Shambles

by Mark Lenover

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released November 30, 2010

Composed, Performed and Recorded by Mark Lenover
Mastered by David Disher

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Mark Lenover Hamilton, Ontario

Through a distinctive fusion of folk, rock, theatre and electronica, Mark Lenover critically examines pop culture’s ubiquitous influence, its moral philosophy and the potentially devastating effects of drug abuse and mental illness. His recent work frequently challenges an increasingly pervasive culture of celebrity, self-indulgence, distraction and desire.
Mark currently lives in Chatham, ON.
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Track Name: The Furnace
Turn up the furnace and tap your feet
Lord, make us ugly and make us sweet
Give us lightning and give us coal
Make us hysterical

We don't want to go
where everybody knows our names

Turn up the furnace and stomp your feet
God, make us humble and give us heat
Give us muscle and give us soul
Make us heretical
Give us comfort and lunacy
Give us colour and make us clean
Break our narcosis and see us home
Make us tangible

We don't want to go
where everybody knows our names
and we don't want to stay
where everybody stays the same
Track Name: Deteriorate
There's a hairspray tracing of your brains on the wall
a little nuclear shadow under the disco ball
following you
to the powder room
You're a DJ's puppet and a pimp's relief
You work all night to get your drinks for free
Now you're out of it
and you're really proud of it

Deteriorate
Deteriortate
Degenerate dance break
the disembodied dance craze

Your braids are comets and your eyes are stars
The boys don't know just how lucky they are
to be close to you,
at least to most of you
There isn't much left behind your eyes these days
and you're bound to fritter what remains away
on haute couture
and hairspray portraiture

Deteriorate
Deteriorate
Degenerate dance break
the disembodied dance craze
Track Name: Count Your Calves
When you're comfortable you sit and smoulder
You sit at home with a paper and a bottle of Southern Comfort
You just can't be bothered
and if an old regret snakes its way through
you just do what the others do
You set your mind to looking forward
You do what you've got to do

But then you feel sometimes like you're getting older
You can't have much time left to ignore it
You're cold
Then you fall asleep counting your calves
and the offerings they need to keep you placid and cold

You've got a house, your pride, a fence, a pool
a bar, a clique, a mirror and a satelite
to keep you occupied
You have kids, a wife, a job, a future
If you had sense you could've made it into something valuable
but you sold yourself short

So, you feel sometimes like you're getting older
You can't have much time left to ignore it
You're cold
Then you fall asleep counting your calves
and the offerings they need to keep you placid and cold
Then you count your calves and their golden teeth
and they keep you guessing
until you wake up cold
Track Name: Equalizer
Keep your eyes on me, girl
Keep your eyes on my eyes
We're not so different, you and I

Equalizer...
Press your heart against my heart
Press your chest against my chest
We're not so different after all

Equalizer...

Put your hand in my hand
Put your hand in my hand
We're not so different, you and I

Equalizer...
Track Name: Janie
Janie doesn't know
what Janie doesn't say
Janie wants to take us back
Janie doesn't see
what Janie doesn't understand
Janie wants to dress it up

Janie doesn't watch
Janie doesn't listen
Janie doesn't learn
she just pretends
Her pulpit's in the pitch
So Janie doesn't get it
Janie loves to walk away

Janie loves to dance
Janie loves to fuck
Janie sleeps to distant heartbeats
Janie likes to lose her caution to the drink
Janie's thinking thinner
She wants to get sick
Janie's daddy's calling
Janie wants to go inside
Janie wants a genocide
Track Name: Franny
Franny doesn't have any friends
Franny mostly keeps to herself
in her basement apartment
collecting money from the government
She has this little twelve inch TV
and it keeps her company
And when she has her back to it
when she's clipping coupons and pouring over old magazines
it'll whisper
it'll hiss

She's got that TV
to tell her when to lock the door
and tell her what to eat
It says it can keep her safe
from the street kids hiding in her microwave
and the poisonous residue
that makes her slip and fall in the tub
and the blanket people
who work all night to turn her off
and the infernal machines
that run all night to keep her unclean

It'll whisper
It'll hiss
Track Name: Hey Ma
Hey Ma,
what did I look like
when you brought me here
under your spell?
Were my eyes nice and round?
Did you wear your hair down?
Hey Ma,
did I play fair?

Hey Ma,
I'll do the dishes
Hey Ma,
I'll clean the sheets
Hey Ma, hey Ma
What are you looking for?
Hey Ma,
does it look like me?

Hey Ma,
sing me a lullaby
Hey Ma,
sing me a song
Let these breathy,
breathy compliments carry me
Carry me away, Ma
Carry me away, Ma
Carried away, Ma
I got carried away
Hey ma,
what was I good for?
Hey ma,
how should I care?
Track Name: I'm All Out of Words
I've been singing for quite a while
and I'm so tired I could spit
I killed my guitar about an hour ago
I think it's time I called it quits

I'm all out of words
I'm all out of words
Yeah, I think it's time for some quiet

I've been singing for quite a while
and I'm so tired I could spit
I killed my guitar about an hour ago
I think it's time I called it quits

I'm all out of words
I'm all out of words
Yeah, I think it's time for some quiet