Geniality of Morality

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

Sand

The style is hot
The eyes are faded
And she is waiting
There for you to come along

My heart is jaded
But my love is strong
To be related
Neverendingly tonight

Get a solution for your epitaph
Wide constitution is wandered here
Gave me a locket with a photograph
Sand in my pocket

Sitting in the tree
Watching for your happiness
I put my hand inside your dress
And wander off alone
Falling down the stairs
Dreaming of my brother’s home
Lying to my mother
As I look up from the ground

The train is come
The stage is shaking
Your lips are breaking
For the words to run along

The wheel is running
Right through the stone
And in this going
You and I will be alone

Get a solution for your epitaph
Wide constitution is wandered here
Gave me a locket with a photograph
Sand in my pocket

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

Over The Hill

I have been waiting here a very long time
As I look out the window to the sun
A kind of hyponotizing wind breaks out across the sand
I am the only one

Who will be walking over the hill…

The velvet whispers of your eyes are like a gentle kiss
You break the stone across my heart
I lie upon the floor to keep myself tied to the ground
And I play my blue guitar

I will be walking over the hill…

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

Hillbilly

If I lose my head, I’m always on my mind
If I lose my head, I’m always on my mind
I’ve been moving through the changes
Fall out of my mind
Wind up with a room full of strangers
And now I live on Caroline
If I lose my head, I’m always on my mind

I’m walking out to die
But you never know
Where you lay your head
No better place to go
I’m losing out alone
But you never know
The kind of things you said
You might as well be right

California

Caroline wasn’t good enough; everyone could see
Made a lie, and the fabric of everywhere had come
It’s all right now, it’s okay…everyone lies
It’s all right now, it’s okay…everyone lies…
In…their…shoes

The stars will come shining down as I fall out on my knees in California
Here I can stay the same as I was when I was twenty-one
I got change in my pockets say
I got change in my head
I got change in my pockets say
I got change in my head…
In California

Love my sister and my brother too for they are wise
Love my friends from long ago; I hate to say goodbye
Love my father and my mother though they’ll never know
Maybe out to California they might someday go

I wonder whether California last forever –
That separation is gone away to go astray, and I cannot say but
That situation is stronger than a broken man who’s riding on the
Sun burns a hole in my heart forever-lasting whether I will see the Day fall away into night

Mississippi

I was sleeping with my head beneath the ground
And I was deeply dreaming of slowly going down
To be drowned

My heart was beating, but my blood was running cold
One more year of this mistreating of myself and I’ll be old
Before my time comes

But I had no clue what to do
I can’t untie these old brown shoes
I’ve been cast in stone and painted blue
Beneath the Mississippi moon

So I drove up the river about four hundred miles
Where I wandered around, and in a very short while
You know I found it there

I said, I am here to deliver, this news it must get through
I have brought myself to tell you I do not know what to do

I was sleeping with my head beneath the ground
And I was deeply dreaming of slowly going down
To be drowned

So I drove up the river about four hundred miles
Where I wandered around, and in a very short while
You know I found it there

But I had no clue what to do
I can’t untie these old brown shoes
I’ve been cast in stone and painted blue
Beneath the Mississippi moon

Right Down

I was raised down in the southland
Right down there upon the ground
Yes the sun he was big man
Shining down on my house

So I climbed up to the northland
To see if what I said was true
And I played in that there big band
But I could not get it out to you

I have never seen such a big house
But I always dreamed that I’d find it
Woke this morning, baby, and I broke out
I look around and I see that
It’s right down on the ground

So I crawled back to the homeland
With my head upon my shoe
But the sun is shining down on this man
Got to tell him what he got to do
Get the big shoes down

I have never seen such a big house
But I always dreamed that I’d find it
Woke this morning, baby, and I broke out
I look around and I see that
It’s right down on the ground

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

Glue

I sat in a room
Carving my own tombstone
It was carefully noon
A shaky Monday in Bluestone

Know I built me a mansion, baby
Deep inside of my heart
And it was so damn fancy, momma
Sunday it fell apart

So I’m sitting here just
Eating this glue but my
Head keeps on falling down
All I am is just a
Drop of Dew and I’m
I’m sinking in the ground

But Mr. Sunlight
From his hands you know
He throws me to the wind
And with a gesture
To the land he says
Be good as new again
I’ll be your finest friend

And from the window of the cloud I ride
I see the new side, the true side
And everything’s fine
I am a dewdrop, and down I glide
‘Cause it’s a fine ride, a fine glide
So baby don’t cry
Everything’s all right