Bedroom Music

by Mother McKenzie

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released May 4, 2010

Produced by Ronald Corso and Wyatt McKenzie

for National SouthWestern Electronic Recordings

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Track Name: Denver
Denver

Your girlfriend’s got a big mouth
She moans and complains
The three of us were smoking cigarettes out by the planetarium
I was an asteroid and she was the world
And you were like the moon orbiting around her
As I blew a plume of smoke in the shape of a road
And dreamed of blowing town for good

I’ve been coughing up Technicolor phlegm,
My throat’s burning, and my empty cigarette packs take up the lonely space
On me bed, next to me where your girlfriend used to sleep
Her cheap perfume still lingers on my sheets
As I fold my trembling hands and I beg God for help
And in his laziness he replies “When you help yourself”

Still I get to feeling pretty nauseas
When I see you around the bend
She tells you how to dress, how to act around her friends
You put your hands in her pockets and your tongue in her mouth
You even try on her panties when she gets drunk and passes out
I’m not feeling suicidal but I’m feeling pretty low
I’ll get drunk and hop a train to Denver, Colorado

The pastor at my church said I could run across the map
But eventually I’d see my own reflection and go back
To feeling the same old resentments and I’d start my decline
He said my insides are burning and outside everything’s just fine
But I don’t care what he said; these sky scrapers make me bleed
And there’s a girl out in Denver I really want to see

So I’ll pack up what I need and I’ll leave behind the rest
My nine to five job and all these warrants for my arrest
I won’t say goodbye to her and I won’t say goodbye to you
I give it three months before she finds somebody new
I won’t miss this town a bit that’s something I just know
And I’m going to find a home in Denver, Colorado
Track Name: You in the Gutter and Me
So you hitched your way back home
From the gutters of Salt Lake City
A shivering clump of skin and bone
Like the body of Christ when I reached out to hold you

And how I wanted to lie down in the shadows and watch the world poor
Like streams of rainwater trailing down into the sewer

So we got high and sat up in the mountains
Under bright stars and heard the crickets chirping
And you told me sad tails of sleeping in your car
And pitching tents in the bathrooms of abandoned buildings

And I dreamed of you wrapped up in blankets made of cardboard and snow
Sighing and trembling; lips turning blue

You cried “I am human, I exist
And I puke and I piss
And I still call my lost lovers name
From the bed where we first kissed
And I fall down and bleed
I beg and I plead”

And I tried to offer up my sympathy
With squinted eyes and lifted hands
But those drugs kept on racing through my body
And your voice I could hardly understand

My heart turned to static; my vision blurred
The whole world was a rain cloud; just a warm fuzzy war

I cried “I am human, I mainly think about me
For I am animalistic and I am greedy
And I’d rather bury my head in the clouds
Than help a dear friend in need
We could’ve lived our lives so brave
Why do we live so afraid?”

I saw the sun peaking out its head,
I watched streams of butter melt over the valley
And we stumbled back to my car
And I dropped you off in some cold lonesome alley

Where you found a cozy little dumpster and threw yourself in
I watched you wave as my wheels rolled away, goodbye old friend

We are merely human, we exist
To see a shooting star and make a wish
To go home, to take off all our clothes
Look at our bodies in the mirror
And long for things we’ll never have

Wyatt- Vocals, guitar

Andrew Yeghiazarian- Guitars

Jonathan Realmuto- Drums

Leonardo Banchik- Bass
Track Name: Tattoo Song
My favorite nymphomaniac
My apathetic animal
On Thorazine, breathing loud,
Licking bread crumbs from your upper lip,
Spaghetti sauce spilt on your chin,
A helicopter tongue to spin in circles consuming everything

Oh I was in your wake; a drunken kid on summer break
And how many years will bloom from this?
I got your name tattooed on my wrist

Let’s pretend we’re nihilists
Let’s twist and sleep in tangled sheets
Till august; sad and jobless
Swimming naked in your neighbors pool felt so productive and so cool
And I wanted you but kept my mouth shut
Baby I wanted you and you just wanted everyone but

This is where my patience ends
You’ve gone to bed with all my friends
And do they mean as much as I mean to you?
My name’s tattooed on your wrist too

And violence was the latest trend
So violently you called to me
And from shadows I emerged
And others came to imitate our squeezing fists, our bulging veins
In violence we found warmth
Ten thousand “I love yous” disguised in jealous fits of rage

Oh sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words are meaningless and crude
You hate the girls I bring around
That must mean you feel something too
Track Name: Beautiful Cage
Beautiful Cage

Was it brave of me 
To reach for the unreachable?
She dressed like an Indian goddess
And spoke like the wind
Blowing calm through my mind
Was I brave or was I blind
To hold out these hands
And say “come to me,
Shy bird in this cage will you come?”

Was it wise of me
To seek answer from lips made unspeakable?
All my questions, my intentions
To fill all my life’s empty holes
With words tired and numb
Was it wise or was it dumb
To hold out these hands
Demanding “stay with me
Lonely bird in this cage will you stay?”
Let’s go out tonight,
Flood the streets with our tears
And sad music
I don’t feel much like dancing tonight,
I think I’d rather cry
Oh I’m too numb to feel,
Is this where love holds a place for me?
This great gap in which
I don’t care if I live or I die

Was it right of me?
I swam the Atlantic to find her
In a white dress she stood,
I was breathless and powerless,
In awe!
Having waited so long
Was it right or was it wrong
To unleash my heart
And cry “come hold me,
In this beautiful cage we can lie?”
Shy bird, goodbye
Track Name: I Can't Give You Shelter
Hide your shiny ball of light
Hide it in the dark depths of your eyes
Hide that racing blood beneath your veins
And lay your sleepy head upon my pillow

Baby I’m a tree stripped of its leaves
Waiting for the spring to come and change me
Waiting for this cloud to lift from me
Just waiting to see my way clear
If I can’t give you shelter anymore
Then I can’t give you shelter anymore

Hide that pretty face behind your hair
And press those soft lips against your drink
Hide your lonely heart in streams of wine
You’re something wonderful I have,
But cannot keep

And these last days of holding on to you
Have left my fingers blistered and tired
So I’ll keep you in my faded memory

A distant place that I can visit in my mind

But if I can’t give you shelter anymore,
Then I can’t give you shelter anymore
Track Name: Rattlesnakes and Bumblebees
She’s an incarnation of God
Turning human everywhere the roads criss-cross
And she is tempted to turn towards destinations she can’t see
Where so many live in dirt, wounded so brilliantly
In the distant summer light, I watch her tumbling

But her footsteps calm the earth as she moves by
And many men approach her speaking ever so sly
And she is tempted to fall into the arms of everyone
Oh in sweaty beds humanity is born, 
In needy sex humanity is wonderful

Into this fatal well will she plunge?
So hard she’ll lose her faith and peace and warmth
And in gutters will she writhe with only shadows at her side
Or will I visit her in padded rooms at night?
Feeding her bananas through a tiny crack of light

OH GODDAMN IT’S SO EASY TO FALL DOWN!
GODDAMN IT’S SO EASY TO FALL DOWN!
GODDAMN IT’S SO EASY TO FALL DOWN

I know it’s true, but we get up sometimes
To heal the blind and sick with tails of our past lives

She’s an incarnation of God
And here is each puzzle piece that we have robbed
Tiny fragments of one truth from stolen kisses in her room
Shafts of light to fill our hollow heads
Oh in naked arms I was born again
Track Name: Regional Justice Center
There are seventeen floors of courtrooms
And seventeen floors of trials
Seven lawyers breathing loud on an elevator
And I can hear their livers turning to slime

I stand among them and the criminals
Men in nice suits or stained undershirts
There’s a buck toothed giant with rats in his hair
He whispers sweet things to thirteen year olds

There are seventeen floors of people
And I’m too tired to socialize
With the file clerks stamping, and sighing, and waiting
To go home and cuddle with someone

I stand on the seventeenth floor
I can look out the window and see everything from here
I can scan all the rich neon gutters
Where poke-a-dot faces turn and disappear
I dream of a soft face beneath the eye liner
Someone to shine so honest and bare
Someone to light up and make up for all of the fucked up
Glances like arrows through the air

There are seventeen floors of prisoners
In one form or another, it’s true
All chained up, and tapping, and whistling, and hoping
To go home and cuddle with someone

And the security guards at the metal detectors
Look the saddest of anyone in town
I hear them talking about baseball with lost eyes escaping
To dreams of chasing bad guys around
And they’ll dig through your trays of car keys and loose change
Just to feel so authoritative rush
They get off work at dusk; feed their dogs and go to sleep
And in the morning wake with dirty teeth to brush

Such sadness in the drunk and disorderly
Such sadness in the dealers and thieves
Sad eyes searching, and scamming, and wishing
To go home and cuddle with someone
Track Name: Burning Bush
I mistook God for a prison guard
Eating my candy cigarettes
And letting my mind go in strange patterns
While kneeling at the foot of my bed
And all the corpses of his saints were scattered
In the corners of my bedroom like wrinkled clothes
And I believed that Christ was nailed to the ceiling fan
And the cold air was haunted by his holy ghost

And I looked at hell kind of like the basement
Of my neighbors two doors down;
Leather whips hung up on walls all painted black

And I remember listening to my mom read the bible
Forming shapes in my mind so strong and vivid
I dreamed of sailing zoos and skies raining reptiles
And I begged her to let me stay up late
And I never ate the apples from the high kitchen counter
In fear I’d damn the human race forever
And we piled into church and I let those Sunday hymns
Sink into me like warm apple cider

And the devil would visit me and the kids on my street
And beg us to steal candy from the corner shops and flee
And when those warm fluffy clouds hovered above
I wondered “what could this mean?”

And on the fourth of July the neighbors talked
As I drew pink crosses on their driveways with chalk
And my dad lit off mortars he bought from some Indians
That lived west of town in their trucks
And all the kids would fight wars with bottle rockets
And we’d each wake up with missing limbs
And with no hands to pray I just squinted my eyes
And pictured some ancient bush burning

And gazing into those curious flames
A voice loud and deep called out my name
And how I wanted to dive into that mesmerizing fire
And gaze upon his kingdom
Track Name: Cathy On My Mind
I watched you fall
Beautiful bird
And I held your bloody carcass
In my palms

I was shirtless, it was Sunday
And the clouds were all congested
And waiting to sneeze
A cold steady rain

Aint nothin’ but Cathy on my mind
Only Cathy on my mind

I’ll turn twenty one soon
Will you take me out to dance?
We can soak our shirts in champagne,
We can smile, and we can laugh

And when the perfect quiet comes
I’ll reach out to touch your hand
And we can watch the sun come up
Through the window by my bed

Aint nothin’ but Cathy on my mind
Only Cathy on my mind

Now the rain is pouring hard
And I’m lying on my bed
And the cranks are turning fast
In this cozy little head

And I’m listening to old records,
Old cowboys sing of lonely hearts
And highways
And I plucked a single feather
From the humming bird
That died upon my driveway

Aint nothin’ but Cathy on my mind
Only Cathy on my mind