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Feral Children's Almanac

by Kevin Sinclair

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mattych Brilliantly catchy, wiseacre, implicitly darker and more literate than it lets on. Definitely a fellow to watch.
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1.
I built you a staircase From the floor to ceiling A ballroom, a courtyard And a doorbell to ring The sins of the past Well they weren’t my misdeed The garden is empty Guess that I’ll plant some seed Chorus#1: O! Sweet séance Please tell me why It’s best to build Then for to die Things are moving And I can’t explain When in the sun room They had made it rain Now my hubby’s invention left you all in a heap And if I build you a home Mrs. Winchester will sleep And if you leave me alone Mrs. Winchester will sleep His motives were wrong And they make me feel cheap And if I build you a home Maybe then I can sleep Chorus#2: O! sweet séance Ghosts I’ve employed Only to fill The great devoid O! sweet séance They’re here to stay Only to see One more bright shining day And now I’ve built you a home Can you stay happily? Or you might take my life irrevocably And how you sleep and you toil Can't you find a release? Just go back to the soil I’m so eager to please
2.
She’s been wronged up and down so bad Can’t even call up and ‘fess to her dad And she pounds her fists against the wall Is there hope for this one after all? She misses him, She misses there His balmy hands running through her hair 'Cause in his smile he really held the world But then he had to smile at another girl And though some say that she was blind A good man is real hard to find Now she’s sleeping with the cartoons on And her piss-warm beer is almost gone The sunlight breaks her musty room She's remembering coitus in full bloom So love is sharp and gashes flow And ships they sail with chum in tow And roses die in springtime too; She’ll reap the roses, black and blue Her fruits are just an empty rind But a good man is so hard to find She’ll burn the candle at both ends And contemplate her trust in friends Is this to be a means to an end? Her new distraction is a godsend From empty lawns where moonlight shined, For blank damp tramps so unrefined, For the greatest man that God designed She’s got herself a vicious axe to grind And now her love and hate are intertwined A good man is so hard to find, The fates have all been undermined, And a good man is too hard to find And every mirror serves to remind A good man is real hard to find
3.
I keep some bones in my pocket for when I'm agitated Although the taste of the meat really was overrated And my mate he sucks his buttons to cope with his thirst I'll keep these bones to myself 'cause my hunger is the worst A month ago we saw it on the horizon In the South Pacific, it ain't that surprising Our captain said man harpoons 'cause he's the boss We're gonna shoot us a whale instead of an albatross The leviathan just sneered and he lowered his head Then he smashed up our hull until the masts just bled Now we're stretched out here for weeks by the sea, and the salt and the sun A row, ho ho, this trip ain't no more fun And I felt it in my bones, I knew it in my heart This vessel was damned right from the start I felt it in my bones, I knew it in my heart This vessel was damned right from the start Now a man's head gets empty and his stomach does to With the sea and sky and everything Blue, blue, blue When the pork ran out we ran out of time to waste Just had to see how BIlly Brannigan would taste Now I'm suckin' on my bones when the skipper saw the land After three long months it feels so strange just to stand There's no head-shrinkers here, just the statues and sand And we white cannibals are gnawing bones from a hand And I felt it in my bones, I knew it in my heart This vessel was damned, right from the start I felt it in my bones, I knew it in my heart This vessel was damned right from the start
4.
Dear Sister 03:51
She gave alms and dropped tears For to resurrect the stone But such things are only futile Or so time has shown That we hold them and we love them As long as they are here And if only our hope Shared the strengths of our fear Chorus: Dear sister, Dear sister I can feel no more pain And I patiently await When we’ll meet once again Dear sister, Dear sister Silhouette in the sun For to run and to laugh As we had never done Blinded by one light David’s star be the mark Please grant her the power To see through the dark That he’s safe now, Enlightened After here’s so much more You’ve no need to be frightened I can show you the door Chorus It had hurt once to watch you Grow the years beyond me But each step brought a new day And I began to see That you’d soon be a woman With an expectant hand For a kinship, a loved one The trust in a man So God bless you, my angel May no one treat you mean And I’ll watch you, protect you From my silver screen And if you should stumble and fall I will carry you To the end and to salvation Where all’s revealed to be true Chorus, END
5.
They’re standin’ in line for the Tobin-nosedive Standin’ in line for the Tobin-nosedive Of which there’s no easy way out And when the planes come down I’ll be a man about town Hebrews, Christians, and Muslims devout With your worst realized dreams And your guttural screams I will cackle with the bums Payback’s a bitch With your face in a ditch In the dirtiest of Dorchester’s slums The cops are getting nervous And they won’t admit defeat Let’s face fact my friend They won’t even clean the blood off the street So consult your Rabbi And ball your French whores They’ll tell you the same When it rains it pours Its too late to find Jesus God knows he don’t need us And in the meanwhile I’ll stand here in style As the queue makes its haste For the Mystic to taste So jump right in line For the Tobin-Nosedive I wouldn’t talk jive about that Tobin-Nosedive And I hope you arrive for the Tobin- Nosedive
6.
Have you seen him? No we’ve not seen any He holds kin to no one yet is the son of many I guess you’d say he has that certain kind of face That's somehow so familiar yet you cannot place Chorus: He goes and assumes that all the problems will solve all themselves And that the weather will be warm He’s the eye of the storm He’s young and he’s free, no need to worry ‘bout the smut on TV It gets too scary and what’s worse He’s the center of the universe Even drenched to the bone in a long shoreman’s sweater He can lend you his arms to make you feel better ‘Bout yourself and he’ll need nobody else He will need nobody else, he will need nobody else, nobody else But you Did you happen to catch the breaking news at 6? It seems the local police force is up to their same dirty tricks They got ‘em billy-clubbed and armored, all in a line Don’t think we’re long for this country. Have we anymore time? Chorus: The Clydesdales will stomp right down on Storrow And the people will run and if it happens tomorrow He won’t care; He’s got the time to spare And when the riots erupt, smash all the windows The city will be theirs until the blue shows He won’t steal; He keeps an even keel When the winds of change make your friends projectiles He will drift place to place but may stop for a while At your home; This citizen unknown You know I think I’ve seen him just around these parts A kindly gent made of daisy chains and construction paper hearts If you should see him again won’t you please send my regards? ‘Cause he rescued this soul just like a St. Bernard Chorus: And he goes and assumes that all the problems will solve all themselves And that the weather will be warm ‘Cause he’s the eye of the storm He’s young and he’s free, no need to worry ‘bout the smut on TV It gets too scary and what’s worse He’s the center of your universe Naked as he was born, providing no answers Show this child no scorn and he’ll give you the answers To yourself, and you’ll need nobody else
7.
Hibernaculum 03:58
I’d grown weary of the populace I felt that I could escape I couldn’t bare them anymore I had to escape So I took my sleep like Rip van Winkle And hid up in the hills To rest for 40 years Only to reemerge again Then crossing my cave’s threshold I heard a resonating hum A symphony of hissing And a pounding battle drum What could be this cacophony? This elusive hissing hum When April wakes likewise the snakes From the Hibernaculum Slither me away, to a place I’d never seen Where I could recollect emotion from these places I’d never been And like a trapeze artist suspended I’m just lazy for the ground Something’s hidden beneath the rocks Are best left unfound And I was slithered away to Eldorado Where gold fruit trees yield golden plums You can pluck one from even a sapling’s branch Whenst Hibernaculum comes The snakes, you know, they don’t bite you They cool their heads with a good April breeze And the depths of these huddling masses Trump even the heights of the trees And all these serpents come to remind me That the circus is in town And that trapeze boy, he ain’t an artist Like me he’s just lazy for the ground If I were to estimate, that is to say come upon a total sum I would have state that there were millions here For the Hibernaculum
8.
Do you get straight A’s And take your vitamin C Well I couldn’t bare the thought of you growing up to be like me When you draw with your crayons Do you stay in the lines? Does the sunshine bother you when it gets in your eyes? Chorus: If we strip down, down We could make ourselves pure Hitchhike back to the lord and reach heaven for sure Count 1 2 3 4, a-1 2 3 4 5 Go tell it on the mountain that we have arrived Go tell them we have arrived Mama, Papa they love you But what about your old anty I could spare you this life of cold and abject poverty In life there is indifference You know there’s love and there’s hate You’re too young to know the difference So we’ll cross the Interstate Chorus You are my pirate and princess And two and one they make three We’ll eat cake and give gifts And this gift is for me We’ll write our names for the last time Only this time will be in stone And we’ll do it together So that we won’t be alone Chorus: END
9.
‘Twas an outstanding effort Our first and final fling Were we playing hide and seek Or some red rover thing And you stare at me like Pacino In Godfather Part II So just sip your cappucino My brown-eyed baby blue You came… In like a lion, out like a lamb In like a lion, out like a lamb Be my sunrise gal, I’ll be your sunset man She’s pretty enough, But can she fit the bill He sees her wedding band Yet he can’t stand still You seem to me upset But this I swear If you’ll kiss me just twice I could be debonair In like a lion, out like a lamb In like a lion, out like a lamb Only one hour ‘til sunrise I will pray for you to stay But this hour is a malcontent Which is much to my dismay So I’ll speak to you once more That this I swear I’m so dead without affection It’s too tough for me to bare So if you’ll clasp my hand And lay rest my fears I’ll smile and I’ll realize this Goodbye trail of tears
10.
Father dear, when will we see the sun again? I cannot make any promises or say just exactly when We are but Christians in a hungry lion’s den And each night we pray that we will see the sun again My belly’s empty and I need a song to sleep So bring me a dream that won’t make me weep I just want to see the sun again I don’t care just where or when I just want to see the sun again Last night I dreamt of oranges, peaches and plums Yes we wait for release but somehow the day never comes But when it does we’ll have ourselves a decadent feast A feast for the angels and a banquet for the priests But that day’s not here, we’ll count our few blessings And save our strength to smile when our father sings We may never see the sun again But until that time, we’ll sing out to our hearts content I tried to cry but I can’t conjure up the tears I placate myself that death or freedom nears This may be the last time I’ll get to kiss your face It’s a portrait of a man I’ll never hope to replace It was a selfless act for him to assume this role To keep our spirits up with no hope of parole We shall all see the sun again If not on this plane, surely the next one then He held my hand as we were sprawled across the floor It was a gesture of kindness and I could not ask for more So won’t you hold me dear, I am so afraid to die But I will fear not fate with you just by my side It was worth it if only to save just one I accept the crimson crown of martyrdom I shall see the sun again With all my brethren I shall see the sun again
11.
Ready or Not 05:29
There’s surveillance on every edge of this town And I do believe we’ve caught you with your pants down And you’re quite aware what you did was a sin So here is a hole my friend, for you to crawl in Chorus: OO WEE OO OO WEE OO OO WEE OO Ready or not here I come OO WEE OO OO WEE OO OO WEE OO Ready or not here I come Now the Rock Island Line is a good line of escape But we've got all your toes tagged with the ticker tape Gone forensic and we know just what you’ve done Machiavelli’s gonna chase you like the sun CHORUS Now you think you’re somewhere where you won’t be found Beyond Columbia and the Long Island Sound But one step behind we’re clean right on your heels Whenst we get to you, you’ll know how fire feels CHORUS And now we’ve got you where we want you, there are many holes we have dug There is no lifeline that is left for you to tug Are there any last words, last words for you to say? So we can fill in these holes and call it a Judgement Day CHORUS 2X

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released February 20, 2016

Kevin Sinclair: Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin, Glockenspiel, Percussion.
Katie Grealish: Vocals, Bass.
Curtis Killian: Percussion

Produced and Engineered by Curtis Killian
All songs written by Kevin Sinclair except "A Good Man Is Hard To Find" & "Bones In My Pocket" co-written with Matthew Cullen
Recorded November 2013-December 2015

Album Cover designed by Matthew Sinclair, photo courtesy of Judy Sinclair.
Back photo by Rachel Schein.

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