King Likeness

by Mad Feather Group

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Our debut album.

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released February 14, 2015

Mad Feather Group is David Colón, Matthew T. Hess, Roshane Karunaratne, Santo Rizzolo and Brandon Tuzio. All songs composed and arranged by MFG. Special guest performances by Jamie Coppa, Bryan Haring, Zack Loria and Anthony Yebra. Recorded and mixed at Lakehouse Studios in Asbury Park, NJ. Engineered and mixed by Tim Pannella.

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Track Name: Art Collector
She is an art collector.
She's got art, almost everywhere,
on her person,
between her toes
within the roots of her hair.

The day I found her,
third week of Fall,
she was walking
before a mosaic wall,
and with my glasses
before my eyes
I saw her fuse
into the tiles:

She was one.
She was indistinguishable:
o one.

She is an art collector.
She's got art, almost everywhere,
in her rooms,
stuck to her white, white walls,
streaming like a river
down her stairs.

The day I told her
she was beautiful
she said: "I've no talent
and I've no skills"
but as she said this
her words shaped
and bent to the tune
playing on the tape:

She was one,
indistinguishable
o one,
indistinguishable
one
indistinguishable...

She is an art collector.
She can't paint or sculpt like a great.
Can't play a violin
or sing an opera,
but she can wear one
around like a cape.
(wear it like a cape)
(o the rain).

I never once
realized
how selfish this was,
how small in size.
All this art
turning into debris,
and there she gets it
much more than me.
She is...
Track Name: King Likeness
Part through the blue
with twenty digits spread like jam.
From the back row
the chorus is one man.

There goes King Likeness.
There goes King Likeness.

Ocean seems calm:
the slight botched lighting job.
Insides and fog,
the spot where the damn door knob should be.

There goes King Likeness.
There goes King Likeness.
There goes King Likeness,
Likeness,
o.

Out in the pool
the high functioning drunk
auto-piloting the ship that has sunk.
Hand on his heart,
he works that famous line,
'O to be young
and stuck in traffic.'
Track Name: Lightning Paper
With the feather in my hand!

Said a solemn, sacred prayer:
lightning paper.
Had a problem, asked a favor:
lightning paper.

Sad to know this town was built with violence.
Hard to show my guilt in just one sentence,
with all these bones exposed.

First I neutered the cold stapler:
lightning paper.
Took the root word, made it shapelier (o):
lightning paper.

O this deadline makes me feel pathetic,
and this red wine makes these pills prophetic.
The most expected toast.

Public statement.
Proofread, edit.
O this language:
so embedded.
Said "I'm sorry"
and I meant it.
Lightning paper
come and shred it.
And all these charges,
it's extensive.
Reservations,
it's expensive pride.

'Lectric weather in my hands.
(Lightning paper).
Check for spells on their mother's land
(Lightning paper).
Pray this writing be deemed "sincere"
(lightning paper)
for this lightning on this page won't smear.
O "o" you tell me.
Lightning paper.
Lightning paper
strike me soon.
Track Name: Spittaking (In a Day)
O Lord what did I do to turn you?
Have you not heard my clamor?
I've bent up little and big hands
into a prayer with my hammer.

It's been years and not one raindrop
upon my land.
All these years and not one spit take
upon my land.

Now I know,
I know,
time can mean nothing.
Now I'll hold,
I'll hold
time down in my dreams.

My Lord, can't those clouds burst open,
must they hang there and idle?
I've lent, gave up all my perfecting timing,
For what? Yes for what?
I(t) can count it on my hands.

All these years and still no rain drop
upon my hands.
The strangest years and not one rain drop
on this ageless man.

Now I know (I know),
I know
time can mean nothing,
and just one (just one)
spit take,
in a day, could change everything...

In a day
spent in the garden,
planting rolex,
doing yard work,
sensory parts agape
and sucking in.

One spit take,
toes in the pedals,
counting moisture,
solving riddles,
lab results stuffed
in some wet Italian boot.

In a day
cross over mud path,
throwing shovels,
doing straight math,
sucking down the roots,
wind blowing trees
on a mute TV screen:

time
time
time and
time in
time.

Now I know ( I know),
I know
time can mean nothing.
Now I know (sha-la-la-la-la....)
I know
in a day virtually nothing.
Track Name: Settlement
With every step you take
baby you're making my heart break
forever hymens

You're melting down the cake.
Why must you make the party wait
on dirty diamonds,
and you're just sighing!
no no no no no
o o o o o...

Now our slice is compromised.
How you know
I worry.

Please settle down.
This can only get worse.
O.
Please settle down
You are stepping on a nerve.

It cemented with a jog
that wouldn't stop slowing,
a derailed monologue,
and now you're flying!
Who taught you how to fly kid?
Because I didn't,
not me...

And now your spite
has taken flight.
Why'd you go?
What's the hurry?

Please settle down.
This can only get worse.
O.
Please settle down.
You are stepping on my very last nerve.
Please settle down.
This can only get worse.
Please settle down.
This can only get worse.
Track Name: She Mouths the Psalm
She mouths the psalm,
that elastic lullaby.
See how her eyes don't wince.
See how her smile don't flinch.
She does not depend
on a God of any side,
save for his little songs
that lay her down.

Down to the wooden floor,
amongst the pews stillborn.
She lolls there,
practicing for her grave.
You know she feels light again.
Lighter than she's ever been.
Eaten up by a thousand
2x2's.

She comes to you
but she does not
speak a word.
She don't look you
in the eye.
She look you straight
in the shoe.
Hopes you defend
her for betraying you,
because the sun is out,
and the wind is weak.

Now back to the wooden floor.
The bust with the thorns adorn.
The symbols are so obvious to you now.
She needed that sacrifice
to heave that ton of rice
to understand the ending to that book.

She mouths the psalm
in her happy place.
Track Name: Wedding/Shedding Day
We dried in the fire,
off the road,
off screen.
Babe was jumping tires,
and lost her cold,
from the steam:
no cough.
She went to her knees
said a prayer
and played dead.
We gave her a squeeze
for we care
for her head
so soft.
And I came to with a sneeze!

My heart it knows
my head it knows
the "achoo."

My heart it knows,
my head it knows
the "achoo."
I'm gonna catch you
a dry affair
on my wedding day.

Babe shook up the tree
with the power
from the swing.
Calling out:
"watch your head",
I watch her cower
from the stinging threat.
But it was too late
for it rained
glowing green.
But!
But it was...
"watch your head!"
"dam the pain!"
End the scene,
call cut...
And I came to with a sneeze

My heart it knows,
my head it knows
the "achoo"

My heart it knows,
my head it knows
the "achoo"
I'm gonna catch you.

My heart it knows,
my head it knows
the "achoo"

My heart it knows,
my head it knows
the "achoo"
I'm gonna catch you
a dry affair
on my shedding...
On my wedding...

On my wedding day
(o the rain!)
On my shedding day
(o the rain!)
On my wedding...
On my wedding...
Track Name: Dead
Waken by the phone
(buried moans).
Meaning unknown
(swim through bones).
Dead.
(Dead).
Dead.
(Dead).
Swimming through your bones.
A chicken turned to stone.
Dead.
(Dead).

HIs pulse had no reading.
He paid off the sitter.
Dug through the litter
and handed her jewels.
(He paid off the sitter and dug).
Unstrung the beading
and burned all the letters.
He made it all better
the instant he knew he was dead.

Waken by the phone.
(Buried moans).
Meaning unknown.
(Swim through bones).
Dead.
(Dead).
Dead.
(Dead).
Swimming through your bones.
A chicken turned to stone.
Dead.
(Dead).

He yanked out the seedling.
He laid down the sweater.
The surface was wetter,
the tears of a fool.
(He laid down the sweater and dug).
The sacrifice weeding,
the air tasted bitter.
He sure was no quitter
the instant he knew he was dead.
Dead.

He should of told you tonight.
He wished he showed you alright,
but living is easy with ribbons all tied to your kite.

Waken by the phone.
(Buried moans).
Meaning unknown.
(Swim through bones).
Dead.
(Dead).
Dead.
(Dead).
Swimming through your bones.
A chicken turned to stone.
Dead.
(Dead).
Shh...

On the window sill.....
.....guts were spilled!
Dead.
(Dead).
Dead.
(Dead).
Guts were spilled
only to reveal
he's filled with magic stuffing!

The snow filled up his boots.
He sensed the night's salute.