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THERE IS NO NEED TO NAME THE MOON

by The Light Switches

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Old man set fire to your wasteland take that forlorn mask up off your face the phantoms that kindle candles on your mantle are never going to be reborn nor be replaced there's rusted bells on weathered ropes on top of mountains where only wildflowers ever go I fell asleep and dreamed I heard them laughing beneath the pale moon on a field of fallen snow Your child's leaving home now, though you seek her out at twilight and she answers when you call out her name she's leaving home now, you may as well admit it you're never going to be the same My sister said that Kali was goddess The lawyer said that baby Jesus was a man The Rabbi said Kafka had a cockroach I told that man John Lennon had a band I understand that death can be seductive and I've often seen how justice knows no shame but don't tell me this isn't a game, of course this is a game Go take a side, I'll take the blame, I'm not afraid Your child's leaving home now, though you seek her out at twilight and she answers when you call out her name she's leaving home now, you may as well admit it you're never going to be the same I survived the fortune teller I drowned the fraud who threw I ching to cut the constellations loose from fearful puppet strings My little birds make wicked masks with pretty painted wings when darkness falls we congregate and sing I saw the faithless girl who claimed to be a widow I heard the samurai who whispered from a cave Get off the road, take off your clothes, forget your friends untie your foes, nobody knows you are a ghost jump out your grave Your child's leaving home now, though you seek her out at twilight and she answers when you call out her name she's leaving home now, you may as well admit it you're never going to be the same (2x)
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Morning 03:29
I woke up early in the morning on top a mountain in the sun and left the house on nimble footsteps without waking anyone There was no time to take picture There was no mind to say a prayer I could not swear that I was happy I can't be sure if I was scared If I could I'd be more open And if I could I'd tell someone what I saw out on the mountain shining in the morning sun She blessed the source of your rain water She put the blanket on your bed Forget the language of surrender You will remember when you're dead Love and God and war and shadow games homes and hearts and hollow scarecrow brains Foxes waiting for the world to wane give it to me good and don't explain Your aim is sweet and true I woke up early in the morning on top a mountain in the sun and left the house on nimble footsteps without waking anyone
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good evening i'm a heathen and i stand accused of treason but believe me while i'm breathing i'm not afraid of thieving lots of people's making babies and someone's got to feed them go tell it on the mountaintop with everyone repeating the wilderness / is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s the wilderness / is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s money is made from men on the moon and hearts are made for breaking making love is always evil when it's shameful to be naked you don't need to be an astronaut if you have imagination if the money's unforgiving then the law is for the taking the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s there's love that seeks out fortune and love that's left behind from the insanity of wisdom by the depravity of time unwinding in the music that is magic never-mind said the statue to the statues that were stationed in a line behind the signs of life abandoned by the language of the blind divined by sultry repetition immaterial to time we find when the night falls, the bats call and the stars shine on the pratfalls in the baseball and the opera; Zarathustra, Cleopatra the mahatma, Kali Yuga, Dalai Lama, Martin Luther Kama Sutra, Alyosha, Dulcinea, Messasoia the Sequoia, the Coyote, Woody Guthrie, Goyaate Myamoto Musashi in Hindi and Farsi Italian and Japanese, the crescent moon, the banyon trees The setting sun, the seven seas, the air you breath, the blood you bleed the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s
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Sewn on the bluebird canyon road on the long lost Mexican coast haunted by the fisherman ghosts in their ghostly fisherman boats Shown my a nimble black faced fox with bracelet bells bound round her sox who’ll answer to an old Russian name and goes crazy at the first signs of rain Woh, this disowned jewish mother got married to a gentile man Woh, she holds a new born baby in her hands And the sun shows what only that old ocean knows every day is learning to let go Old Pop knew the whole world was out on a limb he taught his children how to swim He sent money to the old Ukraine where his brothers may still curse his name We drove from a New England evergreen grove to the Coatesville old folks home pop smiled and said “where to begin?” And I never saw him again Woh, he got in trouble for stealing horses from the czar Woh, he swam to Nova Scotia by the light of the stars And the sun shows what only the old ocean knows Every day is learning to let go And now this story must circle around to the gates of that old seaside town dressed in a wild flower gown watching the sun going down, down watching the sun going down, down watching the sun going down watching the sun going down watching the sun going down watching the sun going down watching the sun going down watching the sun going down watching the sun going down… That young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows….
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Alessandra 02:27
The whale song told the old victrola the world’s gone crazy hold me soldier you’re the closed sign on the glass door of the ghost town’s mom and pop drug store where the bull horn hollers out old scores from the whore house to the dance-floor Alessandra I am haunted but I promise that I want you even though i know you’re no good friend of mine While I was out on some fool’s errand you were dressed like Habsburg’s harem i wanted to touch like you were the moon when i was a child I knew if you do people act like you’re hopeless if you don’t then no one will notice Alessandra I am haunted but I promise that I want you even though i know you’re no good friend of mine for the artwork that covers these walls is fine advertisement and all but you’re the only one that draws my mind
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The music we make when we stay in one place dreams of leaving The music we make when we’re far away just wants to come home Home is the place that I go whenever I’m feeling That I will need some time to be a lone Alone is the black of the coat of the spirit lost dreaming As the clock on the wall in the hall recalls holidays And the girl on the street is discreet as the signs to the seashore Where the kites fly at night time and the moon shines on everyone’s face As glorious horses gallop by I’ll tip toe to my window and decide That the world within is the world outside When I fall from grace I long for a taste of what’s promised By the light of the stars we can see but can’t understand That the grace that we waste when we make haste and chase as we’re falling Is the very same place we disgrace like a bird in the hand As glorious horses gallop by I’ll tip toe my windows and decide That the world within is the world outside Girls don’t be sad that there’s sleeping black bats in cathedrals They make a beautiful sight taking flight as the midnight bells ring If you ever come close to my home like a ghost and you’re lonely Just open your ears and I’ll open my windows and sing
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Snowbound swan of lake lucern, black gypsy's cup of tea the clockmaker turned fugitive, the daylight's refugee blue whale of autumn's ocean, green crystal concubine pale polynesian flower, cold, cuckold bride of father time white wan deceitful darling , orphaned owl of Tokyo the boat that rows the earthly moat, but needs no oars to row your children home, show your children home there is no need to name the moon Beneath the roof of Medjoule's muse whose pimps prowl flowered lanes the jewelry is stolen, the tapestries are stained all promises are broken the clocks up on the walls won't ever change though there’s a wedding in the church-house and the wind blows softly across the fields I keep my eyes on the horizon I keep my consciousness concealed Misidentified magician, misanthropic mocking bird calliope's confession, prescient, wounded, whispered words the wolf who fooled the farmer, the hopeful hand me down the silver tooth of Betty Boop that two toned temptress clown the reaper's wife, the mermaid's knife, the fisherman's balloon above the sea eternally with nowhere else to row your children home, show your children home there is no need to name the moon
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I had a dream that I ran out of money in a land where it's illegal to be without money the Chinese mafia wanted so badly to kill me and the American Police didn't care to help i know it's hard to believe i'd need a knife up my sleeve even though we believe that I'm only sleeping yet i'm terribly sure i won't wake evermore if someone doesn't transcend the top floor of this troublesome nightmare While the devils on each level raise their voices from rolls royces chanting choices of mandates, tax breaks and topical temptations Namely shapely lady wants a baby ain't she crazy give her gravy on and on in the churches and the circus where the workers purchase worthless paperwork to justify the property they purchased I stood up at the pulpit like a shirtless mermaid versus Listen up lovely little ones we're taking over this service i didn't care about government schemes until i got evil spirit dreams dub c society trying to find me and this is the help police provided me: down on your knees, give us id, your job is bleed and plead mercy with cattle prods it's easy to see who is the man and who is the beast we are all animals/ people are animals children it has always been this /way we are all animals / let's act like animals when the people come / to take our homes / away You only are what you eat if you don’t have a superego lots of people eat like sea gulls but only heathens eat other people in the bible they eat sheep though even though it’s really illegal speak no evil, hear no evil go once a week to a steeple heretic, heretic, he is a heretic, we can't be heretics we are just farmers we want a government who won't disarm us, jesus is lord stop with your dharmas but only one seed will grow where your barn is Jesus believes he told Charles Darwin monkeys can't write in cuneiform, money can't make the monkeys perform for money to monkeys is magic to mormons and money is putting a hex on your corn so if you grow corn or if you eat corn or if you were born this market is cornered you better wake up and conform every morning or they'll put you in cages until you act normal we are all animals/ people are animals children it has always been this /way we are all animals / let's act like animals when the people come / to take our homes / away one third of myself is 100 percent of the part of myself I should spend on the rent and I told you I dreamed that my money was spent at first I was scared and acted all hesitant then something deep in my being took precedence answered the threats of every dead president neighbors are blaming the presence of immigrants everyone's immigrants, who isn't an immigrant Oh good it's him again, die for my sins again i'll be huck finn again you can be Jim again curse about Mexicans praise Jackie Robinson free him he's innocent, make him a citizen! End all this venom the ending is imminent isn't it officer I'm a civilian how many guillotines will we be building for capitol hillbillies murdering child - er - en? You took my love and made a commodity Everyone's holy my holy commodity Don’t it feel odd to be sold as an oddity Do i feel holy? oh lordy I go to be ashes and ashes and dust to dust you better just kill us forget about cuffs Salvation's not something that animals trust we'll drink your blood and that is enough! we are all animals/ people are animals children it has always been this /way we are all animals / let's act like animals when the people come / to take our homes / away
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Floortje 03:20
Listen close this one’s for you who brought us here to be amused who lit the moon above the roof what kind of recluse tells the truth were you the scotch that scared up romance or just the girl who sold the programs we charmed the anarchists to slow dance if only for a precious moment we laughed as you asked that black cat on the path “why is it you never call back?” and I can’t remember it now whatever happened late last night whatever happened late last night take your time and travel light i can keep a secret I heard your heartbeat beating whatever happened late last night I watched you close I know you noticed you took us home with your hypnosis you laughed at me and said my focus is just as lonesome as a ghost is before the morning’s slapstick antics before the doors demanded answers i saw you standing with a candle at the bottom of a ladder where the sun twirled the moon over seaside sand dunes many ghosts reappeared and passed by but I can’t remember it now whatever happened late last night whatever happened late last night take your time and travel light i can keep a secret I heard your heartbeat beating whatever happened late last night below the stars above the garden beside the statue of the martyr your father found the broken shards of while out walking by the water
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I know I have a skeleton how'd you like to see me try to use it try to tell the truth and prove this hangman's noose is purely useless dance when i should face the music smile when my face is toothless child when my age is youth-less lose my mind and remain lucid I told the judge I remember being born She swore with words of swollen scorn after you die you can do whatever keeps you warm but while you're alive, you better keep me satisfied I know I have humility my girlfriend joined a cult to show me no one owns the truth to loan me no one but myself can know me no one walks this way so boldly no one but yourself is lonely no one knows the way back home there is no other one and only I smiled and raised my arms to the sun she sighed and said your working days aren't done after you die you might find, you can do what you want for fun but while you’re alive, you better keep me satisfied these days satisfaction means your needs are deified and the soul is advertisement for one last romantic ride for which the clerics charge admission just to see the sacrifice by the candles on the alter lie the minutes to one life as the ghouls in the galleries cheer after waiting in line to buy beer from some ravishing slave on a stage where the world disappears I know have a skeleton my broken heart is open often empty as an outlaw's coffin anchored to the ocean's bottom love is gone but not forgotten dreaming under sheets of cotton winsome fields of early autumn raindrops caught in poppy blossoms Nobody needs any justice of the peace and I'll never sign for the right to be released after I die, you believe i'll be where you want me to be but while i'm alive, you better keep me satisfied
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Farewell Frankenstein my horizon God knows there’s no truth in books if Palestine is all crawling with beggars then Israel’s all falling for crooks everyone’s born with desire said she who cast the first stone why go on residing on faraway islands I wish that you would come home The pride of East Hampton, Virginia saw the mask of the minstrel get mugged when the judge put a price on the talent that ran crazy rich in his blood You laugh now whenever I tell it and respond like I need to know tell the ashes of glory of that ghost in your story I wish that you would come home Woman please magic leaves for no reason No key left will unlock this door No magician can bring back the vision Nobody lives here no more i declare to no congregation to the birds through the church of your phone who sing my confession when I leave a message I wish that you would come home the crows show the rooftops of Brussels where the traveler remembers the sky to the guru who asks you who you are time after time after time Let us go now this housekeeper’s crazy and find us some other device to hide childish sorrows from borrowed tomorrows I wish that you would come home on the side of a faraway mountain on the eve of a long ago birth the stars shined from high in the darkness to one quiet place on the earth where the cops at the end of the opera the innkeeper slyly consoles keep your eyes and ears open for the doorway to open one day you’ll find you’re at home your hummingbirds all haunt up my bookshelf your dreamcatchers shelter my bed your sun shines the fruit of my living your moon shines the dram of my dead all debts are one day forgiven each dynasty’s doomed to dethrone off in the distance you’ll hear if you listen I wish that you would come home I wish that you would come home

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released February 14, 2014

Michael Musika - piano, guitar, vocals
Eric Kuhn - guitar, piano, organ, drums + percussion, vocals
Joe Lewis - electric + standup bass
Jesse Olsen Bay - drums + percussion
Ally Musika - vocals
Erica Fink - vocals

Recorded and Mixed by Eli Crews
Overdubs recorded by Blake Henderson
Additional Overdubs recorded by Michael Musika and Eric Kuhn

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1. Girl group for the living and the dead. 2. Characterized by layered imagery, and internal rhyme. 3. Your soundtrack to evade capture by the police.

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