Wandering Stars

by Mark Lenover

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1.
Juggernaut 02:39
What did you wake me for close up the drapes before somebody sees that we live in bed Send dead flesh to market There's blood on the carpet No one can know that we sleep in our mess Your great post-modern juggernaut, love protects its old accomplices It broke all your divining rods, love and shattered all your compasses Teach me the art of murder, my love until my dreams are dead to me Then take it even further, my love and help me burn my masterpiece I'm not your walking stick Gravity makes me sick Clean out my stomach and close my eyes I'm desperate to lose the weight Go on and amputate Maybe I'll heal up or maybe I'll die either way Your great post-modern juggernaut, love protects its old accomplices It broke all your divining rods, love and shattered all your compasses Teach me the art of murder, my love until my dreams are dead to me Then take it even further, my love and help me burn my masterpiece
2.
Fitting In 02:45
Our heads are deserted places where knowledge goes to die Our absurd, familiar faces always look surprised We swallow and regurgitate until we lose our minds Then it's finders keepers losers weepers though, there won't be much to find This is the way to go Fall into line or fall to pieces This is the status-quo we never bite the hand that feeds us This is the way we blend into the crowd so no one sees us This is the way to go Learn to follow Our heads make a cemetery where bad ideas find rest The mourners are all young and very fashionably dressed Whether they have reason to lose is anybody's guess It finder's keepers losers weepers though there won't be much left This is the way to go Fall into line or fall to pieces This is the status-quo we never bite the hand that feeds us This is the way we blend into the crowd so no one sees us This is the way to go Learn to follow Step out of the light and over here Step out of the light and disappear Get back into line and join the throng Get back into line where you belong This is the way to go This is the way to go
3.
Nemesis 02:48
I'm going to make you sick I'm going to make you ill I will put you to bed I will suck all your breath You'll get hot You'll get cold You'll do exactly as your told and you'll pay for the pledges you broke I'm going to make you sick I'm going to do you in I'll keep you awake counting up your mistakes You'll get high You'll get drunk You'll write lies and you'll write junk You'll get crossed out and debunked I'm going to make you sick I'm going to make you ill I'll put you to sleep but I won't let you dream You'll get bored (I hear the cracking of bones) You'll get scared (under the weight your flesh) You were warned to take good care (your nemesis is just a phantom and a weight on your chest) of your promise (I put the ache in your heart of the fog in your head) and now you're withered and bare wasted and bare (it tracks you everywhere, it hunts you everywhere) You got sick
4.
A single crime undoes all the good you've done Your charity's tainted by disgrace One monstrous act, that cannot be taken back turns lovers into victims of lust The smell of blood lingers in the open air Tell me if I'm closer than you want me, baby Don't let me trespass further than you want me to go I've got a burning question and it haunts me, baby Have I ever crossed the line, I need to know I need to know A single charge warps our fading memories turning trust into suspicion and doubt One foul crime erases happier times A multitude is boiled down to one Tell me if I'm closer than you want me, baby (You are only what we accuse you of) Don't let me trespass further than you want me to go I've got a burning question and it haunts me, baby Have I ever crossed the line, I need to know I need to know The only concern of the hunting party: Can the scaffold hold his weight? The trial's just begun and the judge can hardly keep his hot disgust contained There's no doubt, yes he's been caught out He's been devoured by his mistake “There's no doubt!” the assembly shouts but can the scaffold hold his weight? Can the scaffold hold his weight?
5.
We'll pin you up gently and tear you down quick We're incidentally making you sick If you've got what matters, then you'll do the trick We'll carry you a little while Perched on a pedestal, acting your age You'll sing like a bird till you outgrow your cage You can't hide your weakness, your whole world's a stage You slip into and out of style Worshiped once and you're hooked (You're a star if ever I saw one) One false move and you're cooked (You're a star if every I saw one) We'll catch you in the act on film We're going to set you on fire We'll do what we do Howling obscenities, strip till you're bare What fresh indignity waits for you there? It's alright to peak, but it's wicked to stare You look just like a friend of mine Worshiped once and you're hooked (You're a bore if ever I saw one) One false move and you're cooked (a worthless whore, if ever I saw one) One false note and we'll pounce (You're a punk if ever I saw one) Grab your coat and get the hell out (a mindless drunk, if ever I saw one) We'll catch you in the act on film We're going to set you on fire You'll do what we do
6.
You had a roof over your head You were clothed, you were fed Yet seclusion fits you like a glove You were kept, but never loved, dear You've asked before, and you will ask again Where do you come from, where do you begin? It breaks the heart and it hobbles the brain the pregnant darkness and its fearful, unknowable history Each false start leaves a terrible stain A cursed mark and a crippling, unsolvable mystery You've asked before and you will ask again Where do you come from, where do you begin? You disembark only to crawl back again You rust, disheartened in blind and immutable silence Born in the shadow of the Orphan King That loveless twilight darkens everything You've asked before and you will ask again Where do you come from, where do you begin? You've asked before and you will ask again Where do you come from, where do you fit in? Born in the shadow of the Orphan King That loveless twilight darkens everything
7.
Monster 04:15
I will confess what there is to confess I will tell you the truth, no matter what the expense I will forgive what there is to forgive and I will love you for just as long as you live I'm going to cut you into bits I'm going to gut you like a fish You're mine, don't you ever forget it I will repent of time selfishly spent far away from you, I cursed every place where I went I will adore you each day more and more I will carry you through, I will see you ashore I'm going to cut you into bits I'm going to gut you like a fish
8.
The only way you'd ever know that she'd been fighting was by the welts she wore modestly on her slender back She'd take a fork between the eyes every night at dinner time then she'd clear the table And for her sins the other kids would shit all over her Every third day she'd run away, but she would always run back to the house her father built back to her hole as rabbits will when they get frightened
9.
Sold 03:22
They'll welcome you over and over again They'll teach you to covet and to overspend They will have you drowning in debt in a heart-beat You will be reborn a servant in the dark. We spend all our money whenever we're bored on expensive play-things that we can't afford Once we've blown our paychecks, then we turn to credit We buy what we want but we don't really get it The more we consume, the hungrier we get and yet... We never study and we never learn We like to pretend we've got money to burn It amounts to subjugation, whatever you call it I will show you terror in an empty wallet Money is power, and debt is control Souls can be bought and freedom can be sold Thrift is unforgivable, pride is a virtue What you don't know can certainly hurt you The more you absorb, the less you comprehend, my friend It's taking its toll They will show you to the promised land You will grow to love your captors. You will cede control to those who know the way They will hold you inexorably in place
10.
At twenty-four I thought I had seen it all collecting kindling and lies I'd lost my ticket and I'd missed my call then I began to lose my mind If this is Heaven, why don't I feel closer to God? If this is what I'm after, why's it falling apart? If this is Heaven, why don't I feel like I belong where the righteous belong? Closer to God And when the smoke cleared I could see enough to count the scales upon my eyes I'd been cut up, gutted, cured and stuffed according to my own design If this is Heaven, why don't I feel closer to God? If this is what I'm after, why's it falling apart? If this is Heaven, why don't I feel like I belong where the righteous belong? Closer to God
11.
The Mountain 03:08
We met at the base of a mountain of glamour and garbage, vice, treacle and fame We'd congregate and we'd be counted to keep track of each fallen star The stones, they all cried out against us The mountain collapsed and fell into the ocean We dove in and sank where none could swim We died in pursuit of the things we loved most Nature herself would deny us The wilderness wept and the tides all rolled in Nightfall would invariably find us soaking in vomit and brine Our would-be rescuers mistook us for wreckage in bilge-water, passing us over and moving on to more welcoming shores We were last seen where the sea meets the sky

about

It was my intention that Wandering Stars, my ninth full-length album, should be a diverse musical rumination on a variety of topics, so I consciously avoided the strict thematic cohesion of many of my past projects and gave myself permission to address a number of separate issues while exploring several different creative approaches. If there is a hint of an overarching theme, it is the deliberate and systematic distortions of the truth, in ways ranging from the personal to the political. The title is part of a biblical quotation which refers to liars and false prophets, stars that cannot be navigated by or relied upon to show the way.

The album touches upon topics as varied as debt and slavery in a capitalist, materialistic society (“Sold”), the question of morality in a post-modern world (“Juggernaut”) the psychology and consequences of different forms of abuse (“Monster” and “Kimberly Runs Again”) and common, dehumanizing attitudes toward celebrity (“Life on Film”).

Throughout the album, I attempt to experiment with an assortment of creative approaches. Some tracks, for instance, were written around fastidiously programmed and willfully eccentric percussion tracks, whereas I customarily begin writing each song with a keyboard arrangement. Other tracks are lyrically revised, stylistically re-imagined versions of old, previously unreleased tracks, some dating back as far as a decade or more.

Generally speaking, the album consists of a dark and idiosyncratic mixture of electronica and synth-pop, with elements of folk and protest music. I hope you enjoy listening to Wandering Stars.

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released April 5, 2016

All Songs Written, Performed and Produced by Mark Lenover
Mastered by David Disher
Cover art by Mark Lenover

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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. ... more

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