Moses Guest

In by Moses Guest

Disc One:

  1. Saint Mo
  2. Cellophane Man
  3. I Do Not Love You
  4. Boogie Heartache
  5. Rag Doll
  6. A Phrygian Way
  7. How Does It Feel
  8. In Transit

Disc Two:

  1. Song For Dead
  2. U N Mi
  3. Best Side Up
  4. Stealin’
  5. Elohw’s Path
  6. Waterville
  7. Over The Car
  8. Mario’s End
  9. Take Me

Cover design by Matthew Ryf. Photography by Steve Harris.

Lyrics

Saint Mo

Moses was a good man – He was a very good man
Made his way through the southland – Yes, he made his way
A fearless southern gentleman – Fearless southern gentleman
Made his way by walking – Yeah, yeah, making his way

Shot a hundred men in the Red Brigade – Shot them in a very good way
In the blood-red Appa-la-chi-a – In the blood-red hills
Drinking banjo-whisky, drunk all day – We want to get drunk all day
And a sixteen children family – Oh ba-by

Yes, he did it his way
Into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do, and what can I say?
You’ve got to deliver my pain

Now a twenty-first century rock ‘n’ roll band – Yeah, yeah, rock ‘n’ roll band
And a wayward son and four good men – We do all that we can
Going to raise him up from the dirty land – Raise him up from the dirty old land
Somehow seems like a good plan – Yeah, yeah, a very good plan

Down the Tugaloo River and the Seneca Hills – Going down the Tuglaoo’s blood-red hills
All the way to Georgia and the hickory still – All the way to Georgia, we want to drink
Off highway sixty-three, I feel – Yeah, yeah, think and feel
If we can’t find him, no one will – Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yes, he did it his way
Into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do, and what can I say?
You’ve got to deliver my pain

Cellophane Man

Yeah it’s true, we all wanted you back in high school
And it’s strange how, how you never changed, no you never changed
You used to be so cool back in high school
How long has this been going on, living alone and blue?
Do you plan to take all the drinks you can and drown in the motel pool?
You can stumble out to the motel pool and drown in the water

Well I get out on a Saturday afternoon
And I think I’m going to drive by your apartment
There’s nothing in the street, and there’s no one at your door
I don’t think I’m going to drive by your apartment anymore

Please
See me
Because I be
Cellophane man

Yes it’s wild, you are still a child, but I’m right there with you
What should we do but sit by the motel potel or fall in love blindly?
We can fall in love or be alone or sit by the water
You and me, well, we be what we want to be for one another
I and you, we did what we wanted to; we did what we wanted to
You’ve got to do what you want to do; do what you want to

Please
See me
Because I be
Cellophane man

Boogie Heartache

Move aside, got to get on this ride, got to get oversized, got to get on it
Long-ass frame, I go all-terrain ‘cause I am disco-king, boogie heartache

Well, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to get up onto it

Celebrities, well they all love me ‘cause I’m a super-freak, ‘cause I want it
Long-ass frame, I go all-terrain ‘cause I am disco-king, boogie heartache

Well, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to get up onto it
Why don’t you move up here
Right up close to me
Yes right up close to Boogie King
Gotta like that thing

Dee dee deedlee dee dee…
I’ve got it
Dee dee deedlee dee dee…
Well I’m gone… I’m gone

Rag Doll

High – high enough to kill you
Why drive another mile?
Big star, cover the nation
New car, what a sensation
Spread your legs, there is no relation
To your heart
Shame – you put yourself to shame here
Strange how you do it to yourself

One more day, feeling like a ragdoll
Nothing more to say, not another word
I cannot control my love
It’s breaking through the flood-wall now
My friend has just gone away
I hope he will come home somehow
But now I’ve got to get away

I want to come back to you
You know how I adore you
And there’s nothing that you can do
But take it in from every side
I cannot control my love
Just let me make my last phone call
Before I lie down to die
I want to hear you call my name
But now I’ve got to get away

Every single day, beat up like ragdoll
Why drive another mile?
Nothing more to say, not another word
High – it should be quite a fall
Every single day, beat up like a ragdoll
Every single day, chewed up like bone
Why does everything look so small?
I think that I am covered up with stone

Every single day, beat up like a ragdoll
Every songle way, chewed up like a bone

How Does it Feel

It’s one day then another; it’s just one more day you got to get up – get up.
One way or another; there’s just one way you got to get out – get out.
Of this town; it’s a burden on me and anyone and anything in it to[o] Shake this isolation, yes this isolation, you gotta hit the ground running.

Upon the wheel, it’s your fait accompli.
How does it feel to do anything you please, anytime, anywhere?
‘Cause they box ‘em up and they sell ‘em right back to you.

It’s good to take a train ride; it’s good to take a train up on the mountain – straight up.
Straight up to the window; it’s good to take a ride up on the window pane – high up on.
High up to Chicago, and then again, to Madison, where everything has always been waiting…
For my complication, it’s my complication, I gotta hit the ground running.

Upon the wheel, it’s your fait accompli.
How does it feel to do anything you please, anytime, anywhere?
‘Cause they box ‘em up and they sell ‘em right back to you.

I fell you, and you fell for me; we fell together for a while, and then we fell in love.
I felt alone; I could not fall asleep; I fell down and fell ill, and then we fell apart.
Six windows to midnight – these ties are unbinding me. Why do you talk so much when I am trying to sleep? Quietly dreaming of falling out quietly; quietly falling out dreaming of wandering away…

Song For Dead

I make my way through the sun to concentrate on everyone
Who’s gone away for good and won’t come back
You see that everywhere lately, young and old are come and gone
And someday soon it’s you ane me, you know

Take twenty-one and run for the wind dies down
And the mud beneath the snow can smell like time
And all our friends are stranded in the motel
What they’re doing, we can never tell

You said that we were close from far away
Said you’d take a train to Tupelo someday
But now you’re farther than a satellite can stray
Won’t you sing a song for dead

Hey you, forty-one, the puppet-maker’s son
He pulled the strings then cut the line on you
Much like nothing ever happened; never did, never will
Where’s the big band now, Buffalo Bill?

I wonder if you wake up just before you die
A goldfish inside a goldfish bowl
Buenos dias; Buenas noches
The black world is falling in on me

You said that we were close from far away
Said you’d take a train to Tupelo someday
But now you’re farther than a satellite can stray
Won’t you sing a song for dead

I don’t want to die, sleeping in the night
I don’t want to die, wasting my whole life

Best Side Up

Cane-break, walk a mile, out through the window
Take barbed-wire from the lake and patch up your shoes
‘Cause the stone cloud dropping pain on the island
You can pretty much set out to go insane
‘Cause that’s why you came here at all

Got to fly, well bye-bye, see you next winter
In the cold snow, you can go, but you best patch up your shoes ‘cause
The Magic Bus will not come for us out here
Well oh my dear, what have they done to you here?

You do not know what to do
Best put your best side up
Don’t let them spit upon your shoe
Best put your best side up

And all night you can run for the car park
And all night you can run for the dawn
I think I know a way, it’s called another
Best put your best side up

Cane-break, walk a mile, out through the window
Take barbed-wire from the lake and patch up your shoes
‘Cause the stone cloud dropping pain on the island
You can pretty much set out to go insane
‘Cause that’s why you came here at all

Over The Car

All that I see are little-mouth girls and the frowns all day
I’ve seen two are three who are very pretty looking down all day

These school days are a long purple haze
And I wish I could play them for you all night
These castles of sand are just dust in the hand
But wherever you stand you may stand
Stand your ground

You can break him in two or cut off his hair because anything’s fair in your town – yes it is – and you can make him go blind for kissing his kind and crying for god to come down down down

It’s a slow graceful turn into no one
A slow graceful turn out the light
I’m barely awake but I’m breathing
It’s a slow graceful turn
It’s a slow graceful turn onto no one
A slow graceful turn out the light
I’m barely asleep but I’m dreaming
A slow graceful turn

You can break him in two or cut off his hair because anything’s fair in your town – yes it is – and you can make him go blind for kissing his kind and crying for god to come down down down

These school days are a long purple haze
And I wish I could play them for you all night
These castles of sand are just dust in the hand
But wherever you stand you may stand
Stand your ground

All that I see are little-mouth girls and the frowns all day
I’ve seen two are three who are very pretty looking down all day

Disc One:

  1. Saint Mo
  2. Cellophane Man
  3. I Do Not Love You
  4. Boogie Heartache
  5. Rag Doll
  6. A Phrygian Way
  7. How Does It Feel
  8. In Transit

Disc Two:

  1. Song For Dead
  2. U N Mi
  3. Best Side Up
  4. Stealin’
  5. Elohw’s Path
  6. Waterville
  7. Over The Car
  8. Mario’s End
  9. Take Me

Cover design by Matthew Ryf. Photography by Steve Harris.

Lyrics

Saint Mo

Moses was a good man – He was a very good man
Made his way through the southland – Yes, he made his way
A fearless southern gentleman – Fearless southern gentleman
Made his way by walking – Yeah, yeah, making his way

Shot a hundred men in the Red Brigade – Shot them in a very good way
In the blood-red Appa-la-chi-a – In the blood-red hills
Drinking banjo-whisky, drunk all day – We want to get drunk all day
And a sixteen children family – Oh ba-by

Yes, he did it his way
Into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do, and what can I say?
You’ve got to deliver my pain

Now a twenty-first century rock ‘n’ roll band – Yeah, yeah, rock ‘n’ roll band
And a wayward son and four good men – We do all that we can
Going to raise him up from the dirty land – Raise him up from the dirty old land
Somehow seems like a good plan – Yeah, yeah, a very good plan

Down the Tugaloo River and the Seneca Hills – Going down the Tuglaoo’s blood-red hills
All the way to Georgia and the hickory still – All the way to Georgia, we want to drink
Off highway sixty-three, I feel – Yeah, yeah, think and feel
If we can’t find him, no one will – Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yes, he did it his way
Into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do, and what can I say?
You’ve got to deliver my pain

Cellophane Man

Yeah it’s true, we all wanted you back in high school
And it’s strange how, how you never changed, no you never changed
You used to be so cool back in high school
How long has this been going on, living alone and blue?
Do you plan to take all the drinks you can and drown in the motel pool?
You can stumble out to the motel pool and drown in the water

Well I get out on a Saturday afternoon
And I think I’m going to drive by your apartment
There’s nothing in the street, and there’s no one at your door
I don’t think I’m going to drive by your apartment anymore

Please
See me
Because I be
Cellophane man

Yes it’s wild, you are still a child, but I’m right there with you
What should we do but sit by the motel potel or fall in love blindly?
We can fall in love or be alone or sit by the water
You and me, well, we be what we want to be for one another
I and you, we did what we wanted to; we did what we wanted to
You’ve got to do what you want to do; do what you want to

Please
See me
Because I be
Cellophane man

Boogie Heartache

Move aside, got to get on this ride, got to get oversized, got to get on it
Long-ass frame, I go all-terrain ‘cause I am disco-king, boogie heartache

Well, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to get up onto it

Celebrities, well they all love me ‘cause I’m a super-freak, ‘cause I want it
Long-ass frame, I go all-terrain ‘cause I am disco-king, boogie heartache

Well, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to get up onto it
Why don’t you move up here
Right up close to me
Yes right up close to Boogie King
Gotta like that thing

Dee dee deedlee dee dee…
I’ve got it
Dee dee deedlee dee dee…
Well I’m gone… I’m gone

Rag Doll

High – high enough to kill you
Why drive another mile?
Big star, cover the nation
New car, what a sensation
Spread your legs, there is no relation
To your heart
Shame – you put yourself to shame here
Strange how you do it to yourself

One more day, feeling like a ragdoll
Nothing more to say, not another word
I cannot control my love
It’s breaking through the flood-wall now
My friend has just gone away
I hope he will come home somehow
But now I’ve got to get away

I want to come back to you
You know how I adore you
And there’s nothing that you can do
But take it in from every side
I cannot control my love
Just let me make my last phone call
Before I lie down to die
I want to hear you call my name
But now I’ve got to get away

Every single day, beat up like ragdoll
Why drive another mile?
Nothing more to say, not another word
High – it should be quite a fall
Every single day, beat up like a ragdoll
Every single day, chewed up like bone
Why does everything look so small?
I think that I am covered up with stone

Every single day, beat up like a ragdoll
Every songle way, chewed up like a bone

How Does it Feel

It’s one day then another; it’s just one more day you got to get up – get up.
One way or another; there’s just one way you got to get out – get out.
Of this town; it’s a burden on me and anyone and anything in it to[o] Shake this isolation, yes this isolation, you gotta hit the ground running.

Upon the wheel, it’s your fait accompli.
How does it feel to do anything you please, anytime, anywhere?
‘Cause they box ‘em up and they sell ‘em right back to you.

It’s good to take a train ride; it’s good to take a train up on the mountain – straight up.
Straight up to the window; it’s good to take a ride up on the window pane – high up on.
High up to Chicago, and then again, to Madison, where everything has always been waiting…
For my complication, it’s my complication, I gotta hit the ground running.

Upon the wheel, it’s your fait accompli.
How does it feel to do anything you please, anytime, anywhere?
‘Cause they box ‘em up and they sell ‘em right back to you.

I fell you, and you fell for me; we fell together for a while, and then we fell in love.
I felt alone; I could not fall asleep; I fell down and fell ill, and then we fell apart.
Six windows to midnight – these ties are unbinding me. Why do you talk so much when I am trying to sleep? Quietly dreaming of falling out quietly; quietly falling out dreaming of wandering away…

Song For Dead

I make my way through the sun to concentrate on everyone
Who’s gone away for good and won’t come back
You see that everywhere lately, young and old are come and gone
And someday soon it’s you ane me, you know

Take twenty-one and run for the wind dies down
And the mud beneath the snow can smell like time
And all our friends are stranded in the motel
What they’re doing, we can never tell

You said that we were close from far away
Said you’d take a train to Tupelo someday
But now you’re farther than a satellite can stray
Won’t you sing a song for dead

Hey you, forty-one, the puppet-maker’s son
He pulled the strings then cut the line on you
Much like nothing ever happened; never did, never will
Where’s the big band now, Buffalo Bill?

I wonder if you wake up just before you die
A goldfish inside a goldfish bowl
Buenos dias; Buenas noches
The black world is falling in on me

You said that we were close from far away
Said you’d take a train to Tupelo someday
But now you’re farther than a satellite can stray
Won’t you sing a song for dead

I don’t want to die, sleeping in the night
I don’t want to die, wasting my whole life

Best Side Up

Cane-break, walk a mile, out through the window
Take barbed-wire from the lake and patch up your shoes
‘Cause the stone cloud dropping pain on the island
You can pretty much set out to go insane
‘Cause that’s why you came here at all

Got to fly, well bye-bye, see you next winter
In the cold snow, you can go, but you best patch up your shoes ‘cause
The Magic Bus will not come for us out here
Well oh my dear, what have they done to you here?

You do not know what to do
Best put your best side up
Don’t let them spit upon your shoe
Best put your best side up

And all night you can run for the car park
And all night you can run for the dawn
I think I know a way, it’s called another
Best put your best side up

Cane-break, walk a mile, out through the window
Take barbed-wire from the lake and patch up your shoes
‘Cause the stone cloud dropping pain on the island
You can pretty much set out to go insane
‘Cause that’s why you came here at all

Over The Car

All that I see are little-mouth girls and the frowns all day
I’ve seen two are three who are very pretty looking down all day

These school days are a long purple haze
And I wish I could play them for you all night
These castles of sand are just dust in the hand
But wherever you stand you may stand
Stand your ground

You can break him in two or cut off his hair because anything’s fair in your town – yes it is – and you can make him go blind for kissing his kind and crying for god to come down down down

It’s a slow graceful turn into no one
A slow graceful turn out the light
I’m barely awake but I’m breathing
It’s a slow graceful turn
It’s a slow graceful turn onto no one
A slow graceful turn out the light
I’m barely asleep but I’m dreaming
A slow graceful turn

You can break him in two or cut off his hair because anything’s fair in your town – yes it is – and you can make him go blind for kissing his kind and crying for god to come down down down

These school days are a long purple haze
And I wish I could play them for you all night
These castles of sand are just dust in the hand
But wherever you stand you may stand
Stand your ground

All that I see are little-mouth girls and the frowns all day
I’ve seen two are three who are very pretty looking down all day