The MacNaughton Road Diaries

by Pope on a Stick

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1.	Cars 04:29	lyrics	download
Here in my car I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors It's the only way to live In cars Here in my car I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days In cars Here in my car Where the image breaks down Will you visit me please If I open my door In cars Here in my car I know I've started to think About leaving tonight Although nothing seems right In cars
2.	Killing an Arab 02:28	lyrics	download
Standing on the beach With a gun in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring down the barrel At the arab on the ground I can see his open mouth But I hear no sound I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I can turn And walk away Or I can fire the gun Staring at the sky Staring at the sun Whichever I choose It amounts to the same Absolutely nothing I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I feel the butt jump Smooth in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring at myself Reflected in the eyes Of the dead man on the beach The dead man on the beach I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab
3.	Mongoloid 03:55	lyrics	download
Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid Happier than you and me Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid And it determined what he could see Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid One chromosome too many Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid And it determined what he could see And he wore a hat And he had a job And he brought home the bacon So that no one knew He was a mongoloid Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid His friends were unaware Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid Nobody even cared Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid One chromosome too many Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid And it determined what he could see And he wore a hat And he had a job And he brought home the bacon So that no one knew He was a mongoloid
4.	Head Like A Hole 04:34	lyrics	download
God money I'll do anything for you God money just tell me what you want me to God money nail me up against the wall God money don't want everything he wants it all No, you can't take it No, you can't take it No, you can't take that away from me Head like a hole Black as your soul I'd rather die than give you control Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve God money's not looking for the cure God money's not concerned with the sick amongst the pure God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised God money's not one to choose No, you can't take it No, you can't take it No, you can't take that away from me Head like a hole Black as your soul I'd rather die than give you control Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve
5.	Hungry Like the Wolf 03:29	lyrics	download
Darken the city, night is a wire Steam in the subway, earth is afire Woman, you want me, give me a sign And catch my breathing even closer behind In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd And I'm hungry like the wolf Straddle the line in discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt I'm after you Mouth is alive with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf Stalked in the forest, too close to hide I'll be upon you by the moonlight side High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight You feel my heat, I'm just a moment behind In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you A scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found And I'm hungry like the wolf Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme I howl and I whine, I'm after you Mouth is alive, all running inside And I'm hungry like the wolf Burning the ground, I break from the crowd I'm on the hunt, I'm after you I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found And I'm hungry like the wolf Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt, I'm after you Mouth is alive with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf
6.	Major Tom (Coming Home) 04:55	lyrics	download
Standing there alone, the ship is waiting All systems are go, are you sure? Control is not convinced But the computer has the evidence No need to abort The countdown starts Watching in a trance, the crew is certain Nothing left to chance, all is working Trying to relax, up in the capsule "Send me up a drink", jokes Major Tom The count goes on 4, 3, 2, 1 Earth below us, drifting falling Floating weightless, calling calling home Second stage is cut, we're now in orbit Stabilizers up, running perfect Starting to collect, requested data What will it affect, when all is done Thinks Major Tom Back at ground control, there is a problem Go to rockets full, not responding Hello Major Tom, are you receiving Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by There's no reply 4, 3, 2, 1 Earth below us, drifting, falling Floating, weightless, calling, calling, home Across the stratosphere A final message, "Give my wife my love" Then nothing more Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning They don't realize, he's alive No one understands but Major Tom sees Now the light commands, this is my home I'm coming home Earth below us, drifting, falling Floating, weightless, coming home
7.	I Ran (So Far Away) 03:57	lyrics	download
I walk along the avenue I never thought I'd meet a girl like you Meet a girl like you With auburn hair and tawny eyes The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through You hypnotize me through And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran all night and day I couldn't get away A cloud appears above your head A beam of light comes shining down on you Shining down on you The cloud is moving nearer still Aurora Borealis comes in view Aurora comes in view And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran all night and day I couldn't get away Reached out a hand to touch your face You're slowly disappearing from my view 'Appearing from my view Reached out a hand to try again I'm floating in a beam of light with you A beam of light with you And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran all night and day And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I couldn't get away
8.	Just One Fix / So What / Stigmata 10:11	lyrics	download
Life keeps slipping away Silence of desperation Tried to find a highway in vein Couldn't find a destination Just One Fix Clock keeps ticking away Banging on the walls of damnation Organs keep grinding away Monkey is the only salvation Just One Fix Scum sucking depravity debauched Anal fuck-fest, thrill olympics Savage scourge Supply and sanctify So what? Die! You said it. Sedatives supplied Become laxatives. My eyes Shit out lies I only kill to know I'm alive So what? Die! Stronger than reason Stronger than lies The only truth I know Is the look in your eyes Just like a car crash Just like a knife My favorite weapon Is the look in your eyes You've run out of lies! Get out of my life! I'm chewing on glass And eating my fingers I'm not the one Who's run out of lies Lies! You've run out of lies. You've run out of time. Oh, you have empty eyes Stigmata
9.	Can’t Stand Losing You 04:45	lyrics	download
I've called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten I guess you'd call it cowardice But I'm not prepared to go on like this I can't stand losing I can't stand losing you I see you've sent my letters back And my LP records and they're all scratched I can't see the point in another day When nobody listens to a word I say You can call it lack of confidence But to carry on living doesn't make no sense I can't stand losing I guess this is our last goodbye And you don't care so I won't cry But you'll be sorry when I'm dead And all this guilt will be on your head I guess you'd call it suicide But I'm too full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing I can't stand losing you
10.	Mexican Radio 04:58	lyrics	download
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that’s older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on — in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product — never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a Mexican radio. I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the U.S. inflation I understand it just a little No comprende, it's a riddle I'm on a Mexican radio. I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand what the hell does he say? I'm on a Mexican radio. Radio. Radio. Radio. Radio. I'm on a Mexican radio.
11.	Personal Jesus 03:35	lyrics	download
Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus

about

The MacNaughton Road Diaries
In memory of Robert Casale, Jr.

In the course of most any rock group’s humble beginnings, musicians gather someplace like a garage, a carriage house, a shed, etc., and play covers of songs that have influenced or inspired them to get a sense of the chemistry they have between one another. In the early 90s, the formation of Pope on a Stick was not much different. We got together in our drummer’s parents’ basement on MacNaughton Road and played cover tunes. Although, for the decidedly heavy band that we had vowed to become, the music we chose to cover wasn’t the likes of Sabbath, Black Flag, Priest, Misfits or Maiden. Instead, it was the New Wave music of our youth that we gravitated toward. From the groundbreaking genius of Gary Numan and Devo to the many bands they inspired in the Synthpop and Industrial genres, we transformed these songs into heavier versions of themselves with equal parts humor and respect. Though we had never recorded them, these songs would always find their way into our live shows, and quite honestly, they subtly influenced the music we would eventually write and record.

In the 20 years that have passed since the release of our last album, the 80s have become cool again — it’s fashions are en vogue; it’s films are being remade, reimagined and rebooted; and it’s music is being played, sampled and covered. The MacNaughton Road Diaries isn’t an attempt to jump on this 80s bandwagon. It’s more of a homage to that era for those of us who were there the first time. We wanted to bring these songs that we used to cover back for one last hurrah, because after all, we are children of the 80s. For better or worse, the 80s made us the men and the musicians we are today. Enjoy!

Matt, Mark, Brook & Jim

credits

released January 1, 2015

Pope on a Stick is:
Matthew Trujillo
Mark Miller
Brook Mead
James Fouch

Performed, recorded, engineered and produced by Pope on a Stick
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Digital Weasels Studios, Lakewood, CO

Front cover photo by James Muller. Back cover photo by Randy Jenkins. Album art direction, design and layout by Pope on a Stick.

‘Mexican Radio’ contains a sample of 'Spanish Counting' (Track 16) from Disc 4 of the Conet Project, Irdial Records (1997), distributed under the FMP license. You are granted permission to copy and distribute the musical compositions and sound recordings on this album, provided this notice is included with every copy that is made. Distribution is allowed on a noncommercial basis only.

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