Birth of Jazz CD EP

by Modey Lemon

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Written, Recorded, Performed by Modey Lemon 2007-2008

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released March 8, 2008

Phil Boyd - guitar, vocals, synth, effects
Jason Kirker - bass, keyboard, synth, guitar
Paul Quattrone - loops, drums, effects

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Track Name: Rainbow Beard
Rainbow Beard (Boyd)

I was just a boy
When I lost my pants
Running through the fields
Learning how to dance
I should’ve known
By the moon’s glow
That my hair would strain
To ever grow
In the churches
Flirting with the chumps
In the hospitals
Getting stomachs pumped
In the elevators
Printed on the sheets
You buried your blood
Underneath my cheek

Tiger-eyes and Apache tears
The morning time my sister says I’m weird
Mountain peaks with rocky hats
Roots are red where claybeds pack
My minute hand is long and gold
Silver mines explode when I get old
All the tots rotting in the moss
What did you smoke to make it grow so long
I met myself in a way
I hadn’t imagined any other day
I met myself it was in a way
I hadn’t imagined any other day

Take a strand from your man in the East
Another from your brother with the Ivory teeth
Paradise’s freaky fowl
Till the spectrum streams from the lighthouse tower

Tiger-eyes and Apache tears
The morning time my sister says I’m weird
Mountain peaks with rocky hats
Roots are red where claybeds pack
My minute hand is long and gold
Silver mines explode when I get old
All the tots rotting in the moss
What did you smoke to make it grow so long
I met myself in a way
I hadn’t imagined any other day
I met myself in a way
I hadn’t imagined any other day
I met myself in a way
I hadn’t imagined any other day
I met myself it was in a way
I hadn’t imagined any other day
Track Name: Vision Quest
Vision Quest (Boyd)

To the Wart in the water
While you were up their fishing
You became a rainbow man
Your body split in sevens
To the ants in the window
Who drip in on their mission
Just one body blocking satalites
From their position
Now lifting up from my cocoon
Where I’ve been hidden
I’ve found that waking with the sun
Can help me with my vision

To the lizards who crawled back to seas
While escaping teeth
Of the fishes who had claimed the land
Then made that trip complete
When their eyes were tired
And obscured in the blur
They feathered out their flakey skin
They made themselves to birds
Now lifting up from beaches
Where they’re buried in just wishing
They’ve found that striking down with sun
Can help them with their vision

Now I know you’ve seen that lady
Up in the sky
Who combs her hair off mirrored jewels
And gives the night some light
To the people of the east
Her face looks like a rabbit
To the people of the west
We see something more human
But we know that she’s been sent here
To give us goodnight kisses
And awake our minds
To arouse all of our sleeping visions

Now every time I scrape the dust
Off stretching eyes
I see the Aztecs and the Incas
And see Superman in skies
And pilots who were drowning
Under the weight of flags
That parachuting falling planes
And cushioned up their crash
And the shaman who sits in saunas
While his body’s dripping
And assures me that sweating with sun
Can help me with my vision
Track Name: Half of a Hermaphrodite (in bed)
Half of a Hermaphrodite (in Bed)- (Boyd)

I was all alone I shook the rust
And then I slept
When i awoke the streets were dust
My blankets lead

Half of a hermaphrodite in bed
Out of sync with the star in your head
Fly through night and up for hours
Beneath the smoke and radio towers
When you find you’re on your own and all alone
You’ll see that I can be your friend

We made it on to New Years Day
I sang my song
I lit a flame inside my stove
It kept me warm
We were nearly old
With heavy hands and stubborn jaws
But i was wrong, we’re what we are
We’re never young

Half of a hermaphrodite in bed
Out of sync with the star in your head
Fly through night and up for hours
Beneath the smoke and radio towers
When you find you’re on your own and all alone
You’ll see that I can be your friend