Your Hair

by Cannonball Statman

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    releases 22 October 2014

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1.
2.
Tom Turkey (SpeakerSonic Session)
3.
Shark (SpeakerSonic Session)
4.
Serendipity (Live at Crossroads, Garwood, NJ)
5.
6.
Strasbourg (Live at Spike Hill, Brooklyn, NY)
7.
Hunger Strike (Live at Northside Festival 2014, Brooklyn, NY)
8.
Pyro vs. Poison Cat (Skyscraper, NY) (Live at Spiral Cannoncase, Brooklyn, NY)
9.
Bob's Song (Variation on Ed's Song by Debe Dalton) (Live at Sidewalk Cafe, New York, NY)
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12.
Cannonball Becomes the One Armed Man (with Joe Crow Ryan) (Live at the Summer 2014 NYC Antifolk Festival)

about

"At the corner of Space Street and Illusion Avenue". Come, enter the world inside Cannonball Statman's brain.

It's our world but his mind is cold. Seeing our world through Statman's mind we inhabit a haunted place where we exist, but as ghosts inhabiting flesh. Which is what we are. Cannonball's vision is illuminated and frightening. Is this really where we live? Are these really the people we encounter? The strangenesses we deal with every day are displayed here in vibrant color. The color of our dreams. Cannonball hands you your world and says, "Look. We share much. Let's come together in this nightmare landscape and we can be free."

He channels animals, his sympathy with sometimes helpless creatures echoing his life, the life of a prodigy, a miracle, captured and medicated, institutionalized, his indomitable spirit screaming at barriers, vaporizing walls with his jackhammer guitar work, delivered at sometimes lightning speed. His guitar, tuned like a sitar, creates an eastern/punk setting for his amazing tales. I have never heard him recorded better than here, live, every word and note, every multi dimensional chord resonating like never before. Captured like this, he doesn't require a band to deliver his heavy sound. I can say this as I was in his band for almost two years, an experience I could never forget if I tried and will always treasure. Listening to this record is like hanging out with the man, all the while bludgeoned by his desperate energy and attack.

"Your Hair" is totally live, in studio and before amazed and appreciative audiences. You have never seen anything like Cannonball Statman onstage. I have seen a lot, a whole lot, and never have I witnessed anything like him. Buy the record, come to his shows. He might be coming to a town near you, leaving your inner landscape changed forever.

- Stu "chickenleg" Richards

credits

releases 22 October 2014

Tracks 1-3 produced by Brian Speaker at SpeakerSonic Studio, Brooklyn, NY in 2013.
Tracks 4-12 produced by Cannonball Statman on USA tours & shows around NYC in 2014.
All music & lyrics written by Cannonball Statman, except:
Track 9, which is based on “Ed's Song” by Debe Dalton.
The impromptu monologue by Joe Crow Ryan during Track 12.
Album artwork by Cannonball Statman.
Photo of Cannonball Statman & his hair taken by Mallory Feuer at DV8 Espresso Bar in Greensburg, PA.

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Track Name: Tiger (SpeakerSonic Session)
My neighbors and I used to raise cats.
A monster stole them, took them to the woods to die.
I was so angry, I cut off my hair.
Then someone told me, they're better off there.
In the woods. In the woods.

Last night, I went thinking about your eyes,
and I had a dream of your life.
The frightened storm, dark skies.
Full moon rose tonight.

My friend lost his true love, standing in the garden.
She was taken by a tiger.
That could never happen to me,
I am the tiger. You're staying with me.
In the woods. In the woods.

Last night, I went thinking about your eyes,
and I had a dream of your life.
The frightened storm, dark skies.
Full moon rose tonight.

This is the story of my friend. Yeah, he didn't last long.
In my woods. In my woods.

Lost in the night, I went thinking about my past.
With one eye closed, had a dream of your life.
The garden gates shut, yeah, I took you away.
I came back to life that night.

Last night, I went thinking about your eyes,
and I had a dream of your life.
The frightened storm, dark skies.
Full moon rose tonight.
Track Name: Mud Therapy (Live at The Fire, Philadelphia, PA)
She's buried in the corner, waits for dinner.
Doesn't speak Chinese, she can't help decipher
the mysterious book I got in the mail.
The man with the gold, in the mouth of the room
sits beneath the martian. The boy from space camp,
living poisonous dreams. But he's a free man now.
I am a ghost, in the body of a human.
Watch me crawl, wait up for the morning.
I'm the center of attention, in my mind.

Watch me crawl, wait up for the morning.
I'm the center of attention, in my mind.
The center of attention, in my mind.

Then I took the train to another country,
and I met a local woman who talked kind of funny.
I knew we'd die in the end.
Threw paper at each other, like a one hit wonder,
in the motel room. Lightning, thunder, fire, ice,
and piercing screams.
Woke up in the morning with gunfire out my window,
and oh, my demons, follow me where I go,
and I'll follow until I'm dead.
I'll follow my demons until I'm dead.

I'm sitting in front of a wall, early on a Monday morning,
every day those weird, pink puzzles of bone and ego
spill like manic paint into the New York City Transit System.
One goes here. One goes there.
Everyone is from somewhere, and now they are nowhere.
Liquids and kids campaign for the right to be solid.
Bernard's pale lavender voice remains glued to the back of my TV screen.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost!

Bernard's pale lavender voice remains glued to the back of my TV screen.
Holy ghost! Holy ghost!

(Thanks, everyone!)
Track Name: Frostbite (Live at DV8 Espresso Bar, Greensburg, PA)
Eli sat by the window, with his fingers on the table.
All the brains, paper, pencils circled 'round him, tried to zero in.
Mental image of the fretboard on his right hand caught his eye, like the sunbeam from the window,
and the glass hit his face.
It made sixteen cuts above his jaw!
It was said, he was dead.
He remains on two inch tape.
In the storm of poison that rode South through Yonkers,
beat Manhattan, like a skull beats its mirror.
Did you see that? Hey, there.
The black coat and the white hair.
Frostbite is in the air.

I'm not afraid of that man, I'm not afraid of the beasts who killed him,
I'm not afraid of the box I live in, or the holes I sleep in.
I'm afraid of the bleeding in my brain, and the rusted metal in my chest.
When the glass hit my face,
it shot eighteen years of energy out of a cannon!
Crystal said, when I'm dead,
I'll be remembered by my friends.
As a machine, so efficient,
I was almost living and breathing.
Did you see that? Hey, there.
The black coat and the white hair.
Frostbite is in the air.

Mental image of the steel strings on my right hand struck a chord,
like the electric man behind the wall.
and a hand hit my face.
It sent raging up my ribcage!
Sparrow said, we're all dead,
and there must be something wrong in my head.
When I shot out of that cannon,
I was almost living and breathing.
Did you see that? Hey, there.
The black coat and the white hair.
Frostbite is in the air.

(Thanks, everyone!)
Track Name: Theme from Cannonball Statman (Live at Nick and Heather's House, Mount Pleasant, MI)
(And thanks, Nick and Heather, for, like, letting us use their house for this! Lots of fun.)

You and I have a problem. We don't even know it. You told me you'd come to my show, but
you ended up in the shopping mall, shopping for your clothes.
You ended up in the shopping mall, shopping for your clothes.
You told me that you'd come to my show,
you ended up in the shopping mall, shopping for your clothes.
Care, I don't care. I just like living in this city,
I don't care about clothes.
My name is Cannonball Statman, I'm a labrador retriever,
and I don't care about clothes.

You and I have a problem. I don't even know it. I told you, I'd come to your show, but
I ended up somewhere else, playing my own show.
I ended up somewhere else, playing my own show.
I told you that I'd come to your show,
I ended up somewhere else, playing my own show.
Care, I don't care. I just like living in this city,
I don't care about shows.
My name is Cannonball Statman, I'm a labrador retriever,
and I don't care about shows.

(Third verse, same as the first! A little bit louder, and a little bit worse!)
You and I have a problem. We don't even know it. You told me you'd come to my show, but
you ended up in the shopping mall, shopping for your clothes.
You ended up in the shopping mall, shopping for your clothes.
You told me that you'd come to my show,
you ended up in the shopping mall, shopping for your clothes.
Care, I don't care. I just like living in this city,
I don't care about clothes.
My name is Cannonball Statman, I'm a labrador retriever,
and I don't care about clothes.

(This is the last verse.)
You have a problem. You don't even know it. You are only human, but
I'm part human and I'm part dog.
I'm part human and I'm part dog.
You are only human,
I'm part human and I'm part dog.
Arf, arf! Arf, arf!
Care, I don't care. I just like living in this city,
I'm part human and part dog.
Arf, arf! Arf, arf! Arf, arf!
My name is Cannonball Statman, I'm a labrador retriever,
and I'm part human and part dog.

(Thanks, everyone!)