1. |
Elevation
04:30
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trying and failing
to get your head right
color looks better
in black and white
the last picture show has ended
and the lion's still dead
the tumbleweeds are turning
and we’re still rolling in bed
so tell me, does it feel right? feel right?
honey, does it feel right?
tell me, does it feel right? feel right?
honey, does it feel right?
reflections and shadow
keep bending the light
sagebrush and piñon
in black and white
ink spots and the rorschach
doo-wop and the bomb
the good old days are over
did they exist at all?
baby, keep your head down. head down.
baby, keep your head down. head down.
baby, keep your head down. head down.
baby, keep your head down.
hook:
aaaahhhhhh
elevation
I feel high as the sun
aaaahhhhhh
transfiguration
I’m transforming tonight
aaaahhhhhh
memory and craving
clutching you tight
muscle and sinew
in black and white
now the desert’s on the inside
and your head’s filled with doubt
a bang or a whimper
how’d you want to go out?
honey, let your hair down. hair down
honey, let your hair down.
honey, let your hair down. hair down
honey, let your hair down.
hook:
aaaahhhhhh
elevation
I feel high as the sun
aaaahhhhhh
transfiguration
I’m transformed tonight
aaaahhhhhh
I’m transformed tonight
transfiguration
I’m transformed tonight
I’m transforming tonight
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2. |
Tesuque
04:30
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at the corner of all or nothing
waiting for a sign of something more
a little light that’s shining in the distance
some sign of what I’m here for
I’m sure it isn’t for making money
I’m sure it isn’t to be unkind
still, it’s never really been my nature
to spend my time just passing time
everyone, they always meant well
urging caution at every turn
paved the way to hell with good intentions
plans are the devil’s fuel to burn
so, here I am, walking the desert
a wet towel upon my head
feeling closer to spirits and nature
another year older and closer to dead
hook:
I don't wanna be alone tonight
God, don't leave the world alone tonight
please don't let me be alone tonight
no one wants to be alone tonight
rented car on a borrowed highway
miles are free but the days, they cost
tried to follow the roadmap intently
but in the end, I wound up lost
somewhere on the road near Tesuque
I saw a black horse running free
and now that’s such an easy metaphor
still I think it’s lost on me
I just need to stop overthinking things
that constant monologue inside of me
set aside all my insecurities
and just learn to let things be
but, here I am, walking in the desert
a wet towel upon my head
feeling closer to spirits and nature
another year older and closer to dead
hook:
I don't wanna be alone tonight
God, don't leave the world alone tonight
please don't let me be alone tonight
no one wants to be alone tonight
coda:
mercury falls
night pulls down its shade
discontentment grows
as reason starts to fade
everyone’s lost and alone
that’s all
that’s all
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3. |
Blue
04:10
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life in a suitcase
and roadside motel rooms
busking at Sanbusco
for fuel to ABQ
shudder through the desert
hoping the transmission holds
singing “Satellite of Love”
as the pump breaks in two
visions of home, I’ve had a few
ah, but there’s no home to go home to
hook:
and you’re so blue
things in my heart
I wish I could tell you
things in your head
just what, I couldn’t say
I know in your mind
you’re only doing what you think you have to
Leviticus convictions
and cherry picking when you pray
you care so much about where people sleep
ah, yet you put your flesh and blood on the street
hook:
and you’re so blue
(just move on, the world still turns / we repeat what we don’t learn)
do you feel so pious and proud?
when you say nothing but talk so loud
telling everyone what isn’t allowed
think St. Pete’s gonna genuflect for you?
matters of flesh and matters of soul
brow-beating really takes its toll
yeah, it bugs you that you can’t control
when cronies look down their noses at you
just move on, the world will turn
we’re doomed to repeat what we don’t learn
hook:
and you’re so blue
(just move on, the world still turns / we repeat what we don’t learn)
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4. |
Ghost
01:50
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turquoise town lies sleeping
at the canyon’s edge
debris and tumbleweeds
betray it’s 100 years dead
old tracks still running
on the edge of town
last train passed through
before the hotel burned down
and that was 50 years ago
or so the barkeep said
“no fighting, no cussing”
the sign above her read
then the door swung open
and a shadow walked inside
he was as lanky and tall
as his rancher hat was wide
“it’s hotter than hell,” he bellowed
as his presence filled the place
he called for beer and whiskey
dragging a hand across his face
and he sat there looking critical
in a cloud of liquor cologne
“the guidebook said there was more here,
and there’s no signal on this phone”
so he paid for his order
and left no extra behind
he’s headed for the arroyo
to rope cattle in his mind
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5. |
Desert
02:50
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God, I feel like I don't know nothing
I know nothing at all
all those times I thought I knew something
I knew nothing at all
all this time I thought I knew something
I knew nothing at all
all this time I thought I knew something
oh, I knew something
all this time I thought I knew something
but I knew nothing at all
all this time I thought I knew something
but I knew nothing at all
all this time I thought I knew something
I knew nothing at all
nothing at all
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6. |
Contact
04:00
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(instrumental)
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Men of Science, Men of Faith Charlotte, North Carolina
Men of Science, Men of Faith is a project of Charlotte, NC-based artist Mike Jones. His new album, "New York," is anticipated for 2021 release.
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