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Outa / Orda

by Cannonball Statman

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1.
Hudson River 03:49
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 It's a strange thought But what do you do when you’ve gotta run? 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 It's a strange thought But what do you do? You’ve gotta run This machine is breaking down It’s time to pull the plug on the neon clown It's a strange thought But what do you do? You’ve gotta run 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 hands back from the box
2.
West Coast 01:35
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 It is what it is when it is it Even when it isn't Right into you"
3.
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 turned 22 You lived And then your theories came true The day you turned 22 There was nothing left of you You're gone Your life has ended Your life never was Your life never was You turned 22 You lived And then your theories came true The day you turned 22 There was nothing left of you
4.
Love Letter 03:07
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 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 I never sent it out I never sent it out 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 The love letter
5.
So I'm standing on the Southeast corner of 2nd Avenue and East Houston Street in New York City 3 years ago at 3 in the morning on a Monday night or a Tuesday morning I'm waiting for the stoplight I'm waiting for the stoplight I'm coming home from a gig I've got my guitar It's 3 in the morning on a Tuesday morning on a Monday night 3 years ago on the Southeast corner of 2nd Avenue and East Houston Street in New York, New York, USA, Earth There's this old guy This guy This old guy His name's Carlos He's sitting in a wheelchair across from me His name's Carlos He's an old guy in a wheelchair His name's Carlos So I take out my guitar at 3 in the morning on a Monday night Tuesday morning 3 years ago in New York City I'm on my way home from a gig I take out my guitar on the Southeast corner of 2nd Avenue and East Houston Street Waiting for the stoplight And I'm like "HEY" And this guy Carlos This old guy He's in a wheelchair Sitting across from me He's not waiting for the stoplight but he's sitting across from me and he's like "HEY MY NAME'S CARLOS" And I'm like "HEY CARLOS" And he's like "so there's this girl 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" So I'm like "Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know" So Carlos is like "Carlos is on fire" Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know Carlos is on fire And Alicia doesn't know 'Cause she's famous-er than anyone I know He's just an old man in a wheelchair Singin' for strangers Hopes that one day she'll see Hopes that one day she'll notice Carlos is on fire And Alicia soon will know He's fiery-er than anyone she knows And I'm just Cannonball Statman with a guitar Yeah, really that's all I know I'm not ready for this I'm not ready for this fire 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 fiery-er than anyone else
6.
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
7.
The Morgue 03:26
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 where 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 And 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 Came from down the road Came from somewhere distant and betrayed Came from somewhere far behind
8.
She lays out the pages on the table She lays out the pages of the script The pages are all out of order Order out of 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 days in paper Garçons guillotine days in paper Now I feel like the Brooklyn Bridge I feel like a sewer rat I feel like a poison man Now I feel like the Brooklyn Bridge I feel like a rat on the train tracks I feel like a poison man 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 days in paper Garçons guillotine days in paper He remembers how her eyes used to dance around on the floor Those eyes don't dance around much anymore 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 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 days in paper Garçons guillotine days in paper DAYS IN PAPER DAYS IN PAPER

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This whole album was inspired by a dream I had where everything in my life was out of order in time and space, and I kept hearing people saying "Outa / Orda" and seeing it written around me in that syntax over and over again. It's an experiment in trying to recreate the feeling of that dream, and it ends with "Days in Paper", the only song on this album that directly references that dream; "Days in Paper" also quotes from what random people on the street were shouting at me and each other in the dream, in an uncanny combination of often incoherent (and not particularly good) French and English.

It's a very metaphysical album, and a good example of the kind of high-energy, experimental acoustic sound I was known for in NYC in the mid-2010s and on the national and international touring circuits I was part of back then. My sound has gone through many transformations since then, so this is an interesting thing to have around.

credits

released March 15, 2016

Mallory Feuer took the photo on the album cover.
Jesse wrote the lyrics and music, played the instruments that weren't clarinet, sang, mixed and produced the recordings, and designed the album cover.
The Elusive and Terrible Wendifer played clarinet on tracks 2, 3, 5, and 8.
Marcus Dean Kitchen engineered the recordings.
Made in Brooklyn, 2016.

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Cannonball Statman New York, New York

Known for his soulful lyrics and guitar style described by Bob’s Aural Delights as “the edge of madness”, and a tenderness and playful melancholy that can be called “romantic punk”.

"Statman has made a name for himself in the music scene, sharing stages with Jeffrey Lewis, Days N' Daze, and Sunflower Bean, as well as touring across America, Europe, and Asia." (amNewYork)
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