Mama Shogun

by Mama Shogun

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1.
I've stolen too much, and given too little now my legs have gone numb, and my lips drip with spittle and this sob-song I sing is coming out like a riddle and i'm running away: They'll cut me off at the middle The ship that I handle is lit like a candle so in day i'm too bright, but at night I can travel and they've seen me at last, and they mean to dismantle and their anchors come down with the sound of a gavel They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too They say: "Get out of your seat" They say: "Get off of your ass" They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too They say it again, so over I bend and I show them my side on which I rely They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too Well, i'm mostly water, but not this kind Well, i'm mostly water, but it can't save me They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too
2.
I got my sea-legs by the time we got back to shore I found my fingers slipping through the splintered cracks of your door I rolled the bones and every number came up 5-7-4 I got your letter and it said: "I cant take no more of you" and if you wanna get down, and if you want to get in i'm gonna give somethin' to ya and if you wanna get down, and if you want to get in i'm gonna get somethin' through your head I got my sea-legs by the time we got back to shore I found my fingers slipping through the splintered cracks of your door I rolled the bones and every number came up 5-7-4 I got your letter and it said: "I cant take no more of you" and if you wanna get more, and if you wanna get less i'm gonna give somethin' to ya and if you wanna give more, and if you wanna give in i'm gonna give somethin' to ya and if you wanna give more, and if you wanna give less i'm gonna give somethin' to ya and if you wanna get more, and if you wanna get less i'm gonna get somethin' through your head No.
3.
(vomit) I have got something of a problem: I've got snot clogging up my drain I have no tools with which to solve him my face is curling like a centipede I have not begun with the balding though I have shaven all my hair I have no control of my talking my face is just an absent part of me and I said: "Who asked for you anyways?" "Who asked for your stinkin', fuckin' ass around here?" Crawling up a flat wall: Memorize The Pain Crawling up a flat wall: Lubricate Your Enemies Pull another fast one: Make Another Name. Pull another fast one: Make Yourself An Enemy. (my guts on the floor)
4.
(a) God. 03:12
I've cut my name into the hilt of this blade hidden under my kilt I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness I'll soften the blade on your ligaments I've carved my name into your leg The land it knows from word of mouth I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness I'll soften the blade on your ligaments I've made a frame, but you don't fit it I'm not to blame; its your consciousness I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness I'll soften the blade on your ligaments It's cold down here I'd know, I made it It's becoming clear That you don't belong naked I'm beating a horse thats been dead too long You're running your course, please crash head-on I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness I'll soften the blade on your ligaments I've made a frame, but you don't fit it I'm not to blame; its your consciousness It's cold down here I'd know, I made it It's becoming clear That you don't belong naked
5.
Bootlickers 03:08
I am blind to the kind of resign of this captain Make it mongrel, speak in snarl bleed, and borrow all your claws. Doctors Lawyers Police Chiefs Employers Make it mongrel, speak in snarl bleed, and borrow all your claws. Bare teeth, don't breathe Don't you dare speak Wolves all follow a trail of sorrow Feast your eyes upon the blind Make it mongrel, speak in snarl bleed, and borrow all your claws. Sign the papers, Bloody Fingers. All that you leave seems to carry the weight of wishing but, you've gone fishing Make it mongrel, speak in snarl bleed, and borrow all your claws. (Everything that you see is untrue Everything that you say is untrue)
6.
Crank Plank 02:52
I can't put out fires, I have no desires I am not a liar, you have made me tired I've got nothing for you but "SCREW" I beget The Bastard, I tell him: "Go faster" Ether is relaxer, I will have no master I've got nothing for you but "SCREW" I can't put out fires, I have no desires I am not a liar, you have made me tired Can I suffer, like you suffer? Can I suffer, like you all? I beget The Bastard, I tell him: "Go faster" Ether is relaxer, I will have no master Can I suffer, like you suffer? Can I suffer, like you all?
7.
Why worry about wasting poison? It cures me of doubt, its a matter I have no choice in Let's hurry this up, my knees are losing patience It's blurry, its dark enough for me to fake it Drunk on pollen, I become perfumed with bile Count the hours, cut a notch for every dollar you burn Why worry about wasting poison? It cures me of doubt, its a matter I have no choice in Drunk on pollen, I become perfumed with bile Count the hours, cut a notch for every dollar you burn A freight train gripping the mist in the distance: a fistful of wishes. Blissed out on missing blistered kissing: wistful reminiscing. Blameless, nameless touch: I breathe a bit too much Clutch it until I blush Blameless, nameless touch: I breathe a bit too much.
8.
I'm gonna wear whatever I want, and I'm gonna fuck whoever I want, and I'm gonna talk however I talk, and I'm gonna walk however I walk, but When will I get mine? When will I become Queen of the Blues? Please don't put me in yer little box of cock-rock-rings and boxing socks I'm gonna pour nail-polish under my skirt, and face-fuck the microphone until it hurts, but When will I get mine? When will I become Queen of the Blues? I put my hands down and search for something, but face the fact that I'm always tugging nothing I lubricate the stuck and rusted, wretched screws, but soon my hands become the loving hangman's noose, but When will I get mine? When will I become Queen of the Blues? (La-La-La) When will I get mine? When will I become Queen of the Blues? but, I've walls and i've got solace I've got a purse inside my wallet and, I have finally got mine, but I have to get away from all of you
9.
Ship 03:46
Get it out of your system before it gets out of your hands Just focus on the mission: we're trying to avoid land Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine You're my gentle bump, my supple stump Now, thump the trunk of what ya thunk Let "Thunk" be humped by brittle junk Believe the bump will make us sunk Carving bamboo to scar tissue: Facial Tattoo, becoming new Sunk, we sunk softly Sunk, we sunk to free all our minds of mutiny Much mad we made of scrutiny of human streams, what semen sees and blackened bleeding of the knees Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine
10.
Simple Science won't explain magic Don't try to keep up with an addict Cough Syrup drips down from the attic Sewing needles prepare for the static Fuck it up, I said: "Fuck it up, it don't matter." Chug it up, I said: "Chug it up, it wont shatter." Gallop it off. Get it out, whats up your sleeve? Pet the part of me thats my Pet Peeve I wanna be alone, but please don't leave My telephone is only used to receive I wanna be alone, but please don't leave me My telephone is only used to relieve me of me I wanna be alone, but please don't leave me Leave me alone. Everyone that you know makes their own pain, and it'll stay that way Your legs are just made to stand in your way, and imma knead that clay Every Soul Singer dies this way, and They all say: "It's gonna be a real nice fuckin' funeral" Polish it off. Bottle your emotions every day, and then you can drink 'em away.
11.
Traveling out of the city, I felt a twitch in my spine which prepared me for the knitting: Christmas Belt of fishing twine but, what we offered was not mine the dummy laughter fakes mine Fill my bottle with you pity, at least its less sour than wine, well it makes me stupid and witty: widdling wood for your dime Sucking the sawdust out of a vine, I let my claws rust it takes time. Get driving to the means while shaking. Close your eyes, count to ten, and I'll open mine, and watch the light begin to bend Dry my eyes, I won't mend, but we can find a place to watch this begin to end Let the sky bleed out before you Break my back with gentle rain Let the branch beckon implore you Hold me down until i'm tame, but I will not be I will not. Could you fight for this? Would you sheathe your shame? Could you put a dent in it? Will I ever be the same as "I Was Not"? I was not I am not.

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released May 13, 2018

Sylvia Haynes: Vox, Lyrics, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Bass, Upright Bass, Synthesizer, Fender Rhodes, Acoustic Piano

Michael Badillo: Drums, Percussion

All music by Mama Shogun

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by Ryan Howe at Mozart Street Studio
( @mozartstreetstudioworld )

Mastered by Daniel Obregon at Pristine Sound

Album Art by Natasha Mikulich ( @natashamikulichphotography )

Liner Note Art by Natasha Mikulich & Sylvia Haynes

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