Mantennae

by David P. Smith

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04:31
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04:23
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MANTENNAE marks a change and transition from earlier work in mood, personnel, instrumentation and songwriting. Atmospheric pedal steel snakes through a couple of almost straight C&W numbers, cabaret meets funeral parade in the horn and ukelele ensemble, the piano makes its debut, a cameo vocal performance by B.A. Lampman… a gently eclectic, subtly addictive journey.

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released September 3, 2009

All songs written by David P. Smith and arranged collectively by the musicians involved except Random Rules by David Berman (Civil Jar Music)
Recorded in the Lap of Luxury by Scott Bennett, Scott Henderson, and Glen Ramage.
Except:
Daily Agenda recorded at The Fort in Ladysmith by Scott Bennett.
Liquor Soaked Road and Random Rules recorded in the living room at 1441 Walnut Street by Scott Bennett, Scott Henderson, and Mike Irwin

Mixed and Mastered by Herr Wolf at the Palace of the Golden Dragon
Back up vocals for tracks 6 and 8, percussion for track 6 recorded at The Palace of The Golden Dragon by Herr Wolf.

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Track Name: Daily Agenda
The sun comes up the sun goes down
the world spins round and round and round
I get up in the morning get out of bed
rub my eyes and scratch my head
pull on my pants button up my shirt
drink a cup of coffee and go to work
I do the things that are the things that have to be done
and then I go home and down goes the sun

The sun goes down here comes the night
I go to bed and hold my darling tight
I dream I'm crowned the Fool of the Town
dogs are barking birds are flapping round
a fat black fly's lazy buzz
rattles the shutters of my unconsciousness

And I get up in the morning get out of bed
rub my eyes and scratch my head
pull on my pants button up my shirt
drink a cup of coffee and go to work
I don't get too low I don't get too high
sometimes I laugh but I almost never cry
at the end of the day I say good-bye

The sun goes down here comes the night
I go to bed and hold my darling tight
I dream the sky falls down to the ground
and it's so thick you cut it with a knife
to walk five miles takes your whole life

The sun comes up the sun goes down
the world spins round and round and round
and round and round and round
and round
Track Name: Kind of Like a Roger Miller Song
My hands appear melted to the steering wheel
as morning sun angles through the windshield
driving to work down Bay Street
and the rain-soaked air smells so sweet
I feel like I might puke
Must be some kind of gag reflex
but it's no joke my friends
Events compress
days stampede by
destroying everything in their path

The question ain't is the cup half full or half empty
when rivers of blood erupt from the plasma TV
and Jesus is shivering in the icebox
he's crouching there turning blue
you don't know what to do
his robes are smelling funky
he's chattering like a rhesus monkey
who just came back on a satellite from Mars

You dug the pit you wallow in
you shit the shit you're swallowing
if your days have a hollow ring
ask yourself who constructed them

The weeping woman in the sky blue tracksuit
strides purposefully without purpose
past crappy boutiques shoppers pharmacy
circuit city the house of knives
people leave a trail of sadness
like a slug leaves its slime
Complicated people with their complicated lives
complicated people with their complicated lives
complicated people with their complicated lives

And it's kind of like a Roger Miller song
nothing wacky one of the serious ones
only much much sadder and a whole lot less beautiful

It's kind of like a Roger Miller song
nothing wacky one of the serious ones
only much much sadder and a whole lot less beautiful
yes it's much much sadder and a whole lot less beautiful
Track Name: Liquor Soaked Road
When you're a lifeless old toad
the romance of the liquor-soaked road
will start to become quite faded
When your sick tired soul
oh so deformed and so old
has gone way past the point of being jaded
Then the half remembered nights
drunken argument and fights
maudlin sentiment
so-called friends that came and went
things you said but never meant
will come raining like hail upon your memory

CHORUS
And there ain't no lie any thicker
than the one about the romance of liquor
and there ain't no road to ruin any quicker
than one of inebriation
darkness and degradation
one paved with sorrow
one they call the liquor soaked road

There will be nobody grieving
won't matter what you do or don't believe in
at the end of your dark drunken trail
There will be no church bells ringing
won't be no angel choirs singing
when your life light flickers and fails.
And all the people you let down
with your drunken running around
every lie that you told
to weasel one more for the road
every bottle you drank
'til you were pissed and you stank
will come raining like hail upon your memory

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