Geniality of Morality

In by Moses Guest

  1. Sand
  2. Black
  3. Fly
  4. Over The Hill
  5. Under The Stairs
  6. Hillbilly
  7. Dinnertime I’am
  8. California
  9. Mississippi
  10. Right Down
  11. Bum
  12. 100,000 X
  13. Glue
  14. Rain I’am

Cover design by WilSpace.

Released in the fall of 1996, when Moses Guest was but a trio, “Geniality of Morality” symbolizes the freshness of music being born. With a handful of orginal material, Graham Guest leads a stripped down rhythm section and delivers a powerful and sometimes personal account of life’s fleeting moments.

Lyrics

Black

A forest of angels and their tables were cleared up and gone
A light was escaping amongst them as the curtain was drawn
So I turned myself back to the room where you stood
And I clenched my hands down
‘Cause you’re breaking my head with the careless abandon
Of one who is stranding the only ride home

So I stand with head in your eye
While you terrorize me

So you take it all back
Or at least you can try
Dressing precious in black

Now I’m perfectly able to pack up my two cents and go
And drink myself over a mountain to a place wrapped in snow
But I turn myself back to the moon through the trees
And I clench my hands down
‘Cause I’m breaking my head with the careless abandon
Of one who is stranding the only ride home

So I stand with head in your eye
While you terrorize me

So you take it all back
Or at least you can try
Dressing precious in black

Fly

Sofa man settles on for the one
Taking land, stealing out for the sun
Free day for jacking off to nightfall
She beats the weed to bone again
And this notion fell from another man
Who thought he was the only one

Why don’t you give me seaside water
Sharing your cup with me even in light
Of my lobotomy, when I was chicken-tied
You were the Maker’s Mark in my design

‘Cause I’m burning in scotch again
I run down the waterhole
Waking up paper-thin
I walk on my knees to fly

Shaking the tree of light
I fall from the branches like
A mouthful of broken words
But that was tomorrow’s plan
A fistful of dust to jam
Out on the mountain for tonight

Why don’t you give me seaside water
Sharing your cup with me even in light
Of my lobotomy, when I was chicken-tied
You were the Maker’s Mark in my design

‘Cause I’m burning in scotch again
I run down the waterhole
Waking up paper-thin
I walk on my knees to fly

Under The Stairs

You were gradually walking, passing me by
When I laid my hand in the shadow crossing your eye
You turned and you turned in a circle, you turned upside-down
And all of those dreams, they spilled out of your head to the ground

‘Cause I would give
The blood from my lips
The skin off my back
The wind in my head
To get you over here

I am breathing the dreams that shake from your head
And I speak to you when we’re sleeping under the stairs
I’d walk for a mile like a camel under the sun
And I’d carry my heart like a mountain out on the run

‘Cause I would give
The blood from my lips
The skin off my back
The wind in my head
To get you over here

Bum

If I wake up in the morning, I pick up my belongings and go
And I walk out through the sun to a bus-stop that I’ve come to know
But I never set foot in, and I never get on
But I speak to myself as I stand all alone like a girl, combing her hair

I’m over my head
I’m over my head

But I swear that I once was a child like you all
But at moments like these, I don’t know
The strangling arrival of all that I may have been
Tangles my power to grow

I’m over my head again, over my head again…

Now a deep blue night is falling and it’s drawing my heart through the town
My sleep is where I need it; it’s right down here on the ground
But it’s not so much stranger than crying and lying in bed
For they laid him in a manger and there wasn’t much danger, they said

I’m over my head
I’m over my head

But I swear that I once was a child like you all
But at moments like these, I don’t know
The strangling arrival of all that I may have been
Tangles my power to grow

I’m over my head again, over my head again…

100,000 X

Choke back the device
That tears out at your friends at night
Ten drinks should suffice
To keep you on the rocks

Choke back the machine
That cuts the feet off of your lover
Then sit by the fire alone
That’s how it comes to be
When happiness is tired

One hundred thousand times
I’ve taken up my light
In the middle of the day
Thinking it was midnight

Eat back those teeth
That you smell rotting in your heart
Skin back the beliefs
That make us all grow tired of you

‘Cause every day the curtain falls out farther from the stage
And every night the sky is shaken looser from its cage
But all the same, the shame is shattered blindly into rage
Right on the spot

One hundred thousand times
I’ve taken up my light
In the middle of the day
And I thought it was midnight

  1. Sand
  2. Black
  3. Fly
  4. Over The Hill
  5. Under The Stairs
  6. Hillbilly
  7. Dinnertime I’am
  8. California
  9. Mississippi
  10. Right Down
  11. Bum
  12. 100,000 X
  13. Glue
  14. Rain I’am

Cover design by WilSpace.

Released in the fall of 1996, when Moses Guest was but a trio, “Geniality of Morality” symbolizes the freshness of music being born. With a handful of orginal material, Graham Guest leads a stripped down rhythm section and delivers a powerful and sometimes personal account of life’s fleeting moments.

Lyrics

Black

A forest of angels and their tables were cleared up and gone
A light was escaping amongst them as the curtain was drawn
So I turned myself back to the room where you stood
And I clenched my hands down
‘Cause you’re breaking my head with the careless abandon
Of one who is stranding the only ride home

So I stand with head in your eye
While you terrorize me

So you take it all back
Or at least you can try
Dressing precious in black

Now I’m perfectly able to pack up my two cents and go
And drink myself over a mountain to a place wrapped in snow
But I turn myself back to the moon through the trees
And I clench my hands down
‘Cause I’m breaking my head with the careless abandon
Of one who is stranding the only ride home

So I stand with head in your eye
While you terrorize me

So you take it all back
Or at least you can try
Dressing precious in black

Fly

Sofa man settles on for the one
Taking land, stealing out for the sun
Free day for jacking off to nightfall
She beats the weed to bone again
And this notion fell from another man
Who thought he was the only one

Why don’t you give me seaside water
Sharing your cup with me even in light
Of my lobotomy, when I was chicken-tied
You were the Maker’s Mark in my design

‘Cause I’m burning in scotch again
I run down the waterhole
Waking up paper-thin
I walk on my knees to fly

Shaking the tree of light
I fall from the branches like
A mouthful of broken words
But that was tomorrow’s plan
A fistful of dust to jam
Out on the mountain for tonight

Why don’t you give me seaside water
Sharing your cup with me even in light
Of my lobotomy, when I was chicken-tied
You were the Maker’s Mark in my design

‘Cause I’m burning in scotch again
I run down the waterhole
Waking up paper-thin
I walk on my knees to fly

Under The Stairs

You were gradually walking, passing me by
When I laid my hand in the shadow crossing your eye
You turned and you turned in a circle, you turned upside-down
And all of those dreams, they spilled out of your head to the ground

‘Cause I would give
The blood from my lips
The skin off my back
The wind in my head
To get you over here

I am breathing the dreams that shake from your head
And I speak to you when we’re sleeping under the stairs
I’d walk for a mile like a camel under the sun
And I’d carry my heart like a mountain out on the run

‘Cause I would give
The blood from my lips
The skin off my back
The wind in my head
To get you over here

Bum

If I wake up in the morning, I pick up my belongings and go
And I walk out through the sun to a bus-stop that I’ve come to know
But I never set foot in, and I never get on
But I speak to myself as I stand all alone like a girl, combing her hair

I’m over my head
I’m over my head

But I swear that I once was a child like you all
But at moments like these, I don’t know
The strangling arrival of all that I may have been
Tangles my power to grow

I’m over my head again, over my head again…

Now a deep blue night is falling and it’s drawing my heart through the town
My sleep is where I need it; it’s right down here on the ground
But it’s not so much stranger than crying and lying in bed
For they laid him in a manger and there wasn’t much danger, they said

I’m over my head
I’m over my head

But I swear that I once was a child like you all
But at moments like these, I don’t know
The strangling arrival of all that I may have been
Tangles my power to grow

I’m over my head again, over my head again…

100,000 X

Choke back the device
That tears out at your friends at night
Ten drinks should suffice
To keep you on the rocks

Choke back the machine
That cuts the feet off of your lover
Then sit by the fire alone
That’s how it comes to be
When happiness is tired

One hundred thousand times
I’ve taken up my light
In the middle of the day
Thinking it was midnight

Eat back those teeth
That you smell rotting in your heart
Skin back the beliefs
That make us all grow tired of you

‘Cause every day the curtain falls out farther from the stage
And every night the sky is shaken looser from its cage
But all the same, the shame is shattered blindly into rage
Right on the spot

One hundred thousand times
I’ve taken up my light
In the middle of the day
And I thought it was midnight