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The Divine Mundane

by Mt. Feral

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1.
Grew up a restless one through public education Wanted to be someone out there In dreams you saw a map unfolding You’re gonna see it all from sea to shining sea And everything between So they put you on a plane, knowing it wouldn’t be the same And on returning you proclaimed “I was not born, but I grew here slowly A humble servant of the only world I see But nothing here or in between Ever seems to be something that I need Woe is fucking me” And if your story bores us, go tell it to the forest Beneath the trees you might find peace Remembering the Earth turns constantly A humble servant of the laws of gravity They don’t care much ‘bout you or me The end of the story is that we come to be Temporarily And if your world is crumbling Just turn it into something It doesn’t matter what you make Find the joy creating anything Focus on the motion, there’s no end to reach No shiny treasure you can keep Just the things we leave The people that we meet Divine mundanity
2.
Stringbean 03:12
Tell me that you love me won’t you say you need me, please I’m on my knees So have me like a daydream Or cut me like a stringbean, dear It’s awfully clear to me That each tiny seed Could grow up to be The mightiest tree But who knows what crops we could yield in fallow fields Come hit me like a freight train Leave me like an aeroplane Back where you came But even after takeoff I don’t think I’ll shake you off The lonely truth is soon When we review Mistakes of youth From high up above Our everyday tombs It’s worth all the fear for the view This is not the world you have to live in, it’s where you ended up (Take apart your head and shake the pieces out you scatterbrain allow yourself for once for eternity wishing for the parts that you can’t see) Walked back to your building Looking for a memory You moved last spring It was torn down, turned to condos So it goes We can never go back To who we were then Let me say thanks For being a friend Where will we end up? That depends
3.
Originals 05:24
When I was young, I had a thousand words on my tongue I had a thousand songs that I thought that if I sang that people’d listen Though I was strong, nobody ever wanted to sing along So I found I was writing these only for the people that were missing Foolish, foolish boy Your words are not a toy Don’t let the children break them Stay true to your art ‘Cause that sickness in your heart Won’t ever stop its aching I’m an, I’m an original As I grew old I wanted bad to be well known, so I I let you take control of who I’m gonna be If a thousand stories from your hands meant a thousand more adoring fans Then I can’t say my stupid plans meant anything to me Foolish, foolish boy Your words are not a toy Don’t let another speak them Stay true to your art ‘Cause that sickness in your heart Won’t ever stop its aching I’m an, I’m an original Now that I’m old, I forgot all the lies I was told All the glitter I thought would be golden, all of it was an illusion I thought this guitar would make me the next superstar But you’ll never make something remarkable until you’re free of that delusion Foolish, foolish man Your words aren’t worth a damn Unless you truly live them Stay true to your art ‘Cause that sickness in your heart Is there ‘till it stops ticking I’m an, I’m an original Be the, be the original ‘Cause we need, we need originals
4.
Sommelier 06:25
Give me this day my daily bread Covers of another ‘round my head I won’t stop ‘til I get fed I pray these sheets don’t dare repeat The things I’ve said If I should die before I wake A fool of death I’ll surely make There won’t be a soul to take Inside my chest, despite the mess All my wires fried from stress I know you’ll find there’s no heart to break Once more I land in some bird’s cage Ruffle her feathers for the day The cock crows, I’m on my way A turtle dove left cooing love But who’s to say? Lord let that lamb lay slaughtered there Long enough that I can disappear Into the morning air You’ll have to squint to see me in The daylit glare Oh well some things you only learn with age And if time gets fine like wine, I’m a sommelier Take a swirl around the glass Another swill to fill the emptiness Stupid wreck so sad and sordid, how’d you get the facts distorted? Fill your cup, you’ll never get it Stupid wreck so sad and sordid, how’d you get the facts distorted? Fill your cup, you’ll never get enough There will be no reckoning No one else can own the words you say The things you took away If one day the heavens part An endless flood poured down upon us all To drown the wickedness Our bodies turned into watercraft With a busted mast, a hull all cracked I wouldn’t last ‘til the end of it
5.
Rudy 05:14
Rudy, you’re sleeping on the floor again I know it’s only been a week or less Can we trust each other more than this? Rudy, I don’t know where your mother went But you’ll never be alone again Believe every time we tell you that We’ve got so much love to give But you’re not having any of it You’re lying in the shade, dreaming of a sunny day Rudy, you’re sitting in the yard again Watching your TV through the metal fence Except when the rainy Sunday channel’s on Rudy, I wish we spoke a common tongue So we could tell you everything we love about you And let you know we’ll keep you safe We’ve got so much love to give And you’re getting the brunt of it How could there ever be such feelings deep inside of me? And one day you’ll leave us all behind Know we were grateful for the shortest time Each day with you irreplaceable Though you won’t be the only one We won’t forget our firstborn son You’ll never know all the things you’ve done You taught us who we want to be And how to give selflessly My perfect little friend Forever living in my head Rudy, you’re sleeping on the floor again I’ll pick you up and put you on the bed Feeling you breathing in between my legs ‘Cause we’ve got so much love to give And you’re getting the brunt of it You’re lying in the shade, dreaming of a sunny day

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released October 22, 2021

Music & lyrics by Mike Farrell
Except “Originals”, music & lyrics by Stephen Chen & Mike Farrell

Produced by Kiyoshi Matsuyama & Mike Farrell
Engineered by Jeff Fettig
Additional engineering by Kiyoshi Matsuyama
Mixed by Jonathan Smith
Mastered by Chris Gehringer at Sterling Sound

Mike Farrell - Vocals, Guitars
Alex Clute - Bass
Jared Pease - Drums, Percussion

Jack McLoughlin - pedal steel on "Rudy"
Nat Osborn - organ on “Rudy”
Camellia Hartman - vocals on “Sommelier”
Kiyoshi Matsuyama - vocals & organ on “Sommelier”, synth on “The Divine Mundane”

Recorded August 2020 at The Creamery in Brooklyn, NY
Additional guitars recorded October 2020 at Kiyoshi’s apartment, East Village, NY
Vocals recorded March 2021 in John Lennon’s former apartment (not that one), West Village, NY

Cover photo & artist photos by Nick Collingwood, Halla Creative
"Rudy" photo by Mike Farrell

Field recording on “Rudy” from September 2020 at Shelterbelt Farms, Brooktondale, NY
Featuring Chelsea Leibow Farrell and Stanley Banana as himself

Special thanks to Chelsea Leibow, Stanley Banana, Bridget Collins, Kevin Devine, Veronica Del Rosario, Caitlin, TJ, Sloane, my parents & the rest of my family, Tom Stephens, David Saracino, Max Harwood, Dave & Sarah Lucas, Natasha Shapiro, everyone at Noya Temple (especially the wedding weekend crew), Great Caesar, Elena Covo, Jackie Weinland, Darryl Rahn, Martha Ellen and Rudy Mabry, Eric Hutchinson, Ellis Ludwig-Leone, the Baseball Dads, Chris Headcount, Kevin Bodenheimer, Carlo Minchillo and the Brooklyn Drum Collective, and anyone & everyone else who has supported this journey so far

No thanks to COVID-19, which can go fuck itself

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