Unearthed EP

by Joe Isaiah

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released May 18, 2016

Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved
All songs written and performed live by Joey Perez
All songs recorded, produced, mixed, and engineered by Freejay MacLoud
Recorded at Freejay's Home Studio in Austin, TX
Album art by Joey Perez
CDs produced by Affordable Sound in Austin, TX

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Joe Isaiah New York, New York

Sometimes manic, sometimes depressive, always moody. Snowy folk tunes coming from Long Island, New York. Originally from Buffalo.

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Track Name: Homeless Man
Once I was a homeless man, I slept under trees
I had no bread or butter so I got on my knees
When the king rolled through on his carriage,
I made sure to be seen
He paid no mind to me

Lost in the swollen world again
Mountain top or metro train, the view's the same from everywhere I stand
So I took a stab at pulling my own weeds
O I saw flowers in your hand

And it reminded me I wished to be forgotten
It reminded me that

Once I was a working man, the clock held my reins
And I had no silver dollars so I made an exchange
My life today for leisure tomorrow
But I'm toiling in vain
Time pays no mind to you or me

Each day is a road if you're runnin'
A song for the strangers with empty pockets
Many for the hands that keep on takin'
And will never thank you for it
Track Name: Bones
I wanna be the keys that lay beneath your dancing fingers
I wanna be the train that waits when you're the only straggler
I wanna be the book you took from the shelf at your grandmother's
I wanna be the man behind that fine tableau that hangs forever

The city built her home on a thousand years of bones
And everybody knows what goes on beneath their feet
It don't bother me, they say...

Siffle, siffle, siffle comme les oiseaux
Siffle, siffle, siffle comme tu n'es pas fait des os

How lucky to be born a man with hands equipped to carry
How lucky to be born at all, at least that's what they tell me
How lucky to hear all I hear and believe
How lucky to know all you know so well, plant seeds of envy

The city built her home on a thousand years of bones
And everybody knows what goes on beneath their feet
It don't bother me, they say...

Siffle, siffle, siffle comme les oiseaux
Siffle, siffle, siffle comme tu n'es pas fait des os
Track Name: Fog Factory
The fog factory makes beautiful things
Like three-headed fishes and sunshine on screens
So don't cry for us, mother, we've all we could need
Though the water turns colors like orange and green
We're happy like that...aren't we?

And the toy factory makes beautiful things
Like stars wrapped in metal and devils with wings
And the poor boys are eager to jump in and see
All the fun in the sandbox while billionaires sleep
But we're safer like that...aren't we?

The job factory makes beautiful things
Like golden discrepancies and human machines
And their joints ache like clockwork, they push, stack, and clean
And their hearts become bitter, their eyes light up green
But we're richer like that...aren't we?

The mind factory makes beautiful things
Like question-less children and As, Bs, and Cs
Seizing thoughts at their spines as they turn into dreams
And they end up, in time, at the same factory
But we'll be brighter like that...won't we?