Mama Shogun

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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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Track Name: A Race to the Docks
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
Track Name: ...Just a Second Too Late
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.
Track Name: 90 Degrees of Effort
(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)
Track Name: Mermaid Bone
See here, my lovely
Please, rest assured; you'll rest your head on these lovely shores
and sure enough the sand became your crown
seagulls and sailors inside your wedding gown

Be the blacksmith of your iron house
Feed your letters to my desperate mouth

Cough up blood, please become by Christ
Take knives to the night and cut me a slice of that light

Be more bludgeoned, beast of cream, you are
Throw your feast up, replace it with tar

Well, cease this seasick, send me back to shore
deep as deep gets, the ocean is a w-h-o-r-e

See more than your eyes should see
Feel the contour of contorted feet
Place pacemakers underneath the ground
Hear my silence louder than my sound

Well, I had a simple daughter and I threw her away
She was a fruitful fodder and I threw her away

I had a peaceful thought and I threw it away
I had a sinful thought and I sold it to you

For a hell of a deal.
Track Name: (a) God.
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
Track Name: Bootlickers
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)
Track Name: Crank Plank
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?
Track Name: Wasting Poison
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.
Track Name: Queen of the Blues
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
Track Name: Sung Sung
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

Sung, we sung softly
Sung, we sung 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
Track Name: Southern Mouthwash
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.
Track Name: Put a Dent in it.
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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