OUTA​/​ORDA

by Cannonball Statman

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Engineered by world-renowned time traveler Marcus Kitchen. Recorded in Brooklyn, NY, sometime between Leap Day 2016 and Lou Reed's 74th birthday. Cannonball's guitar gave birth to at least seven mosquitoes during the production of this album.

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released March 15, 2016

Cannonball (guitar + words)
The Elusive and Terrible Wendifer (clarinet)
Mallory Feuer (photo)
Marcus Kitchen (engineer)

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Track Name: Hudson River
Under the sun.

Out of the blue,
on Amsterdam Avenue,
a baker's dozen red birds flew by you,
screaming into your ears.

Screaming "I know what's goin' on with you;
it's nothing new!
It's just that same old fractal
repeating over your eyes,
into your ears,
on your hands."

A baker's dozen red birds
flew westward
into the Hudson River that day.
It's a strange thought, but what do you do
when you've gotta run?

We're getting to the point where we can finally steal
our hands back from the box of miscellaneous garbage stolen
confiscatingly by the police;
but it's not gonna be hard for the police,
even though it's hard
for everyone.

This machine is breaking down;
it's time to pull the plug on the neon clown.

We're getting to the point where we can finally steal
our lives back from the sky, where they've been held eternally,
under lock and key (solitarily) by the police;
but it's not gonna be hard for the police
to break into our homes.
Track Name: West Coast
On the streets of San Francisco,
I went for a walk with an old friend of mine.

The world was strange;
the sun set. I was ten years old.
My face fell into the dirt.

The trees were different, dancing birth
into death-pregnant architecture,
and a bizarre, withering old fellow
(and his chihuahua)
screamed, in my direction:

"MY NAME IS RUPERT MURDOCH! GET OFF MY FUCKING LAWN!"

I said, "all the emperors of infancy sat
and stared at everything, or something
becoming nothing; a subway masturbator in the corner
fucked off. A man walked into a train station,
and just
started
FLATLINING!"

I said, "it is what it is when it is it,
even when it isn't,"
slipped, and

flew,
right into you.
Track Name: You turned 22
I wrote you about it; said
"you didn't bring anyone.
All the lights were on,
but there was no one there!"

I wrote you about it; said
"things have changed between
me and you,
and I don't know
what to do.
You turned 22.

You lived, and then
your theories came true.
The day you turned 22,
there was nothing left of you.

New York's rising from below you, and
I'm not gonna take you
out of this.

New York's rising from below you, and
I'm not gonna help you fuck
your way out of this.

You're gone; your life
has ended. Your life never was."
Track Name: Love Letter
I never sent it out.
And everything is changing;
everything has changed.

No! Nothing
is changing,
but maybe I've changed.

I want you to go back and find
that you're the one, but
not for me, so I can walk around,

and say "I'll write you a letter,
but it sure as hell ain't gonna
say I'm in love, 'cause
I'm not in love
(with you),
and it's not like I'm getting anything I want;
get out. And
it's not like I sent you the letter;
I wanted to send the love letter."
Track Name: Carlos is on Fire (and Alicia Doesn't Know)
So, I'm standing on the Southeast corner
of 2nd Avenue and East Houston Street
in New York City, three years ago,
at three in the morning on a Monday night,
or a Tuesday morning.

I'm waitin' for the stoplight,
I'm comin' home from a gig,
I've got my guitar,
on the Southeast corner
of 2nd Avenue and East Houston Street
in New York, New York, USA, Earth.

There's this old guy;
his name's Carlos, he's
sitting in a wheelchair across from me.

So, I take out my guitar,
and I'm like "HEY!"

And this guy Carlos, he's like "Hey, my name's Carlos!"
And I'm like "HEY, CARLOS!"
And he's like

"so there's this girl Alicia, and
this girl is on FIRE.
But her manager doesn't know
that THIS GUY'S ON FIRE!"

And I'm like "WHO?
WHAT GUY?!
WHO'S THIS GUY
WHO'S ON FIRE?!"

And this guy Carlos is like
"That's me! I'm Carlos!
There's this girl Alicia;
she's on fire, but her manager doesn't know,
that THIS GUY'S ON FIRE!"

And I'm like "Carlos is on fire,
and Alicia doesn't know,
'cause she's famouser than anyone I know.

He's just an old man in a wheelchair
singin' for strangers,
in hopes that one day she'll see;
in hopes that one day she'll notice.

Carlos is on fire, and Alicia soon will know
that he's fierier than anyone she knows;

and I'm just Cannonball Statman with a guitar.
Yeah, really, that's
all I know,
and I'm not ready for this;
I'm not ready for this fire.

SO KEEP YOUR COPYRIGHT!
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE IT!

SAVE IT FOR SOMEONE WHO REALLY NEEDS IT!

Carlos is on fire, and Alicia soon will know
he's fierier than anyone else."
Track Name: Evil Twin Thunder
I've got a problem with your mind.
I've got a skeleton;
it's mine.

I've got a shadow in my room.
I've got a memory,
but I'll forget it soon;

and in the entrance to your house,
you held an artifact from the past.
It was August, in the year of the Ox,
and photography was
the form of art.

Right before I met thunder,
my soul went numb.
Talked to lots of doctors;
no one could figure out what went wrong.

My soul knew
in the next two weeks,
it was gonna die;
went under anesthesia, said:

"Fuck you! Goodbye.
You're living in the darkness;
living with no way out.
Another person they can't
control; another blood draw gone wrong.
You've got the disease!"

I've got a limit on my time,
and a mosquito; it loves to whine.
I've got a shadow of a door
leading into the window inside the floor.

And above the blue part of the floor,
there was a shit stain on the back of the door.

And I was staring
into space, with
long, flowing black
hair in my face.
Track Name: The Morgue
From the sunny skies of Brooklyn, New York,
you and I drove into structured suburbia;

drove to avoid the stench of the city,
and leave our problems behind for the summer.

But you found yourself in the morgue again,
staring into the time machines there.

I found myself in the strip mall again, with
the addict's delusions of the Wiccans in the parking lot;

we checked ourselves into the hospital again,
which welcomed us with open arms.

You watched us like ants under a microscope;
left your corpse somewhere distant and betrayed.

You visited me in the hospital again,
with a young woman (a friend of yours).

Saw by the twitch in her eye that she was from
somewhere deep, down in the hidden depths of America;
dark, painful fragment from the past.

But that day, she stood bright and beaming,
with a sharp lightbulb smile;

the other night's nightmare she decided she was ready
for dreams of death.

Got out of the hospital again;
was thrown out with open arms.

Found someone I could be stupid about again, with
smooth, dark hair resting on my chest,

troubling, violent fantasies,
boring parties,
and dreams of death.

We all had supper again,
and you sat with a tall glass of the reddest blood;
and you almost found out where it came from.

We thought you knew! It came from down the road;
came from somewhere distant and betrayed,
came from somewhere far behind.
Track Name: Days in Paper
SHE
LAYS OUT
THE PAGES
ON THE TABLE SHE
LAYS OUT THE
PAGES OF THE SCRIPT
THE PAGES ARE
ALL OUTA/ORDA/ORDA/OUTA
THE PAGES THE
SCRIPT
OF

YOU TURNED ME OVER!
PUSHED MY FACE INTO THE BRANCHES!
YOU TRIED TO TAKE ME OVER!
NOW YOU EXPECT ME
TO FOLLOW YOU?!
HELL, NO!
GARÇONS GUILLOTINE
DESSINENT PAYS PAS!

Now I feel like
the Brooklyn Bridge.

I feel like a sewer rat;
I feel like a poison man.
I feel like a rat,
on the train tracks.

He remembers
how her eyes used to dance
around on the floor; those eyes don't dance
around much anymore,

on the train tracks.