Crypto​-​aristocracy

by Menchaca

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A love triangle in which one lover is a ghost...how we invite the State to infiltrate our homes for the promise of unlimited shopping...Noah...Wilson Pickett...Alan Lomax and a coal fire that won't go out...you can hear about these and more on Crypto-aristocracy.

Menchaca's third release takes its title from the Medicis of Renaissance Florence. Not aristocrats by birth, they consolidated power through wealth from business and in so doing modeled the elites that run our world in technology, government and organized religion.

Living in that world feels a little like the guy inside the giant, mood-lit jet propulsion lab in the cover shot: you're a small dot in a giant eye, a hunter in a new kind of cave art; you're standing in the path of oncoming, super-turbulent sound. And you're not alone, or maybe that's just two of you.

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released April 15, 2017

All songs written, performed and produced by Menchaca except "Long Old Road," written by Bessie Smith and arranged by Menchaca.

Mixed and mastered by Ondrej Jezek, Jamor Studio, Czech Republic.

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Menchaca Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Menchaca is a Pittsburgh-based composer and writer.

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Track Name: White Wax Glove
Don't look down, you'll feel dizzy
Your equilibrium will return, in just a minute
Yes, your hands are still tied, and yes, you've been blindfolded
Now that the black wrappings are about to be unwound
...prepare your eyes to focus

When the lightning's timed flashes trigger in a line's
When you'll see the phosphorescence of the body's outline
No one sees the hand in the paraffin bath
Everybody cries when it rises up, a white wax glove

Among we three, love abundant there must be
For I love the one who's missing, and the one who dismissed him loves me
They call his disease the unruly hand
In which the one inflicted believes his body is not his

One fights the other, one strikes himself upon the cheek
One busies itself among the cutlery while the other seems to sleep
No one sees the hand in the paraffin bath
Everybody cries when the sun comes up, a white wax glove
Track Name: Waving at The Enemy
We've known each other for some time now
Such that between us there are no important secrets
Like a jigging leg, incinerating surplus energy
The table beneath this conversation is quaking

Surprised to find us, waving at the enemy
Identifying positions as the crow flies
Surprised to find us, beckoning, dismantling
An evening's entertainment: plotting home

Let me tell you all about my safe house
My smiling face at the end of a selfie stick
Embedded overhears of my soliloquies
A hand between my buttocks and underwear

Surprised to find us, waving at the enemy
Identifying positions as the crow flies
Surprised to find us, beckoning, dismantling
An evening's entertainment: plotting home
Track Name: Long Old Road
It's long, long road, but I'm going to find the end
And when I get back, I'll shake hands with a friend

On the side of the road, I sat beneath a tree
Nobody know the thought that came over me

Picked up my bags, baby, I tried it again...
Track Name: Raise The Ark
My father split the atom, brought the bright stars to heel
Don't wake him when he's passed out in the map room, extended for all the world

Now who's going to raise the ark & cover up his drunk
Now who's going to raise the ark & wipe up his spilled religion

One day too early or one day too late, the raven arrives on the wind
The cargo's carrying-on reverberates, we see the swells and sweep the bough for hills

And now who's going to raise the ark & cover up his drunk
And now who's going to raise the ark & wipe up his spilled religion

An enemy is stretched with his legs spread, an enemy in only a helmet
An enemy is stretched with his legs spread, and only a hood

My father split the atom...
Track Name: Pater Hall Requiem
Pater Hall requiem, the gem burns
The traveler spreads the seeds of return

The road is terminating at the town
The town is levitating above the ground
The townspeople gather 'round
The window pane, look down, look down again

Pater Hall requiem, the seed glows
The shepherd's reed a rustic melody blows

Emanating between the cracks
The couples coupling, the undulating backs
Entwined and riding down the highway in a wave
The garden's leaking something green out of the grave

The apple is ascending up the branch
The snake un-stretches and commences a second chance

Pater Hall requiem
Track Name: Sebastian's Arrows
Sacred lands have been turned to mines
Alan Lomax and a shoulder strap recorder in a camp for turpentine

Stuck like resin on the palms of hands O sing to me
Of the company store and barracks that will never let you free

Wilson Pickett went to see Jesus in the midnight hour
On his way entered the crossfire of Sebastian's arrows

Shoot you when your back is turned
Shoot you when you're walking away.
Track Name: Pyramids of Egypt
Keep the things you love from harm's way
They are in it anyway
Glow on the raiders' weary faces flows
Not from gold, but the radiance of clay

And don't forget to write the missionary
And tell him we're converted
Dig a ditch, call it the pyramids of Egypt
And leave these camp meeting ground deserted

I thought you disintegrated years ago
Instead you just eroded
Giant lion facing east but the sources of defeat
Are wind and sand, and the heritage site explosion

And don't forget to write the missionary
And tell him we're converted
Dig a ditch, call it the pyramids of Egypt
And leave these camp meeting ground deserted

A single finger to you lips is louder than this broadcast scripture
Nothing's everlasting, especially the wine
On a bed of dust we raise the dead engender flesh for sculpture
Eternity is a waste of time

And don't forget to write the missionary
And tell him we're converted
Dig a ditch, call it the pyramids of Egypt
And leave these camp meeting ground deserted
Track Name: Museum of Rain
The fog on the interstate was dense
Just to keep pace with the brake lights ahead
Pursuing the last candles in the world
Exceed the speed limit

In the gray there are red eyes
They reveal themselves again like the punchline of a joke
After which the world resumes and is never the same again

Have you ever pursued guidance so fervently that you court catastrophe?
Or is catastrophe courts you, posing as a librarian?

O my unmaker, lights on the shoulder of a hill...

We emerge from this museum of rain
Into another possibly perfectly ordinary moment
Track Name: By The Drift Mouth
Rise, shine...a light is coming

Came as far as the schoolhouse, as far as the jailhouse
Maybe saying a thing won't make it so, but maybe so
There's a man on the inside, they say he's asking questions
Keep a stone inside my palm and razor up my arm

Cause there's a light that's coming
Track Name: Seconds to Rise
She looks your way, her lips are smeared with what seems like paste
A wave of tongue, and a fraction of a second and then she's gone
She leaves the body on the ground, as of a wardrobe rummaged and tossed around
Entrails in a sphere of glare, glow until you can no longer bear
She admits into deeper blue, and you cannot separate her from the view

Behold the ground you stand upon a tunnel's opened down
In the deep a violin is talking in its sleep

Message in the caverns of their eyes, read they are second ones to rise
Track Name: The Pilot's Radio
Sand dunes overtake the public fountain, the tower clocks are dead
Sun in the sky 24/7, under a branch-hung plastic tarpaulin the pilot made his bed
He does not remember crashing, just woke to find his chute deployed
Hanging from a tree, legs dangling free, dropped into the conifer-shaped interior from the void

And he recovered only his radio, broadcasting school children taking fire
He recovered only his radio, and what he hears appears before his eyes

He wandered through the classrooms, no signs of panic, no rushed exit
He found the unplayed, unplayable quarter score, right where the band teacher had left it

He recovered only his radio, which voices are the ones he's longing for?
He recovered only his radio, the ones that time has prolonged