THERE IS NO NEED TO NAME THE MOON

by Michael Musika and Eric Kuhn

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released 14 February 2014

Michael Musika - piano, guitar, vocals
Eric Kuhn - guitar, piano, organ, drums + percussion, vocals
Joe Lewis - electric + standup bass
Jesse Olsen Bay - drums + percussion
Ally Musika - vocals
Erica Fink - vocals

Recorded and Mixed by Eli Crews
Overdubs recorded by Blake Henderson
Additional Overdubs recorded by Michael Musika and Eric Kuhn

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Track Name: Your Child's Leaving Home
Old man set fire to your wasteland
take that forlorn mask up off your face
the phantoms that kindle candles on your mantle
are never going to be reborn nor be replaced

there's rusted bells on weathered ropes on top of mountains
where only wildflowers ever go
I fell asleep and dreamed I heard them laughing
beneath the pale moon on a field of fallen snow

Your child's leaving home now, though you seek her out at twilight
and she answers when you call out her name
she's leaving home now, you may as well admit it
you're never going to be the same

My sister said that Kali was goddess
The lawyer said that baby Jesus was a man
The Rabbi said Kafka had a cockroach
I told that man John Lennon had a band

I understand that death can be seductive
and I've often seen how justice knows no shame
but don't tell me this isn't a game, of course this is a game
Go take a side, I'll take the blame, I'm not afraid

Your child's leaving home now, though you seek her out at twilight
and she answers when you call out her name
she's leaving home now, you may as well admit it
you're never going to be the same

I survived the fortune teller
I drowned the fraud who threw I ching
to cut the constellations loose from fearful puppet strings
My little birds make wicked masks with pretty painted wings
when darkness falls we congregate and sing

I saw the faithless girl who claimed to be a widow
I heard the samurai who whispered from a cave
Get off the road, take off your clothes, forget your friends
untie your foes, nobody knows you are a ghost jump out your grave

Your child's leaving home now, though you seek her out at twilight
and she answers when you call out her name
she's leaving home now, you may as well admit it
you're never going to be the same (2x)
Track Name: Morning
I woke up early in the morning
on top a mountain in the sun
and left the house on nimble footsteps
without waking anyone

There was no time to take picture
There was no mind to say a prayer
I could not swear that I was happy
I can't be sure if I was scared

If I could I'd be more open
And if I could I'd tell someone
what I saw out on the mountain
shining in the morning sun

She blessed the source of your rain water
She put the blanket on your bed
Forget the language of surrender
You will remember when you're dead

Love and God and war and shadow games
homes and hearts and hollow scarecrow brains
Foxes waiting for the world to wane
give it to me good and don't explain
Your aim is sweet and true

I woke up early in the morning
on top a mountain in the sun
and left the house on nimble footsteps
without waking anyone
Track Name: The Wilderness is Not for Purchase
good evening i'm a heathen and i stand accused of treason
but believe me while i'm breathing i'm not afraid of thieving
lots of people's making babies and someone's got to feed them
go tell it on the mountaintop with everyone repeating

the wilderness / is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s
the wilderness / is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s

money is made from men on the moon and hearts are made for breaking
making love is always evil when it's shameful to be naked
you don't need to be an astronaut if you have imagination
if the money's unforgiving then the law is for the taking

the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s
the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s

there's love that seeks out fortune and love that's left behind
from the insanity of wisdom by the depravity of time
unwinding in the music that is magic never-mind
said the statue to the statues that were stationed in a line behind
the signs of life abandoned by the language of the blind divined
by sultry repetition immaterial to time we find
when the night falls, the bats call and the stars shine on the pratfalls
in the baseball and the opera; Zarathustra, Cleopatra
the mahatma, Kali Yuga, Dalai Lama, Martin Luther
Kama Sutra, Alyosha, Dulcinea, Messasoia
the Sequoia, the Coyote, Woody Guthrie, Goyaate
Myamoto Musashi in Hindi and Farsi
Italian and Japanese, the crescent moon, the banyon trees
The setting sun, the seven seas, the air you breath, the blood you bleed

the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s
the wilderness is not for purchase/ the will of god is not the church’s
Track Name: Bluebird Canyon Road
Sewn on the bluebird canyon road
on the long lost Mexican coast
haunted by the fisherman ghosts
in their ghostly fisherman boats

Shown my a nimble black faced fox
with bracelet bells bound round her sox
who’ll answer to an old Russian name
and goes crazy at the first signs of rain

Woh, this disowned jewish mother got married to a gentile man
Woh, she holds a new born baby in her hands

And the sun shows what only that old ocean knows
every day is learning to let go

Old Pop knew the whole world was out on a limb
he taught his children how to swim
He sent money to the old Ukraine
where his brothers may still curse his name

We drove from a New England evergreen grove
to the Coatesville old folks home
pop smiled and said “where to begin?”
And I never saw him again

Woh, he got in trouble for stealing horses from the czar
Woh, he swam to Nova Scotia by the light of the stars

And the sun shows what only the old ocean knows
Every day is learning to let go

And now this story must circle around
to the gates of that old seaside town
dressed in a wild flower gown
watching the sun going down, down
watching the sun going down, down
watching the sun going down
watching the sun going down
watching the sun going down
watching the sun going down
watching the sun going down
watching the sun going down
watching the sun going down…

That young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows
what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows
what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows
what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows
what that young Sascha knows, what that old Sascha knows….
Track Name: Alessandra
The whale song told the old victrola
the world’s gone crazy hold me soldier
you’re the closed sign on the glass door
of the ghost town’s mom and pop drug store
where the bull horn hollers out old scores
from the whore house to the dance-floor

Alessandra I am haunted but I promise that I want you
even though i know you’re no good friend of mine

While I was out on some fool’s errand
you were dressed like Habsburg’s harem
i wanted to touch like you were the moon
when i was a child I knew
if you do people act like you’re hopeless
if you don’t then no one will notice

Alessandra I am haunted but I promise that I want you
even though i know you’re no good friend of mine
for the artwork that covers these walls is fine advertisement and all
but you’re the only one that draws my mind
Track Name: The Music We Make
The music we make when we stay in one place dreams of leaving
The music we make when we’re far away just wants to come home
Home is the place that I go whenever I’m feeling
That I will need some time to be a lone

Alone is the black of the coat of the spirit lost dreaming
As the clock on the wall in the hall recalls holidays
And the girl on the street is discreet as the signs to the seashore
Where the kites fly at night time and the moon shines on everyone’s face

As glorious horses gallop by
I’ll tip toe to my window and decide
That the world within is the world outside

When I fall from grace I long for a taste of what’s promised
By the light of the stars we can see but can’t understand
That the grace that we waste when we make haste and chase as we’re falling
Is the very same place we disgrace like a bird in the hand

As glorious horses gallop by
I’ll tip toe my windows and decide
That the world within is the world outside

Girls don’t be sad that there’s sleeping black bats in cathedrals
They make a beautiful sight taking flight as the midnight bells ring
If you ever come close to my home like a ghost and you’re lonely
Just open your ears and I’ll open my windows and sing
Track Name: There is No Need to Name the Moon
Snowbound swan of lake lucern, black gypsy's cup of tea
the clockmaker turned fugitive, the daylight's refugee
blue whale of autumn's ocean, green crystal concubine
pale polynesian flower, cold, cuckold bride of father time
white wan deceitful darling , orphaned owl of Tokyo
the boat that rows the earthly moat, but needs no oars to
row your children home, show your children home
there is no need to name the moon

Beneath the roof of Medjoule's muse
whose pimps prowl flowered lanes
the jewelry is stolen, the tapestries are stained
all promises are broken
the clocks up on the walls won't ever change
though there’s a wedding in the church-house
and the wind blows softly across the fields
I keep my eyes on the horizon
I keep my consciousness concealed

Misidentified magician, misanthropic mocking bird
calliope's confession, prescient, wounded, whispered words
the wolf who fooled the farmer, the hopeful hand me down
the silver tooth of Betty Boop that two toned temptress clown
the reaper's wife, the mermaid's knife, the fisherman's balloon
above the sea eternally with nowhere else to
row your children home, show your children home
there is no need to name the moon
Track Name: We All Are Animals
I had a dream that I ran out of money
in a land where it's illegal to be without money
the Chinese mafia wanted so badly to kill me
and the American Police didn't care to help
i know it's hard to believe i'd need a knife up my sleeve
even though we believe that I'm only sleeping
yet i'm terribly sure i won't wake evermore
if someone doesn't transcend the top floor of this troublesome nightmare
While the devils on each level raise their voices from rolls royces chanting choices
of mandates, tax breaks and topical temptations
Namely shapely lady wants a baby ain't she crazy give her gravy on and on

in the churches and the circus where the workers purchase worthless
paperwork to justify the property they purchased
I stood up at the pulpit like a shirtless mermaid versus
Listen up lovely little ones we're taking over this service

i didn't care about government schemes until i got evil spirit dreams
dub c society trying to find me and this is the help police provided me:
down on your knees, give us id, your job is bleed and plead mercy
with cattle prods it's easy to see who is the man and who is the beast

we are all animals/ people are animals
children it has always been this /way
we are all animals / let's act like animals
when the people come / to take our homes / away

You only are what you eat if you don’t have a superego
lots of people eat like sea gulls but only heathens eat other people
in the bible they eat sheep though even though it’s really illegal
speak no evil, hear no evil go once a week to a steeple

heretic, heretic, he is a heretic, we can't be heretics we are just farmers
we want a government who won't disarm us, jesus is lord stop with your dharmas
but only one seed will grow where your barn is
Jesus believes he told Charles Darwin
monkeys can't write in cuneiform, money can't make the monkeys perform
for money to monkeys is magic to mormons and money is putting a hex on your corn
so if you grow corn or if you eat corn or if you were born this market is cornered
you better wake up and conform every morning
or they'll put you in cages until you act normal

we are all animals/ people are animals
children it has always been this /way
we are all animals / let's act like animals
when the people come / to take our homes / away
one third of myself is 100 percent
of the part of myself I should spend on the rent
and I told you I dreamed that my money was spent
at first I was scared and acted all hesitant

then something deep in my being took precedence
answered the threats of every dead president
neighbors are blaming the presence of immigrants
everyone's immigrants, who isn't an immigrant

Oh good it's him again, die for my sins again
i'll be huck finn again you can be Jim again
curse about Mexicans praise Jackie Robinson
free him he's innocent, make him a citizen!

End all this venom the ending is imminent
isn't it officer I'm a civilian how many guillotines
will we be building for capitol hillbillies
murdering child - er - en?

You took my love and made a commodity
Everyone's holy my holy commodity
Don’t it feel odd to be sold as an oddity
Do i feel holy? oh lordy I go to be

ashes and ashes and dust to dust
you better just kill us forget about cuffs
Salvation's not something that animals trust
we'll drink your blood and that is enough!

we are all animals/ people are animals
children it has always been this /way
we are all animals / let's act like animals
when the people come / to take our homes / away
Track Name: Floortje
Listen close this one’s for you
who brought us here to be amused
who lit the moon above the roof
what kind of recluse tells the truth

were you the scotch that scared up romance
or just the girl who sold the programs
we charmed the anarchists to slow dance
if only for a precious moment

we laughed as you asked
that black cat on the path
“why is it you never call back?”
and I can’t remember it now
whatever happened late last night

whatever happened late last night
take your time and travel light
i can keep a secret
I heard your heartbeat beating
whatever happened late last night

I watched you close I know you noticed
you took us home with your hypnosis
you laughed at me and said my focus
is just as lonesome as a ghost is

before the morning’s slapstick antics
before the doors demanded answers
i saw you standing with a candle
at the bottom of a ladder

where the sun twirled the moon
over seaside sand dunes
many ghosts reappeared and passed by
but I can’t remember it now
whatever happened late last night

whatever happened late last night
take your time and travel light
i can keep a secret
I heard your heartbeat beating
whatever happened late last night

below the stars above the garden
beside the statue of the martyr
your father found the broken shards of
while out walking by the water
Track Name: I Know I Have a Skeleton
I know I have a skeleton
how'd you like to see me try to use it
try to tell the truth and prove this
hangman's noose is purely useless

dance when i should face the music
smile when my face is toothless
child when my age is youth-less
lose my mind and remain lucid

I told the judge I remember being born
She swore with words of swollen scorn
after you die you can do whatever keeps you warm
but while you're alive, you better keep me satisfied

I know I have humility
my girlfriend joined a cult to show me
no one owns the truth to loan me
no one but myself can know me

no one walks this way so boldly
no one but yourself is lonely
no one knows the way back home
there is no other one and only

I smiled and raised my arms to the sun
she sighed and said your working days aren't done
after you die you might find, you can do what you want for fun
but while you’re alive, you better keep me satisfied

these days satisfaction means your needs are deified
and the soul is advertisement for one last romantic ride
for which the clerics charge admission just to see the sacrifice
by the candles on the alter lie the minutes to one life
as the ghouls in the galleries cheer after waiting in line to buy beer
from some ravishing slave on a stage where the world disappears

I know have a skeleton
my broken heart is open often
empty as an outlaw's coffin
anchored to the ocean's bottom

love is gone but not forgotten
dreaming under sheets of cotton
winsome fields of early autumn
raindrops caught in poppy blossoms

Nobody needs any justice of the peace and
I'll never sign for the right to be released
after I die, you believe i'll be where you want me to be
but while i'm alive, you better keep me satisfied
Track Name: I Wish that You Would Come Home
Farewell Frankenstein my horizon
God knows there’s no truth in books
if Palestine is all crawling with beggars
then Israel’s all falling for crooks
everyone’s born with desire
said she who cast the first stone
why go on residing on faraway islands
I wish that you would come home

The pride of East Hampton, Virginia
saw the mask of the minstrel get mugged
when the judge put a price on the talent
that ran crazy rich in his blood
You laugh now whenever I tell it
and respond like I need to know
tell the ashes of glory of that ghost in your story
I wish that you would come home

Woman please magic leaves for no reason
No key left will unlock this door
No magician can bring back the vision
Nobody lives here no more
i declare to no congregation
to the birds through the church of your phone
who sing my confession when I leave a message
I wish that you would come home

the crows show the rooftops of Brussels
where the traveler remembers the sky
to the guru who asks you who you are
time after time after time
Let us go now this housekeeper’s crazy
and find us some other device
to hide childish sorrows from borrowed tomorrows
I wish that you would come home

on the side of a faraway mountain
on the eve of a long ago birth
the stars shined from high in the darkness
to one quiet place on the earth
where the cops at the end of the opera
the innkeeper slyly consoles
keep your eyes and ears open for the doorway to open
one day you’ll find you’re at home

your hummingbirds all haunt up my bookshelf
your dreamcatchers shelter my bed
your sun shines the fruit of my living
your moon shines the dram of my dead
all debts are one day forgiven
each dynasty’s doomed to dethrone
off in the distance
you’ll hear if you listen
I wish that you would come home
I wish that you would come home