Lion's Paw Blues & Other Songs

by Menchaca

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released May 4, 2015

Written, performed and produced by Menchaca
Mixed by Kevin Sharpe, Metro 37 Studios, Rochester, MI

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Track Name: Hunting from Balloons
A light bulb with a patchwork skin
Of colors, as of workout clothes
Below: the sticks and stone of Spring
In low ravines the frost and snow

Camouflaging corpses blend into
Un-re-greening ground
But stars of hemoglobin burst
On the trees and whited crowns

We are hunting from aerial balloons
We are hunting from aerial balloons

Water bottles out-endure
The child residents
Piled on the riverbank
One slips into the current
Moses in another age’s
Polyethylene basket
Drifting toward deliverance
While a man hammers a casket

We are hunting from aerial balloons
We are hunting from aerial balloons
Track Name: Killing The Load
In the dark their target is stripped of garments
The secrets of anatomy
He is made to forget when their messages un-send
He sleeps naked in their granary

She palms off love on a turquoise rubber glove
The after-spatter pattern bestows
Treason’s home is prophecy’s chromosome
Making law is breaking code

Is called killing the load
Keep clicking on…the icon….
Track Name: Lion's Paw Blues
Bird on my shoulder

Is an old jackdaw

There’s a shadow unfolding

Underneath the lion’s paw

Lion’s mane is fire

Honey in his jaws
Eyes the age of stars

Tumbling underneath his paw

Crown a wheel of lanterns

Crescents in his claw

Towers falling down

Underneath his paw

Bird on my shoulder
Is an old blue jay

Lion sleeps tonight

Is what he says
Lock your doors and windows
Tell your children hide

Lion comes this way

Make his passage wide

Lion’s mane is fire

Honey in his jaw

Eyes the age of stars

Tumbling underneath his paw
Crown a wheel of lanterns

Crescents in his claw

Towers falling down

Underneath his paw
Track Name: Fire in The Moon
Ram standing in a flooded field
And he's looking straight ahead
Wire running from the pyramid
Spots of air time from the land of the dead
Not displacing a grain of sand
It sails a million miles
There's a fire in the moon above the Nile

Dictator in a Winnebago
And he's flying down the lane
One step ahead of the proletariat
Demanding revenge in his name
Radar and Tarot cards
And a tiny silver vial
There's a fire in the moon above the Nile

In the shadow of the palms
She's holding on for me
She's got her eyes focused on
Some interior form of ecstasy
Clothed in gold and plastic explosives
In the latest style
There's a fire in the moon above the Nile
Track Name: Just for One Day
Matchbook Sam
Has slept a wink
Only from approved window
Ledges does he watch the world go by
His glass is looking for a spy

Sandpaper Adam
Draws his cloak around him
And the awkward fitting vestments
Shift as he walks along the pavement
He doesn’t talk

Riders at the bus stop
Sealed in their sound sarcophagi
Ascend the steps to would-be heavens
Or wait for the next stop
Adam gets off

Sam and Adam face to face
Though neither one see
They notice something other of each other
And walk away
From destiny

We could be heroes just for one day
We could be
Track Name: Goodbye My Fancy
The knob turns
The doorway disappears
You walk in backward
And who is there?

The closer I get
The slower goes my heart
Witness the stillness
We can start

Goodbye my fancy
Though you would hardly know me now
Goodbye my fancy
You will ask my name
Goodbye my fancy
Though we have kissed a long while
Goodbye my fancy
I’ll be a stranger now

This is for my last
And you will not remember
My fingers clasped
Over your eyes

I dissolve
In a little pool of water
It’s something you should hide
And show no others

Goodbye my fancy
Though you would hardly know me now
Goodbye my fancy
You will ask my name
Goodbye my fancy
Though we have kissed a long while
Goodbye my fancy
I’ll be a stranger now

The closer I get...the slower goes my heart
Track Name: Black Diamond Express (John Fahey RIP/Old 97)
I’m sitting in the Rain Forest Café
In the rainforest watching a real time loop
I shout I’m buying to some maid in Hawaiian
In a grass Versace skirt and a hula hoop
She throws me a look and I take my chances
And we walk under the canopy where the jaguars luxuriate in the branches
 
We shipwrecked off the coast
And the African broke his shackles in the catastrophe
The tribe that found us tied and bound until we exposed
Through acts of healing our divinity
They turned us out in the cold
And we set out barefoot to discover the Seven Cities of Gold
 
John Fahey may he rest
John Fahey may he rest
John Fahey may he rest…in peace
 
O Shenendo….
Mary Bolan’s leaving town before a mob sees to it
I love your daughter but I’ve been living underground nursing on the witch nipples of my roots
I’ve been sleeping in the field
And when I sleepwalk and my impression in the grass is un-concealed
 
There’ll be wi-fi in the valley
And the state fair this year is in the cloud
There’s tractor gladiators, ring toss and spirit saviors
And corporeal participation is not allowed
A revival tent float on the sea
The angel of the apocalypse has been detained in security
 
 
John Fahey may he rest
John Fahey may he rest
John Fahey may he rest…in peace


I woke up standing in a queue
I was trying to screw a rose in my lapel
The whistle summoned and the train that was coming
Was the Black Diamond Express to Hell
The flat cars piled up with clocks
I took a seat and I retrieved my ticket from my pocket
Track Name: Work Song for Any Type of Work
There's a mighty rumbling at the water trough
And they keep on talking about the crippled queen
She may be crippled but she do go clean

Captain, captain
Don't you kill old Bob
Said he may do better
If he makes new job

Mama cut 'em out
Mama cut 'em out
Mama cut 'em out
Mama cut 'em out

Papa sewed the stitches
Track Name: Irregular Violin, Strangely Bowed
There’s an animal in there
I can hear it breathing
The predator is hesitant
It must be measuring the steps
Away from the nest it will let you get
Before intervening

Silver strands
The handiwork of hands
Conversation threads
Comprise his bed and when the creature sounds:
An irregular violin
Strangely bowed

Late one summer evening
His mother’s voice warns him off
A creature had retreated
Below the porch
What’s it preparing for:
Die or give birth?
There’s an animal in there
Track Name: I Needn't Be Told
I needn’t be told the flower’s
Ceased to be pure
I needn’t be told there’s aroma
Of fear some people adore
Dip your finger in blood and mark the
Posts of the door
I needn’t be told
 
I needn’t be told ‘bout the lake
Swallowed the sky
I needn’t be told ‘bout the blue canopy
Of his eye
There’s an island of silent natives not
On any map you can find
I needn’t be told
 
About the sidewinder
About the celestial vibration finder
Or the impeccable memory of the reminder
 
There‘s a figure like morning dew
Passes away
And there is smoke in the chimney when
The tenant’s away
The pendulum on the other side's
Swinging this way
I needn’t be told
 
I needn’t be told ‘bout the light that can’t
Get out of the core
I needn’t be told ‘bout the thorn that sliced
The interior
And behind the one there’s always
Another one more
I needn’t be told
 
About the gainsayer
About the obedient prayer
About the motions of the lonesome rhythm swayer…
Track Name: The Scene Is Full
“The driver walked away”
None of this recorded
The night before the war
A broken fall

Crystal bits of glass
In your lashes glisten
You speak but pulse
Makes it impossible to listen

The driver walked away
Beyond the witness
“The driver walked away”
Into the woods

On the workstation
Secrets in the folder
A disconnected limb
He couldn’t keep control of

The driver walked away
After came the men
“The driver walked away”
"Nothing there"

Behind the giant clock
The shadow of the numbers
The face illuminated
He reaches for the structure

The driver walked away
The film is shown:
“The driver walked away”
THE SCENE IS FULL
Track Name: The Witness Ballad
Who can accompany one
So gloriously alone?
Where can he travel
To seek respite from the throne,
Where the tongue between his teeth
Is like a marble bed
And no word rises there
Since Lazarus from the dead
Where angel faces stare
Like wooden maidens from a prow
Unblinking at the diadem
Of planets on his brow?
 
            Where can he go?
            Who can know?
 
So he wanders down the hall
Built to shelter all those souls,
Past the dark apartments
Not even shadows can household,
And he finds a winding ladder
And rung by rung climbs down
And his garment’s yellow hem
A touch of ocean foam turns brown
Wind pushes through his fingers
And sunlight makes him laugh
Nervously like momentary blindness
After a photograph
 
Above the Spanish city’s…
Unfinished spires
…Rise to everlastingness
While their architect expires…
Beneath the wheels of streetcars
…He flies on by
In a patch of sunflowers…
Something catches his eye…
 
Mylar balloons signed Jesus….
Tethered to a string…
Waving from the scene of

Someone’s head-on collision…
  
Tickled by the adoration
He comes down
Preparing to meet the faithful
As he touches the ground
  
Inundated with a thousand
Streamed transmissions
Freighted with requests
Entreaties and conditions

He slips behind a mannequin’s eyes
And hides behind the glass
And window shopping pilgrims
Sense a deal but pass

He waits on one side
Of a mirror made of skin
Which pictures him desire
But will not let him in
 
            He shuts his eyes from witnessing
            But can’t help listening

Come on down to the witness.....