Menagerie

by Megaphone Barons

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    Track Listing:
    1. Poppy Seeds
    2. Send Somebody Else
    3. Let's Bargain
    4. Nearly 40
    5. Pink Elephant
    6. Soggy Ground.

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released August 8, 2011

Christopher Lewis - Guitar, lead vocals, bass, charango
Timothy Preston - Drums, backing vocals, percussion, synths
Daniil Davydoff - Violin, backing vocals, accordion, synths

All lyrics & music by Christopher Lewis with Timothy Preston & Daniil Davydoff. Produced, recorded & mixed by Timothy Preston.

Mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman at Mobtown Studios (Baltimore, Maryland). [www.mobtownstudios.com]

Album artwork by Pablo Thaler. Layout design by Nathaniel Adams.

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Track Name: Send Somebody Else
Send somebody else next time,
well you don’t have to
Send somebody else next time,
you don’t have to

Adderall, what are we raving for?
To bleed the vultures
Coffee talk just to cut them into friends
Drowning in the red
After all, what are they paying me for?
We’re never too sure
Did we all just fool them all again?
Well that depends

Them overpaid executives, they’re fighting against us
They’ll determine market value
Well tyranny is tyranny, I say
Tyranny is tyranny
Let it come from whom it may
Tyranny is tyranny
Let it come from whom it may

Adderall, what are we raving for?
To bleed the vultures
Coffee talk just to cut them into friends
Drowning in the red
After all, what are they paying me for?
We’re never too sure
Did we all just fool them all again?
Well that depends

So send somebody yeah
You’ll send somebody yeah
You’ll send some body else next time

Tyranny is reliable (one more year under the sun)
Tyranny is hard to, it’s hard to beat (one more year under the sun)
Tyranny is a proven mate (one more year under the sun)
Tyranny is tyranny (one more year)

Adderall, what are we raving for?
To bleed the vultures
Coffee talk just to cut them into friends
Drowning in the red
After all, what are they paying me for?
We’re never too sure
Track Name: Soggy Ground
Some people walk on soggy ground, very unproud, very unproud
Some people walk on soggy ground, they're splashing around, they're splashing around

And others run away, can’t hold them down, can’t lock them down
While others run away, others will stay, others will stay

Oooh, Ahh, Do Do
We don’t need no rain to come falling down
Oooh ahh, it's washing away the footsteps
So do your pretty feet hurt?
And, am I supposed to sympathize
more with those who splash through puddles
or those who remain?
Most wanted fugitive
is on the run again
Cops won’t be chasin him
further from freedom

Some walk with too much caution, they’ll never make a mistake, they’ll never make a mistake
Some walk with too much caution, so far from perfect, still far from perfect

Oooh, Ahh, Do Do
We don’t need no rain to come falling down
Oooh ahh, it's washing away the footsteps
So do your pretty feet hurt?
And, am I supposed to sympathize
more with those who splash through puddles
or those who remain?
Most wanted fugitive
is on the run again
Cops won’t be chasin’ him
further from freedom
Track Name: Pink Elephant
I got a call the other day from that zoo
Zookeeper panicked asking what I knew
Not much until yesterday when it arrived on my doorstep
You’re hiding something like a solicitor
But with a trunk like that, who could be mistaken?
You can’t even fool the most naïve of my friends

Got this pink elephant in the room
And it won’t go home and it won’t listen (2x)
We don’t even talk about it

We took an oath of silence it seems,
Too young to run out of energy
A circus can be so damning
Chained up, among children laughing
The zoo wasn’t much better
But at this point none of that matters

Got this pink elephant in the room
And it won’t go home and it won’t listen (2x)
We don’t even talk about it

Surely you know someone with a gun,
We can shoot it up and drag it through the doorway
Instead we’ll just stand staring,
Which won’t help things as it enters the kitchen
Put away the pans and lock the doors
Things are coming undone
You know you can’t stop a stampede
We stand in silence and wait for it to come
Wait for it to come, Wait for it to come,
Wait for it to…

CHORUS
Got this pink elephant in the room
And it won’t go home and it won’t listen (7x)
We don’t even talk about it
Track Name: Let's Bargain
Dennos las armas y entregamos las drogas
Pasando lo que sea atraves de la frontera
Dennos las armas y entregamos las drogas
Sin importarnos nada, dañando nuestra tierra

Drugs for guns, or, was it drugs for fun?
Guns for exaggeration
Drugs for guns, or, was it drugs for fun?
Guns for negotiation

M-16s for methamphetamines
A half-kilo of blow for any thing you need
Sawed off shotguns for bricks of weed
And you can draw some blood it ain’t gonna be from me
No, it ain’t gonna be from me, it ain’t gonna be from me

Give us the drugs and we’ll give you the guns
Die my dear friends, we’ll wash your blood from our hands

M-16s for methamphetamines
A half-kilo of blow for anything you need
Sawed-off-shotguns for bricks of weed
And you can draw some blood it ain’t gonna be from me
It ain’t gonna be from me, No, it ain’t gonna be from me

Drugs for guns or was it drugs for fun?
Guns for negotiation
Drugs for guns or was it drugs for fun?
Guns for exaggeration
Guns for extermination
Track Name: Poppy Seeds
And we'll plant a few poppy seeds upon their backs
Their new tracts are breaking potted plants
Entrenched civilians, so landlocked
A thousand dots, the chosen targets
Fully functional pelvis, no water to help us
No one taught the boy how to count the casualties

A shrapnel kiss goodbye
A dream of drones ignored
Black finger tips at a polling station
Trigger ready and waiting

Ten years gone, the tale of the strong
Your speedy trial ended in dust on your grave
Ripped a page from Thursday's paper
Same old noose, old golden tatters
Promised a ballroom but no one's in costume
Strike up the band, we can still strike up the band

A shrapnel kiss good bye
A team of drones ignored
Black finger tips at a polling station
Trigger ready and waiting

Well nobody remembers the Vietcong
Except for Charlie and they're all gone
So why does it matter if they cut down the trees?
There's nothing left to do, plant a few poppy seeds
There's nothing left to do, plant a few poppy seeds
There’s nothing left to do
Track Name: Nearly 40
I think she’s starting to realize,
she’ll never be a mother or wife
She’s nearly 40, still living at home,
the consequences of being too pretty?
She’s delusional so when her parents die her friends will be too busy

Blame the feminists, women empowerment
You’ll blame the religion, the ambition
Blame the mirror, you can blame the fear
Or just blame the gynecologist

She got a promotion and a raise,
now she’ll really scare them off
That white picket fence is wrapped in,
it’s wrapped in barbed wire
A failure or a nun if she’s lucky,
she’ll get revenge with a vow of silence
Sippin’ on a gin that she bought herself,
the reflection at the bottom is getting ugly

Blame the feminists, women empowerment
You’ll blame the religion, the ambition
Blame the mirror, you can blame the fear
Or just blame the gynecologist

Yeah she may die alone but the first 40 years were unforgettable, forgettable (3 X)