
| Everybody’s Looking for a Meal ©2008 Alexei Wajchman I got bones under my skin Starving to death on Avenue D Now a beggar, once a king I shed all my faith and fancy rings They pricked me with a razor And shaved my head I wasn’t made for pigeon work Don’t want to trade in these teeth For a shot in the heart I’ve got a healthy taste for meat I’ll kill every fish that’s in the sea And drag a net loose through the dark To catch a preacher swollen with pride Who hides his shadow in the robes of Christ No, the world isn’t quite so round The hill you think you’re on Is just a stump in the ground You’re just another animal on the prowl Everybody’s looking for a meal Every tied up dog Every woman in heels Some of them kneel at the altar to pray Some of them use each other as bait Most of them are looking for something to steal I know not how the hammer falls Nor of the hand that moves the plow But the price to pay will be in sand It won’t satisfy the hungry man It’ll be like a hurricane that hunts you down Through the cracks in your window And under your door It gets down into your belly Like the termites in the floor And all you ever see is meat At the butcher shop and on your TV screen You wonder what it’s like feeding at the top Can’t you see yourself feeding at the top? Telling everybody that they better get lost I’d rather be a beggar than a Cowboy King Who smiles on his saddle while spitting on the dead I lost my position ‘cause I showed my teeth The lies were getting heavy I just had to get clean Of the honest politicians and their crooked dreams I’ve got one tooth left and a cardboard crown I wear upon my head like a royal clown The people that pass they clench their hands Don’t want to look into the eyes of such a pitiful man Don’t want to recognize themselves in such a hungry man Everybody’s looking for a meal Every tied up dog Every woman in heels Some of them kneel at the altar to pray Some of them use each other as bait Most of them are looking for something to steal So if you’re looking for a meal Don’t leave it to Fate You’ve got to be sharp as a dagger And ready for the price to pay |
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A Sort of Song Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless. ---through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks. -William Carlos Williams |

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| 6/2/10 Isaac Pingree @ Tiny Telephone. We have 3 songs(Shark Out of Water, Everybody's Looking for a Meal, The Unkindness of Ravens) on the soundtrack of Isaac's new release, Day of Vengeance(aka Blood Loss). Order the very hip new Vengeance T-shirt here. |

| Armed with a punk rock sneer worthy of Jello Biafra and a love of traditional roots music ranging from Fred Neil to Townes Van Zandt, The Jonah Kit's Jonah Watchman is one of the most fascinating frontmen to emerge in some time. His San Francisco-based trio comes with classic country instrumentation, while Watchman presides likeably over the arrangements with an almost irascible charisma. He's a strange dude for sure, and his delivery casts him as a lanky prairie iconoclast, traversing the American Heartland with a Mohawk tucked under his cowboy hat. Vibrating away through such numbers as the prickly "Rebound Shit" or the doleful "Mercy Kit," Watchman brings to each composition a real originality that's complemented by his band's studious rootsty accompaniment. He can play it pretty straight ("Uncle Cadillac," "Another") or go wild before a campfire ("I've Got Something In My Eye," "Even My Dog Done Made A Fool Outta Me"), but either way, Watchman is never dull company —Alex Green Caught in the Carousel, 3/09 |
| BLIND WILLIES Needle, Feather, and a Rope 12/13/09 with Community Music Center Teen Jazz Band |

