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Volume 1 : Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand

by Michael Mazochi

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1.
Intro 02:01
(Instrumental)
2.
Lately I 03:02
Lately I been alright Lately I been alright Lately I been alright But lately I can get along with you Lady I didn’t get your name Lady I didn’t get your name Lady I didn’t get your name But I love you just the same Well Ive got ten dollars in my gas tank now We’re gonna get out of here Me and my friend we got some time to kill Here’s a song to solve your tears Baby I can stick around Baby I can stick around Baby I can stick around Lets drink to another town Well Ive got ten dollars in my gas tank now We’re gonna get out of here Me and my friend we got some time to kill Here’s a song to solve your tears You’re my lovely somber winters rose I cant tell you why im predisposed To leave when I start to get to know A girl to ease my heart Lately I been alright Lately I been alright Lately I been alright But lately I can’t get along with you
3.
Night falls without a warning On those who fail to see The smoke of empires burning And men who cant go free The Hammer falls on black stone To strike me blind in fear From all I failed to notice And all that disappears Oh my love, where have you gone? Ive been a fool for sorrow Id cut out the part of me That would have caused you anguish In what you could not be Oh my love, where have you gone? If I could offer one thing From all that I have learned Do not spend all your wishes On things you did not earn Oh my love, where have you gone? Oh my love, where have you gone?
4.
Georgia Line 03:21
Well im goin down to the Georgia line With a Mississippi girl for to ease my mind Gonna take her down on into mexico On a southbound train aint nobody knows, But I know Oh it’s a rollin down the line And that’s what I like now mama Say ooh I feel alight Well a blonde haired mama gonna take your dime And a black haired mama gonna gonna break your mind But a red headed gonna do just fine You can take my word for the gospel plow, alright Oh come on now listen to me Take my arm now pretty darlin Say ooh I feel alright When you burn and you burn bad gasoline You’re gonna find out baby just what I mean You gotta run better run your engine right Better take your baby back out of sight, out of sight Boy you better run that engine right Or she’ll be a long gone mama And ooh you gotta feel alright
5.
Well Ive lived inside the marrow, found peace beyond the storm But I wont grieve the ghost of all Ive mourned And I wont recall the tide of earthly deed once I am gone But instead the hope ive placed inside a song Singing too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa We’ll Ive left beind the one I love, for the solace of my pride And I don’t know if she’ll recall my name But her breath is sweet in the dreams that I defeat For the chance to choose the cross that I must bear Singing too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa Well the voice Ive come to recognize must surely be my own It would break my heart to hear shes in such pain But in the bones of love I found the strength to cleanse my worried mind Of my hearts indecent treating of our time Singing too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa Singing too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa, coming back again too rah ooh ri aa
6.
I hear the crow of the blackbirds moan I hear the crow of the blackbirds moan And hes waitin by my bedside just tryin to take me home I hear the cry of the blind dogs howl I hear the cry of the blind dogs howl It’s a cold and lonesome road mama wont you just let the blind dog out I hear the weepin of the westward wind I hear the weepin of the westward wind And like a fallen leaf in summer I feel like im done before I begin I hear the crow of the blackbirds moan I hear the crow of the blackbirds moan And hes waitin by my bedside just tryin to take me home
7.
Oh I ride this crooked highway in hopes to meet you there And I write these silly love songs in hopes that you’ll hear I don’t know where Im goin But I hope when I get there That Ill find you my darling and you’ve let down your yellow hair But till then Ill be riding on the long road of despair Well im writing you a letter but this time is not the same Cos im bringing it myself on a high flying airplane So may god hold some mercy For the fool on his knees Cos Im praying you’ll remember at the end of your days Just the way that I held you on the long road of despair So Im going back to new york or as far as I can stand And im giving all my loving to a girl I once met I don’t know when I get there if it can be the same But im hoping that my lover somehow still remains And Ill kiss her like I did on the long road of despair
8.
From the boxcars and the freight trains our thoughts they did stray To the homes of our youth where our memories did lay To the brothers and sisters we’ve lost on the way Among the pastures of ageless sorrow Well the dust it did cake on the roof walls and doors No matter the wind that had blown there before Our mouths they were dry and our words they did chew On the endless biting laughter I miss the old rails and the friends I once knew When hope was not strickened by the greed of a few Soldiers and painters and carpenters too The men were all equal in all that we knew For the price of a meal and a song for to sing Oh I wish we were all there again I miss the old rails and the friends I once knew When hope was not strickened by the greed of a few One night I dreamt and I felt most alone My fear had surpassed all the songs that Id known With a sky full of smoke as it blacked out the sun In a world of pointless fighting I miss the old rails and the friends I once knew When hope was not strickened by the greed of a few
9.
Mama Blues 03:04
Oh my mama went riding down low Oh mama she went riding down low Oh mama she went riding down low Oh mama nobody knows now Oh my my my Jackknifed in the teethmark moonlight Jackknifed in the teethmark moonlight Jackknifed in the teethmark moonlight Buried in the salt of the earth now Oh my my my White man stole the breath she clung to White man stole the breath she clung to White man stole the breath she clung to Black mama you know she been wronged now Oh my my my Judge say theres no crime in the killing Judge say theres no crime in the killing Judge say theres no crime in the killing White man gonna pay for his sins now Oh my my my
10.
I don’t care for your foolish grin No I don’t need the salt of all your sins So find a place to lay your burdens down And find a hole in the bloodied poisoned ground When you get there you will find that it aint no place to cry So hide your eyes now from your chosen god I don’t care for the guilt that you bestow No I don’t care for the salt of all your woe So find a place to sleep upon the stone And find a way to know that your alone When you get there you will find that im gone gone gone So hide the taste of all that you once held I don’t care for the price of all your pain No I don’t care for the price of all your pain So ill find the sign of the things that have been lost And ill find a place for the words that have been tossed And ill find the dust of love and truth and song And ill find the sense to help me move along And ill find the ghost on which my spirit feeds As I sink into the marsh among the weeds And ill rise out of this skin so I can see you once again For all that you once were and have become
11.
Oh my love, please don’t turn your back on me On my heart, falls in defeat and lands upon the feed And if you find another one To place upon your shelf Don’t be surprised when you recognize in shadows of despair Cracks along the walls on which your stand Tell me now, tell me of the trials upon your breast Cos I wont be, the cause of time that’s wasted in distress My hearts a gavel falling from its grace My lungs are wearing lines into my face Oh and all I want is you my love or lay my soul to waste Wont you take me by my trembling hands Whoa slow down, child you know those wings are made of wax And hold me close now, and let me hear the silence of your psalm So help me pull the spike out of my vein Help me like a child to catch the rain Oh id give you everything I can until my teeth turn into sand Oh oh come home You know I need you here You know you’re all I see If I could have you back Then I would set you free
12.
Oh My My 02:55
Oh my my honey I got to know Im singing oh my my honey I got to know Am I your long gone daddy or just another stop along the road Am I your long gone daddy or just another stop along the road You’re telling me that you want me, get you a second chance You’re telling me that you want me, and get you a second chance But I have no need to waste time Oh my my am I the second one Im singing Oh my my am I the second one That’s crawlin out of your room, well honey maybe I better be the third That’s crawlin out of your room, honey I don’t want to be the third You’re telling me that you need me, get you a second chance You’re telling me that you need me, and get you a second chance But I have no need to waste time
13.
The beams that have buckled, now cracklin’ and moanin’ From the weight of our soldiers still finding a home in The deserts of deathlike imposing and chosen By those with the dollars of knowing - The fires are a burning, my stomach is churning From thoughts of the learning I did in my yearning For sense in the names that they tag with a number So those with the black suits are earning Jesus when will it end? Now baby she’s trying to cope with the dying Of news reports flying American crimes as The president’s buying the whole damn refinery What they do will not be called murder - As poverty strickens like a drug with no sickness The government sanctions to spy on those witness To assure that their words wont affect times of fitness And who shall be deemed as the able Jesus when will it end? Now kids carry guns as they shoot out the sun So to blacken their ties to the holiest one While those who would question just what has been done Will be placed in the walls and kept silent - Shouts from the bow have been crushed by the plow Of the rivers of empires that have drowned to the brow As a generation turns a blind eye to the now Not even a question of reason Jesus when will it end? How can our leaders be blasting through speakers Converting the restless to thoughtless believers In a land where our freedom’s just the shit that they feed us When will we stand up and meet them - So ill ask you again with the words from a pen Cos im only a singer who’s listening in Does it really feel good to allow to begin The lives of our influenced children Jesus when will it end? Jesus when will it end?
14.
Oh I see a darkness on the hallowed road up ahead But I wont change my keeping for a place to rest my head Though I know the ramblin rose My tracks will be my own And the words I choose are my comfort alone My song will be my home On the weary path I walk along my feet will be firm in the soil My memories become a story I will tell in my hour of toil Though I know the lonesome wind The whistle still blows in the cold And the words I choose are my comfort alone My song will be my home On the day when my breath has ended and my trials have been left to the rue Know I was the friend of a few and my heart could not be untrue La dee da dee da dee da La dee da da da And the words I choose are my comfort alone My song will be my home
15.
Mama would you know me if I saw you? Would you hold me? could you understand? And if I told you, would you believe me? Or are your thoughts beyond mortal words? Oh Ive been so low and lonesome That I cant know my own name I hope that someday you will show me You will take me by my hand Mama ive been broken, and ive been battered Ive been shattered, but I aint alone See I got friends who hold me up when I cant see past it, all the strain Oh Ive been so low and lonesome That I cant know my own name I hope that someday you will show me You will take me by my hand I guess that all Im tryin to tell you Is I still love you and ill see you again. Mama would you know me if I saw you Would you hold me, could you understand And if I told you, would you believe me Or are your thoughts beyond mortal words

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Volume 1 is the 3rd record from Michael Mazochi. Released in early 2008 the album was originally intended as the first half of a double album, Volume 1 stands as a summary of Mazochi's Americana stylings up to this point and before.

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released January 1, 2008

Volume 1 was written, performed, produced, and engineered by Michael Mazochi (at home)

Extra bits by : Jake Blunt, Julie Mintz, Nava Plotsky, Kelsey Link, Kevin Rosen-Quan, and the harmonizing crickets.

Mastering : Mike Giangreco & Dave Williams at Melrose Mastering.

Design : Nicole L. Smith

Photography : Polaroids by Margaret Leadman, Michael Mazochi, and Kelsey Link. Digital Ghosts added by Melissa Rauso

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