Ten Songs for the Machine Age

by Useless Grant

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $3 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
02:00
8.
03:28
9.
03:52
10.

about

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Ananth Batni. February and March 2015 at Pretty Good Studios, Takoma Park, NW DC.

Artwork by Jasper Saah and Dio Cramer, adapted from Olle Eksell's cover of the 1959 Swedish language edition of George Orwell's "1984".

Produced by Ananth Batni.

Released and distributed by Uno Mas Recordings, 2015

credits

released May 24, 2015

Useless Grant is:

Conor James - Guitar, Banjo, Vocals
Jasper Saah - Bass, Accordion, Guitar
Isaiah Silvers - Trombone, Vocals
Molly Beckett - Mandolin, Vocals
Kalanzi Kajubi - Piano, Percussion, Vocals
Marco Saah - Drums, Percussion


Featuring

Ananth Batni - Cello on "Beside the Point", "The Last Tree in the South", and "Two Businessmen".

Ashe Durban - Bass on "Spaniard", Guitar Solo on "Bo Diddley", and Acoustic Guitar on "Two Businessmen".

Jonas Farah-Bumstead - Violin on "Beside the Point" and "Bolshevik Bank Robber".

Samantha Chayatte - Vocals on "The Great War", "Hombre Destrozado", and "Bo Diddley"

Ravyn Malatesta - Vocals on "The Great War", "Hombre Destrozado", and "Bo Diddley"

Jack Russ - Vocals on "The Great War", "Hombre Destrozado", and "Bo Diddley"

Patrick Fox - Harmonica on "Bo Diddley"



Special thanks to Dio Cramer for indispensable artistic aid.

Additional thanks to Jim, Roseann, Dani, Craig, Lamont, Amy, Damon, and Elissa.

tags

license

Track Name: Bolshevik Bank Robber
Muddy streets and rotted fruit
and blood from long gone fights
When out a foggy boulevard
come two pinpricks of light.
I run around the corner
and veer off to the right
but the engine noises follow me
from a taxi black as night.

The taxi man he pulled me in
Shot down narrow streets.
He says, “tonight we’re going bank robbing
for revolutionary cash.”

“Carnegie’s got more than enough,
and J. P. Morgan too,
They'll be glad to still be breathing
when we’ve done what we’ve set out to do.”

When dawn broke through the drifting clouds
we counted out the cash.
It came out to many millions
and we distributed the stash.
Millions went out to shanty towns
and to tenements around the world.
For starving bums and peasants
and to houses of raw wood,
from just one night of robbery
in my old neighborhood.
Track Name: Ode to Winslow
Grassy fields and wooden guns,
the clash of toy swords and the heat of the sun.
Playing soldier seemed like so much fun
in the years before the war had begun.

Winslow and I would conquer the land,
together we’d fight and together we’d stand.
Two boys playing men in a land made of liars
fearless to face the bombs and the fires.
Not knowing one day that it would all end
I’d have to bid farewell to my greatest friend.
What took him away I could not have seen,
they sent hm to die in those cursed machines.

Funny it seems how things do pass,
feels only yesterday we were boys in the grass.
1942, I don’t feel much older,
but it seems once again I’ll be playing soldier.
He was eighteen, I one year below.
He made the draft and I could not go.
I know in my heart that again I will meet him,
I’ll be waiting here alone on the fields of Antietam.
Track Name: King Dog
Santiago 1973 was a riot and a kick in the teeth
and when the bombs go off and the fires start burnin’ it gets a little hard to breathe.
But I hope someday that all those walls will come crashing down
and that’ll be the day when the military ain’t around.

Right!

Hitch a ride in Cesar Chavez’s plane, King Dog is my co-pilot.
Love and war are only one and the same and I’m not the one to fight it.
Go! Go! Out of the door!
King Dog is a runnin’ for,
the lights are on in King Dog’s Court.
Si! Si! What’ll it be?
King Dog is a runnin’ free,
the revolution starts in King Dog’s Court!

Now it’s a sorry thing to see
La Moneda’s burning in the street.
But the U.S.A. and the C.I.A. are gonna get what’s coming to ‘em any fuckin’ day!
They’ll soon be caught in King Dog’s teeth.

Right!

Hitch a ride in Cesar Chavez’s plane, King Dog is my co-pilot.
Love and war are only one and the same and I’m not the one to fight it.
King Dog is a runnin’ a long,
far out, right on!

Go! Go! Out of the door!
King Dog is a runnin’ for,
the lights are on in King Dog’s Court.
Si! Si! What’ll it be?
King Dog is a runnin’ free,
the revolution starts in King Dog’s Court!

Oh, no, no, no...
Oh, no, no, no, no...
I don’t want to be an American Idiot baby!!!

Go! Go! Out of the door!
King Dog is a runnin’ for,
the lights are on in King Dog’s Court.
Si! Si! What’ll it be?
King Dog is a runnin’ free,
the revolution starts in King Dog’s Court!

[crazed howls of wild dogs]
Hahahahahah, AHahaAHahahHAh
Ohhh SHIT!