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Blue Manifesto


Blue Manifesto
Blue Manifesto (Sam Masich & Bobby Kapp)

This self-titled album comes from one of the quirkiest duos north of Mexico City. Singer-songwriter Sam Masich joins forces with legendary jazz drummer and vocalist Bobby Kapp for an off-the-top, off-the-wall free for all. Blue Manifesto was recorded in a single three hour session on Nov. 24/04 in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. The seven songs are improvised, live off the floor, first and second takes. Phone Booth was created created from nothing while tape was rolling. Sam plays his hand built, Canadian-made Ted Thompson acoustic guitar and Bobby plays a Roland Handsonic HDP-15. Includes the songs Salt Sorrow, Blue Manifesto of Art Over Love and a new version of Chain of Loneliness.
Blue Manifesto ©2005 S. Masich, R. Kaplan SOCAN
Produced by Sam Masich & Bobby Kapp


Just like last Tuesday I lost my mail. Just like last Tuesday you lost your mail
Just like last Tuesday you lost your mail? Just like last Tuesday I lost my mail


©2005 S. Masich, R. Kaplan SOCAN/ASCAP



Salt Sorrow             
 
Sea

So good for walking by. I used to swim in you
In your clear blackness. Tasting salt sorrow

I think Iíll put on a snappy blazer
and some appropriate shoes
Go walk by you
Youíre so good for walking by

You take everything into yourself joyously
Sucking out the poison
Better than a woman
Salt sorrow

I think Iíll take 5 minutes today not beat myself into a fascist pulp

And when roses grow out my corpse
if they still have grave sites left in those days
would you be so kind as to come to me
Rise up! Rise up! Rise up the sea
You take everything and everyone
Wash all the sin away
Salt sorrow

©2005 S. Masich SOCAN



Blue  Manifesto of Art Over Love    

I learned every rule of your school of thought
But I never got your premise
Fuck, I bought your promise though
Dinner at 5 with the angel of schedule
She'll feed you a false bill of goodies
And then tape your mouth shut and throw you
out the back of a van somewhere in Northern Alberta

I don't really hate you. I'm too Canadian for that
I just want Newshour to stop reporting the results of
our apathy long enough for Rimbault and Artaud and Van Gogh
to come and shred this homey homeland
I don't care of Quebec separates. It's not the point

Artists are being killed before they're born
Abortions of spirit are being performed by
sterile, hostile computer nerds
In this brave new world facing us poets die
and factory constructed robots are replacing them
and disgracing us

Fellated, exhausted elders with no memory of
primal mosh-pit etiquette bicker
Two generations need to die before
Pagan sanity can reveal and restore and reclaim
true birthright and rulership

And you boy, you've had your orgy
Now it's time to leave sweet liberty's cult alone
and face the unspeakable horror of growing up
Admit it. Your feigned grief is the relief
of every jilted boyfriend guilty of nothing but
horny promises and uneducated tastes.
 
Blue Manifesto of art over love is a new manifesto of art over love

©2005 S. Masich, R. Kaplan SOCAN/ASCAP



Bobby's Handsonic HDP-15 during the recording of Blue Manifesto

Chain of Loneliness           

Another link, in the chain, of loneliness
She calls, and wakes me up, at 4 AM
To say she misses me and why am I, so far away
To say she kisses me all the way, from there

And how Ďbout you?
Who are you missing?
whose kisses do you need? Dear
and now Iím calling you, at 4 AM
like she called me

Another link, in the chain, of broken hearts
she asks me, why my love, is not as strong
and says she wishes, he and I, could go someplace far away
but that sheís OK, just as the day, is long

But how Ďbout you?
who are you missing?
whose kisses do you need? Dear
And now Iím calling you, at 4 AM
just like she called me

©2005 S. Masich SOCAN


Love and a Fist            

I am laying in a field
under a blood moon completely stoned
Zoom, zoom a shooting star
I couldnít guess how far from

It flashes like the little diamonds
that you keep in the back of your eyes
They got my name on them baby
and I love you

Love and a fist. Love and a fist
I miss you more than I miss the real world
Love and a fist. Love and a fist
Iím really bleeding now. Duty

So I make up three wishes
on a single dying star
One, I wouldnít lose more lifeblood
and two, I wouldnít lose your love
And three, no more death by this hand
If you knew what we did here youíd stop loving me now

Love and a fist. Love and a fist
I miss you more than I miss the real world
Love and a fist. Love and a fist
I hold onto this last prayer

Donít blame these people
Iíve come a long way to understand
Iím not the same

Our Father, Who art in mourning
We were misled in Your name
In Your judgment please be merciful
More merciful than we to our Enemy

Forgive us with Your boundless love
Your boundless love
Your love and a fist. Love and a fist
I miss you more than I miss the real world
Love and a fist. Love and a fist
Iím really bleeding now
Duty

Sniper fire. Missing targets. A target missed. Little babies turned to target missed. Disappeared in motherís arms. Where did they go? Nobody wants to know. Can we feel what they feel? Is that the love that we really want? Is that the peace? Its inside the heart. Missing people. Targets missed. Missing babies from targets missed. Is that the love we want? Is that what Iím dreaming of from the other side of the world? Is that my message?

©2005 S. Masich, R. Kaplan SOCAN/ASCAP



Drinking on the Moon 

They say heaven waits for no man
but Iíve seen heaven wait for me
Youíve seen me walking through the badlands
emotional and chemical
Its not a pretty sight
Diving down like fireflies that charge the air and I donít care
You were always the one
And I always get you mixed up with the sun

When young lovers play
she pretends to run away
She puts up a fight
He pretends to bite
He lifts her in the air

The wind blows through her hair and they donít care

I donít think weíll ever know
quite we love this way

Drinking on the moon
Drunk on the moon
Drinking on the moon
Drunk on the moon

©2005 S. Masich, R. Kaplan SOCAN/ASCAP


Phone Booth   

Its just like that guy in the phone booth. Its just like that guy living in the phone booth. We ainít talking about Superman. We ainít talking about the Green Lantern. We ainít talking about that guy in the phone booth. Weíre  talking about, its just like that guy in the phone booth. Its just like that guy in the phone booth Ďcause there ainít no room in the bus station no more.

©2005 S. Masich, R. Kaplan SOCAN/ASCAP