

    These are just words left, Desperate is the safest bet

      Make me a pistol, Make me a pistol

    And be the evolution, Be the evolution

     

    The révolutions are only revealing

    The revolutions are only televised

    The revolutions are twisted on the clock from above

    property of the empty, birthed by secret neighbors unknowing of to whom they are gifting their labor, the newspaper makers, the colored television inventors, the alcoholic sober talkers

    Well ya know, Well ya know, the claws to feet to hands to thumbs to thought to babies, its over, the revolution is over,

     its going to take the sixth sense. The sixth sends of the human heart. The sixth sense of the human heart. The overcome, you the brave, you the brave, you the brave, be the evolution, be the evolution, society is but a nuisance, poisoned to complacence, the evolution of revolt is a complete recalculation of thought and intention, we are the evolution, be the evolution, be the evolution

     

     

     

     

     

  • 03:15
    Hollywood Nation
  • 03:53 Lyrics
    Mo City Kid

    They made love in the country

    They got high after school

    They had met in the recess heart, empty

    On the morning when her father left for good

     

    Pity's just a piece of the devil he said

    And he undressed to her breasts with speak

    There is yellow in the fire sunset

    Laid her head on his skinny knees

     

    This, Love, not Like Anyone's

    For man never rest

     

    In the morning, He took her down to London

    Alcohol put them both to sleep

    Chased the pigeons round the statues and fountains

    The big red bus, 2 dollars cheaper than the train

     

    The city takes to the bar in the sunset

    They' watched the boys on old Compton Street

    This life is a picture This must be what we wait for

    To the night, hand in hand, on  for on

     

    Shame, Fault, a Britain once Great

    They throw everything they want at you 

    But its comfort, not your life of they beg

     

    Mo City Kid

  • 04:07 Lyrics
    Mr. Kahn

    In the bowels of Chicago

    Where the laundry flips its mills

    Where the streets are owned by the invalids

    There's glass webbed at every door

     

    Where the meter maids are undressing

    Themselves for the alcoholic men

    Carrying cardboard hearts with gentle pleas

    Pissing on the church steps where Mary lays

     

    It was the sun sun sun set

    woke him to the best ever wind

    To the station, he'd won the lottery (out with the cyanide)

     

    G        Bb         A

    Mr Kahn scratched his ticket to the morgue

     

    Where hope has all gone capsized

    And dire mars pok the people's skins

    Where there's dollars shaved deep beneath your fingers

    Where he worked and barely sinned

     

    Perhaps it was brother in the mustache

    The old boy couldn't make a job last

    Hiw kids they were far too young

    Just teetghin, his wife always seemed the angel 

     

    Someone bought the poisoned water

    And poured it to his vodka tall

    When he changed the television station

    No one must have been looking

     

    It was the moon the moon the moon charm

    That shined on his breathless skin

     

     

     VERSE

     

     

    In the parlents of our times

    When money rolls thicker than blood

    And blood tricks thick for money

    Its hard to know, there's so many people to say it was

     

     

     

     

    D   G     D    G    D   Emin     G     F

    Poor Poor Mr Kahn you see

    He tipped the clerk twice his pay

    Whist whist whistled the land of the free

    Mr Kahn scratched his ticket to the morgue

     

  • 04:17 Lyrics
    Hush

     

    A Vacant Gun

    Swollen want

    Medicine skin

     

    Skinned to vein

    Cocaine hands

    Turn from mind

     

    We can lie just a little

     

    Hold your hips

    Wet with light

    Be Vanity

     

    Shut your fists

    Like your mouth

    The veins police

     

    Our blood lies just a little

     

    Constantly Overcome

    By the Big in Light

    By the Big in Light

    Constantly I am Overcome, Undone

     

     

    Leave your body

    To the bed 

    Our dusted mouths

     

    I Cant be him

    But I can try

    To lift your eyes

     

    CauseI can lie red and better

     

    I work in sweat

    My stories thin

    I can't be him

     

    Dusted Kids

    Lick my hands

    Shut your fists

     

    Constantly Overcome

    By the Big in Light

    By the Big in Light

    Wicked head same songs is this all you really want

     

  • 03:48 Lyrics
    Sex in America

    St. and Main

    The flood of the spring

    Look at us now

    Look greedy

     

    Warmblooded boy

    Rollerskate girl

    Summer is on

    How'd you miss me

     

       Choose me now chosen one

     

    The mule and the gun

    Minneapolis tires

    You follow your heart

    So heavy

     

    Blood of a stone

    Clothes wind away

    The gloves and the saws

    This bores me

     

    Sex in America

    I am lost to control

    Sex in America 

    Think Im losing control

     

    My mind is chemical

    Im lost to control

    Sex in America

    Let me do what Im told

     

     

    Sex in America

     I lose control

    My mind is chemical

    My mind is chemical

     

    All in this town

    a mirror talk back 

    Word no sound

    Are you confessing?

     

     hear the applause

    I wanna feel your breath

    All over my neck

     

     

     

  • 04:26 Lyrics
    2100

    10 bar Intro

     

    e|  A  |  G  | 2/4 B |

    e | A| g | b

     

    short  x 2  chorus

     

    vs

     

    intro

     

    ch  - short

     

    vs

     

     

    BR

    In 4       D         Ebmin        G        Gmin

                 F /C        C            B7b5   B7   b5

     

    ch - short

     

    vs

     

    out looping short

     

     

     

    2100 

    We can leave Jesus behind

    2100

    Knifed the color from our minds

     

    The great eclipse of the human soul

    Undressed undercover, Our singers growing old

     

    The sixth sense of the battered heart

    Hope is out of style, Your word is your art

     

     

    2100 

    Cut down like an old hotel

    2100 

    Everyone's the same by now

     

    Get a shake of the wild sun

    Manhattan is grey,  end's assured when its begun

     

    Airplane weather, Turn out ill

    Don't you underestimate what want can make real

     

     

      History is tomorrow, is the only things that ever lasts

      I need you like lightning, like hell wind, like death

      Take the liar from our lungs, fall me over in love

      Just do what you said

     

    2100

    Winter is a state of life

    2100

    Imagine me with all your might

     

    Up in arms with a broken gun

    I am just waiting for the chance to run

     

    Hennepin  Winter weeps

    Catalog men, women on the edge of their knees

     

    2100

    Imagine with all your might

    2100

    Imagine with all your might

     

  • 04:41 Story Lyrics
    Tlalpan Girl

    Tlalpan Girl

     

    f min      db      bb       f      gmin   d       f        c        

     

    Crossing my chest to pray

    Time of night where dark meets day

    Her teeth are shot and skin is draped

    Preparing a smile

     

    Our Bodies in the bloodless rain

    Her Face grey like a hurricane

    Her eyes ash like a fire's flame

    We have done this all before

     

    Cmin  Eb   Bb   Cmin

    She makes no attempt to lie

    I admire I admire

    Circle pulse of the radio wires

    Past the the liars, I Been a liar

     

     

    Ab    Cmin

    Your animal bones

    Ab     Cmin

    My animal bones

     

    bb         f           c

    Tlalpan Tlalpan Girl

     

    Freedom is unordered love

    For a moment the pain was still

    Violins in the red motels

    I am Bending and bending away

     

    Lightning music falls

    Just wanted you to hear me sing

    I am a God child, I was born in need

    We are Bloom and bled the same

     

    I want to cry to whoever it's been hard

    to let your heart howl, let our hearts howl

    The wreck-ed space above your brow

    Tell me any story, Tell me it again

     

    Tlalpan Girl

     

  • 05:01 Lyrics
    Elijah

    Morning Lord, bring a new chord from somewhere beneath my skin

    Up how the little birds go to swim out on the wind

    Laid out on the Earth's floor count the veins in my hand

    Through and through he moves me to wake up and try again

     

    Great God, pretend now, humor us with your wit

    Color us in sunshine and carry my bodies to rest

    Make me `no promises,  but make good what you begin

    Marry our hands to the twilight swallow every lie they've said

     

    Overcome and underlived 

    Your hair shuffles with the wind

     

    Elijah, Elijah, Down from all the light

     

    Who is it thats done the hurt on you, in the motel meeting we sleep

    Face of ask, pillow cough, someone you need to believe

    Chain choke around his neck broke, black like space in my teeth

    Meet me out by the fountain, I'll be there when the sun and moon meet

    He is a boy from the country

    I am a child end to start

    The sky is so busy

    But it led me to his heart

    We Promised not to grow old

    And cold and thick in word

    Our music it grew darker

    This is how our city sounds

     

    When is it you were hurt

    When your eyes got changed

    I hope it wasn't me

    But I am selfish that way

    Most of the time you smile

    Its because no one understands

    How far down you been and seen

    Crawled up with your bare and dirty hands

     

    Most of the time we spend thinking

    How to impress you from believing

    This weakness tied above my neck

    This past I don't believe, can't let you see

     

    Most of the time he comes heavy breathing

    Dark shirt and a necklace, shoes shining

    The weakness tied around his neck

    Spend a whole life hiding if you're scared that way

     

    Elijah, Down from the light

     

    I care for you

    But we are burning down and down

    And taking each other to ash

    I let you go and you will sink

    I let me go

    And I got a chance to escape me

     

    I want you by my side

    But we are sinking this whole town

    And my lungs are thick and wet

    I take your hand across my chess

    And let it fall

    And don't you go losing your heart now

     

     

  • 02:40 Lyrics
    By Hand and Body

     

    I'm lit awake at the morning window with thought and question and we don't want to be angry

    I want to say whats it like to be us, that there is us and maybe feel what its like to not have anything to gain

    Everything to lose I am us, so convinced of losing what we never had

    Frightened to death by this tower of people dressed the same but trying to be a part of it

     

    History will measure me down to very little but we should be used to that by now

    We built a ce-meant ship on a stone of weighted air and water and started fighting over it

    We all got so important many weren't saved by our own inventions 

    There is a street here I am walking ash of some great star and busy waiting for someone to be a hero

     

       Its a serious situation

       Irony conquering the hearts of man

     

    New York City is gone and its never coming back, its just a story leftover

    We are comfort now, suburban lovers, and ashtray televisions, the mighty information make

    Perhaps the prescriptions should tell the story of a trouble inconvenient

    That money is no medicine, demand imagination said the history book to its subjects

     

    By Hand and Body

    I will move you along

    Wash your worry

     

    By Hand and Body

    Pity comes Undone

    Brave in Love

    Brave in Love

     

     

    We are just hanging, just hanging on

    I beg of worry

    To leave me alone

     

    By Hand and Body

    Love is overcome

     

    By Hand and Body

    We are the wicked ones

    By Hand and Body

    Barely moved along

    By Hand and Body

    My head rests alone

     

     

    Its a serious situation

    And the best we know how to do is laugh

     

     

    I can't get rid of you father, You are the star that lasts forever, never disappears

    Irony is beating grace in imitating something like feeling and cheap identity

    Drop the nails and the pens under the firework rain ad get up and save somebody

    Pull the eyes of the world towards you, the triumph of no country, of every man, the disintegration of greed

     

NOTES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB5XeVrUR5g

Led by guitarist and vocalist Todd Clouser, a voice recognized as at the forefront of a new generation of post genre artists, A Love Electric carries the sonic legacies of psychedelic rock, New York City's downtown scene, and introspective song into new territories. Having performed over 150 concerts in 2013 across three continents, ALE has gained praise from critics and fans of rock, jazz, and experimental musics alike.


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CHANT

by Todd Clouser

Released 04/14/2015
Imagination Demand
Released 04/14/2015
Imagination Demand

https://www.youtube.com/embed/G0wWmoTZ11o

With CHANT, prolific rock/jazz guitarist Todd Clouser reaches back to the days of American Prison song and Field Chant for inspiration.
  • 01:36 Lyrics
    You the Brave

     

    You are not solely information

    You cannot be purchased

    You are not the sum of your skills

    You are not your clickings

    Your information has a soul

    You are not the one who buys the product for the picture

    You are not this person

     

    You are not the calculated risk

    You are not the percentage probability of the focus men

    You are not the possessor of a single language

    You are of no country

    You are not afraid

     

    You are not a product or a consumer

    You are not a product and its consumer

    You are not consuming yourself

    You are not produced by your consumption

    You are not skin and bones

     

    You are not in need of belonging

    You are not concerned about how you are perceived

    You are not being lied to

    You do not allow yourself to be lied to

    You do not lie to yourself

    You yourself are not a liar

     

    You are not desperate to purchase a home

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

     

    Remember that whats important is not importance

    And that its going to take getting up on your own

     

    You are star dust, Mother tears, River ash, Wonder Sun, Brave Brave Brave Brave Brave, Triumph triumph triumph, new, new new end of lie end lies end of lies, You You You You You The Brave

     

  • 03:21
    Hold My Machete
  • 03:27
    Baby Brother
NOTES
Part Clouser's signature wild guitar work, part street choir, and part beat story teller, CHANT is a concept record celebrating music's ability to create new community.

In recording CHANT, Clouser reached out to friends and strangers in his homes of Minneapolis and Mexico City, from his neighborhood garbage man to members of Mexico City's thriving creative music scene, in creating groups of singers. Recorded in studios in Minneapolis, New York City, the Peruvian Amazon amongst …
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Boy 44

by Todd Clouser with John Medeski

Unreleased
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt9RQOZ53L0
A song suite performed once inspired by the life of Jhosivanni Guerrero de La Cruz, missing since September 26th, 2014 in the Mexican state of Guerrero.



  • Lyrics Boy 44

    Instrumental. Introduction to piece.

    Boy_44__.pdf

  • Lyrics When I Grow Up

    When I grow Up

     

    God forgive a poor boy

    I am no good for what you need

    My eyes are barely white now

    Between my heart and mouth, Im hardening

     

    Hurt has dust the bright in me

    They call me black but they called me weak

    My body tied to Earth here

    I go but never leave

     

    When I grow up

    Im gonna wear my head right

     

    Fiction heart walk with me

    Take my shoes, lift my knees

    Like a willow sun in winter heat

    I ask for alone, not sympathy

     

    Passing from the savage tongues

    Farmed by wooden window sun

    The wild wide open Earth

    The cities and their spitting guns

     

    Im gonna tell them all where I came from

    Im gonna tell them all where I came from

     

    When I grow up Im gonna make me a living

     

    SHEET MUSIC _When_I_grow_Up.pdf

  • Story Lyrics What They Gonna Do With All That Money?

    Child mother

    work your lungs

    there’s no place like

    the two you’re from

     

    they’ll sew us apart

    we were so tight

    But Jesus talks

    to you at night

     

    The weather’s songs

    And vicious sun

    Im sorry morning

    but my heart is bored

     

    My aging knees

    roughed and thin

    the ground and time

    Have broke the skin

     

    I’m already moving on x3

     

    Counting down

    my steps to none

    The weak are the boys

    with the blood on their guns

     

    Smells like spring

    but it hurts like hell

    I worked me torn

    I woke up and fell

     

    Im already moving on

     

    He begged and sinned

    And sinned and cried

    They gave him liquor

    He took their lives

     

    Everyone here

    Looks so tired

    They look so blank

    Their tongues of liars

     

    Im already moving on

     

    What they gonna do with all that money, that money, that money 

     

    MONEY__Boy_44.pdf

  • Story Lyrics Somebody's Watching You

    Do we have to speak about it?

    What do I need about it?

    Come hear and howl about it

    Make your lips 

     

    Do I need to bleed about it

    Do we have to beg

    Do I have to lose my voice about it

    Do I have to die about it too

     

    Everybody Here is wanting to see you weak

    Everybody here

     

    Have you made mistakes about it?

    Are you lying too?

    Have you tried to think about it?

    If Boy 44 was you

     

    Cause everybody here wants the same thing

    Everybody here thats awake

     

    How will they not forget about it?

    Unbreak their hearts anew

    How won’t they tell the truth about it?

    Until its their sons too?

     

    Cause everybody here wants the same thing

    Everybody here thats awake

     

     

    Everybody here is you and me

    Everybody here learned bad

     

    They Been Watching You

     

    _Somebodys_Been_Watchnig_You_from_Boy_44_bak.pdf

  • Lyrics He's Not Gone

    He's Not Gone, He's Just Waiting x4

    Waiting, Waiting somewhere you can't see

  • Lyrics You The Brave

     

    You are not solely information

    You cannot be purchased

    You are not the sum of your skills

    You are not your clickings

    Your information has a soul

    You are not the one who buys the product for the picture

    You are not this person

     

    You are not the calculated risk

    You are not the percentage probability of the focus men

    You are not the possessor of a single language

    You are of no country

    You are not afraid

     

    You are not a product or a consumer

    You are not a product and its consumer

    You are not consuming yourself

    You are not produced by your consumption

    You are not skin and bones

     

    You are not in need of belonging

    You are not concerned about how you are perceived

    You are not being lied to

    You do not allow yourself to be lied to

    You do not lie to yourself

    You yourself are not a liar

     

    You are not desperate to purchase a home

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

    You are not desperate

     

    Remember that whats important is not importance

    And that its going to take getting up on your own

     

    You are star dust, Mother tears, River ash, Wonder Sun, Brave Brave Brave Brave Brave, Triumph triumph triumph, new, new new end of lie end lies end of lies, You You You You You The Brave

     _You_the_Brave.pdf

  • Lyrics Bread And Circus

    South of the imaginary lines

    where the uniformed and ironed men and and women that look like boys and girls, skin on the face still soft, 

    wear their gloves and glasses

    bad men are winning the imaginary wars they’ve begun so they could win them

     

    Jhosivani put his feet to the ground he slept on this morning

    dark toes and light palms

    the merry go round Earth

    4 kilometers down the wild vein roads cut between

    the complete canvas greens where his cousins and father and Uncles cut and culled beauty

     

    to the bus and the sings, where there are, look cheap and weathered but the women are still pretty, he was wise enough to not love them

    The politicians are the heroes they will tell you, photos of feeding young Indian women and boys, places they would never go if not for the photograph

     

    Jhosivani has no numbers or cards in banks or machines, he exists because his heart does

    his mother still loves him with loud command on the baby city green ride to the schools that might take him somewhere someday

     

    After they cut them down,

     

     People paid attention for a while, they wrote and made videos and sold them

     But the wicked came with Bread and Circus

      Bread and Circus for the City

    pan y circo para el pueblo

     

    Today he is reading stories of revolutions and dignity, the wind blows the page corners through the bus windows

    He is adding numbers with his fingers while the taxis turn and the sun crawls from its sleep

     

    He’s the type of boy who looks straight to your eyes, but not through them

    He’ll give you a chance

     

    The government is letting the grass grow tall between school and town

    On streets named after people they surely would murder 

     

    Everybody know the president here is type of man who looks to your eyes but you know his heart is looking somewhere else, he came once after the boys were cut down, 

     

    The governor’s men say they shot and burned Jhosivani’s friends, the boys he slept next to and one time, by the whistle trees, sang a song about Christmas

    He asks about justice and most of the women he wanted to love disappear

     

    murdered and martyred, he’s gone too

     

     

     When they shot them up

     People paid attention for a while

     Until the wicked came

     With Bread and Circus

      Bread and Circus for the City

     

     

    All Jhosivani asks, gone now, was for dignity before he grows up 

    Just that no one forgets dignity can exist

    He wants the blood you have be treated as no more precious than the blood that shoots around the veins of the boy on the city bus in Guerrero

     

    The president still flies in his own airplane to meet businessmen and women and drug dealers and the most powerful boys in the world. He takes vacations

     

     And when we worry

      People pay attention for a while

     Until the wicked come

     With Bread and Circus

     Bread and Circus for the City

     

NOTES
Performance April 11, 2015 in Mexico City as part of the festival Ars Futura.

"Intense and Magnificent" - Conexion Rock

Jhosivani Guerrero De La Cruz walked 4 kilometers every morning to catch the bus to the school where he was studying to be a teacher, his dream, in the Mexican state of Guerrero. On September 26, 2014, Jhosivanni was one of 43 students kidnapped and “disappeared” by state police. His family in the ranching community of Omeapa still search for answers.

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