BridgeFest 2015 Downloads

John McDaid

Here are free mp3s of some of the songs performed at Newport BridgeFest 2015. Most recorded at Mark Dann Recording featuring Bill Bly on backing vocals and additional guitar; Hands of Capt. Ludd recorded by and featuring Bill Neely.

Live clips and perhaps a video to follow.


Downloads

All five songs as 25mb zip; right-click individual titles to save mp3s; view the lyrics.

Hands of Captain Ludd (3:50; 4.3 MB) lyrics

Flash in the Pan (5:37; 6.4 MB) lyrics

Television Show (4:07; 4.6 MB) lyrics

Mother Atlantis (4:00; 4.5 MB) lyrics

Wasted in America (3.7 MB) lyrics


Lyrics

 

Hands of Captain Ludd

I was born in Cornwall in 1793
We made our living weaving, till the coming of the machines
Now it's in and out of prison, from the factory to the tomb
They've replaced skilled human fingers with a flashing metal loom.

REFRAIN
Well, well, it's a terrible tale
And I tell you it'll end in blood
As long as I stand I'll take my commands
From the hands of Captain Ludd
Well, well, it's a tortuous trail
And I tell you it'll end in blood
As long as I stand I'll take my commands
From the hands of Captain Ludd

For years in slow migration from the cottages and farms
To the bright lights of the city with the dreams and the false alarms
Early to late at the factory gate for enough to survive a week
Working like a slave for a minimum wage till you haven't got the strength to speak

REFRAIN

When the Roman Empire fell the Church used the bell for a hell of a devious scheme
To summon their flock they invented the clock, they made time with their new machine Down through the Middle Ages the central pattern grew
Before you know it had taken control and there was nothing anybody could do

REFRAIN

We wander around from town to town, living off the land
Spreading the shame of the knitting frames, destroying whenever we can
When the final battle comes between machines and men
You know I heard the Captain say that he'd be back again

REFRAIN

 

Flash in the Pan

It's easier out at sea when they bury you
Here in the Western World they're just gonna carry you
Into some marble room where they can worship you
Being at last without Mind

Just another flash in the pan
Just another mind in a cage
Just another 2000 man
Just another product of the age

Walking down the street snared up in Indra's Net
Try to make enough to keep all the monsters out of my head
Trying to keep up a little with all those books I read
Don't make no difference now what Plato said

Just another flash in the pan
Just another mind in the cave
Just another 2000-year-old scam
Just another Nobly Lied-to slave

Working in the air-conditioned office, talking on the phone
To all the target demographics undercover back home
Drawing conclusions on the bathroom wall, cowering under your desk
Staring out the window at the concrete wilderness
You can be my guest, cuz I'm

Living in a world of make believe
What does it enhance? What does it obsolesce? What does it retrieve?
It reverses into the world to be taken as real
At the speed of light phenomenology gets a pretty raw deal

Just another flash in the pan
Just another brain in a box
Just another Y2K also ran
Just another Hyakujo's fox

Broken on the Wheel of temporal causality
The telephone pole of information replaced the wisdom of the Tree
Sipping tea sitting by the radiator, waiting for the mail
You know that smiling brown package just might contain the Holy Grail
It never fails, cuz I'm

Stuck in this wetware network of on-off Gates
Trying to find a way to cross over into some Altered States
Thinking about the final transmission from the Beast
She said, "There ain't no way back from that Journey to the East."

Just another flash in the pan
Just another mind in a cage
Just another 2000 man
Just another product of the age

 

Television Show

With kami and kana at half past nine, I went down to my battlefield tapes
Looking over the history of the world and the trail of the naked apes
When the dreamwork freezes it creates diseases, trying to show you the way to go
It's all right, save it for another night, it's just a television show

Feels like the death of culture, the death of time
If I don't bust free, it'll be the death of me and my second-hand Jesuit mind
The way things look I could write a book
if there was anybody left to read
But they've been driven blind, frozen to the signs, that they sucked in their terminal greed

Alone alone all all alone on the clanking IRT
All the friends I've known cut back to the bone by the "New Economy"
Sounds like science fiction, sounds like a bad idea
It's the Wrath of Khan, the Yukaihan, the Monsters of the Year
(Yeah, monsters...)

Alone alone, all alone
Monsters...
Alone alone, all alone
Monsters...
Alone alone, all alone
Monsters!
Alone alone all, all alone

With Koko and Lana at half past nine, I went down to my battlefield tapes
Looking over the herstory of the world on the trail of the risen apes
When the dreamwork freezes it creates diseases, trying to show you the way to go
It's all right, save it for another night, it's just a television show

It's just a television show It's just a television show
It's just a television show
It's just a television show

It's just a television show
Repression & sublimation
It's just a television show
Western civilization
It's just a television show
Running in the brains of mammals
It's just a television show
You don't like it, you gotta change the channels

It's just a television show
Cuz the medium is the mass age
It's just a television show
A digital rite of passage
It's just a television show
Re-enact the agon
It's just a television show &
And wait for dawn
It's just a television show
Waiting for dawn...
It's just a television show
Waiting for dawn...

Mother Atlantis

Long ago when the great rains came and the sea rose up on the land
We stood on the shores like dinosaurs with crystals in our hands
Caught in the jaws of the final wars between the forces of Dark and Light
With energy drawn off the earth's own core, ringing on down the night

Mother Atlantis, we're coming on home to you
Mother Atlantis, every word they said was true
All the gods and goddesses
All the mirrors in our minds
Down through the stones and forests
No future hands will ever find

Well the Sons of Law and the Sons of Baal squared off for the hearts and minds
With their hands in the heads of the walking dead and their eyes on the bottom line
Forcing a choice on the silent Voice and the center now betrayed
Out of the wild they took the child and beat her till she obeyed

Chorus

Spoken:
And the priest said to Solon, "Solon, you Greeks are but children. There have been many destructions. And there was an island that stood before the pillars of Herakles That sank in a single day and night of rain."

All these emanations from a higher plane
For a taste of breath they were trapped by death and enfleshed now they remain
Caught in the scream of the animal dream, pressed back into their own skin
They lost the way in the day to day and they're going back down again

Chorus

 

 

Wasted in America

It was Morning in America, we had heroes once again
We were the leaders of the New World Order,
We couldn't pick our friends
We went to war to keep the peace, and preserve the price of oil
(No, that's not right...)
Uh, we went to war to keep the peace, and preserve the... – rights of man!
(That's more like it!)
We lost the Beauty, kept the Beast – we were King Kong and Peter Pan

We were wasted
in America
Wasted
in America

The richest people in the land got richer every day
Globalization took command,
we did the play-by-play
We learned that wealth would trickle down and that greed
(for lack of a better word) was good
With bloody hands we grabbed the crown
Kept a sharp eye out for Birnham wood

We were wasted
in America
Wasted
in America

Well, we were wasted you and me
In a system gone insane
Trapped by drug cartels and MNCs
Would we even recognize freedom again

We were wasted
in America
Wasted
in America

We walked like giants in the earth and took whatever the f  k we pleased
Ignored the whole continent of human birth
And the dreadful rise of new disease
By the time we finally wriggled free there wasn't much left worth saving
You look up "hubris" in the O.E.D.
and there we are – smiling and waving!

We were wasted
in America
Wasted
in America
Wasted
in America
Wasted
in America

Music and lyrics © 2015 John G. McDaid. All Rights Reserved.