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Wednesday, May 15, 2024
"Rugby Child" by Amen Dunes
Amen Dunes (the nom de musique of musician Damon McMahon, previously here) has been fascinating me for some time now. And he has released some really fascinating songs. This new one, "Rugby Child" is another in a string of intriguing musical statements. I love the texture of it, the typewriter percussion, and how the journey of the piece shifts several times: the addition of a barely-there (synth?) bottom at 1:11; the addition of drums at 1:30; and the dramatic tone from 2:00 onwards. Amazing work, Damon. From his forthcoming release, "Death Jokes" out May 10th, 2024.
And away we go
Gonna ride it out tonight
Got a pile of fifty ones
And nothing but time
You hear that Annie died?
She was straight for fifty days
When they said to stay inside
She'd just gone crazy
But in the here and now
Gonna ride with the windows down
I don't feel like anything
Could follow me now
All the time we gather round
It's so easy, I'm around
In the end, Annie got so twisted
Shot him right there in his head
"I'd give up on all this stuff
If you promised I'd feel different than now"
Power, when you got it
You can live off of the shining
Three chords, when you feel alone
In the Ghetto, when the day goes
Truth is, you don't need 'em
When you give up, then you beat 'em
(I-ahh)
Won't you try it my way
Nothing to lose
Doesn't mean it's hard because it's true
Power, when you feel it
When you get up, and you need it
Three chords, when you fade off
When you get alone, and when your day comes
Truth is, we will get on
From the Kingdom to the devil
Amen Dunes is on tour.
And away we go
Gonna ride it out tonight
Got a pile of fifty ones
And nothing but time
You hear that Annie died?
She was straight for fifty days
When they said to stay inside
She'd just gone crazy
But in the here and now
Gonna ride with the windows down
I don't feel like anything
Could follow me now
All the time we gather round
It's so easy, I'm around
In the end, Annie got so twisted
Shot him right there in his head
"I'd give up on all this stuff
If you promised I'd feel different than now"
Power, when you got it
You can live off of the shining
Three chords, when you feel alone
In the Ghetto, when the day goes
Truth is, you don't need 'em
When you give up, then you beat 'em
(I-ahh)
Won't you try it my way
Nothing to lose
Doesn't mean it's hard because it's true
Power, when you feel it
When you get up, and you need it
Three chords, when you fade off
When you get alone, and when your day comes
Truth is, we will get on
From the Kingdom to the devil
Amen Dunes is on tour.
Thursday, March 7, 2024
"Boys" by Amen Dunes
A new song from Amen Dunes. "Boys."
To repair the damage. To recognize the power to stop the cycle. To see clearly.
It takes a long time to know that
It takes a long time to know that
It takes a long time
It takes a long time to know that
Still out on a Sunday
He died over the weekend
He tried hard
Tried hard
But he caved right in
Do you really want it?
Oh, you always said you would
Do you really want it?
Though I know it isn't true
Do you really want it?
Though it always felt untrue
Do you really want it?
Though I never said I would
You said you couldn't save him
You know he always thought you could
You said you couldn't save him
Though he always thought you would
People 'round you talking, but you never listen to them
But I never lied on Sunday, ain't go no one to listen to
He's still out on Sunday, he's got no one to listen to
He's still out on Sunday, you can't tell him what to do
You're still out on Sunday, you can't tell him what to do
He's still out on Sunday, he's got no one to listen to
It takes a lot to care
As if they're even there
And do you dare to tell me, you have done all you could do
But do you mean to tell me, you have done all that you could do
No suicide, no damage, depends on who you answer to
No suicide, no damage, you can't tell him what to do
You won't find me breaking, no one tells me what to do
The kids come out to kill
The streets have made you bad
The kids come out to kill
'Cause everything you've done, it's been done to you too
Everything you've done, it's been done to you too
You know that all my lies are true
May all your lies come true
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To repair the damage. To recognize the power to stop the cycle. To see clearly.
It takes a long time to know that
It takes a long time to know that
It takes a long time
It takes a long time to know that
Still out on a Sunday
He died over the weekend
He tried hard
Tried hard
But he caved right in
Do you really want it?
Oh, you always said you would
Do you really want it?
Though I know it isn't true
Do you really want it?
Though it always felt untrue
Do you really want it?
Though I never said I would
You said you couldn't save him
You know he always thought you could
You said you couldn't save him
Though he always thought you would
People 'round you talking, but you never listen to them
But I never lied on Sunday, ain't go no one to listen to
He's still out on Sunday, he's got no one to listen to
He's still out on Sunday, you can't tell him what to do
You're still out on Sunday, you can't tell him what to do
He's still out on Sunday, he's got no one to listen to
It takes a lot to care
As if they're even there
And do you dare to tell me, you have done all you could do
But do you mean to tell me, you have done all that you could do
No suicide, no damage, depends on who you answer to
No suicide, no damage, you can't tell him what to do
You won't find me breaking, no one tells me what to do
The kids come out to kill
The streets have made you bad
The kids come out to kill
'Cause everything you've done, it's been done to you too
Everything you've done, it's been done to you too
You know that all my lies are true
May all your lies come true
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| Photo: Michael Schmelling |
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Monday, January 10, 2022
"Feel Nothing" by Amen Dunes
Here is an intriguing track by Amen Dunes (the nom de musique of musician Damon McMahon), previously here. "Feel Nothing" sounds like a wonderful continuation of "Blue Rose," a track from his previous release "Freedom" from 2018. Layered, propulsive, with a pinch of psychedelia...it is nice to hear some new music from him.
Kingdom, Kingdom, Kingdom, Kingdom, Kingdom
Be a prophet
Kingdom, be a prophet
Every time I hear a story
Got no good from it
Can't change the situation
When everything's the same
Still in love, just a little
Aww my mind forgets
You stole that piece from the devil
But you know me, I'd do the same
Get everyone off my back
You can gossip, but I don't care
I headed off one day without even talking,
and I got lost from there
In the middle of a show I break down, yeah
Can't remember what to say
Can’t shake this ugly feeling, baby, but it's not lasting
He was thinking of God, when he begged them to stop
Is there someone up there?
You will never know she said
Come right out and say it
I've lived enough to sing it
Come on, show em what you know
You're gonna reap just what you sow
Get your opinions off my back
I said I'm going up the hill
When winter comes I will get things done
Start doing what I say
See the fires off in the distance
The little goddess said
We may not win this one, but I predict it, son
You might be a prophet
There is no way to stop our big stone love
Keep going up the mountain, yeah
From the mouth don't come a kingdom
String me up I don't care
Said I've lived enough to sing it
They said stop and drop him until he talks
But you'll never make him say it
Every time I look up to you
Nothing to say
The king might prevail
But just for today
Every time I look up to you
Nothing to say
Those who talk hard
Got nothing to say.
You might be a prophet
You will never know she said
Get your opinions off my back
See the fires off in the distance
The little goddess said
You will never know she said
Get your opinions off my back
See the fires off in the distance
The little goddess said
The little goddess said
The little goddess said
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Kingdom, Kingdom, Kingdom, Kingdom, Kingdom
Be a prophet
Kingdom, be a prophet
Every time I hear a story
Got no good from it
Can't change the situation
When everything's the same
Still in love, just a little
Aww my mind forgets
You stole that piece from the devil
But you know me, I'd do the same
Get everyone off my back
You can gossip, but I don't care
I headed off one day without even talking,
and I got lost from there
In the middle of a show I break down, yeah
Can't remember what to say
Can’t shake this ugly feeling, baby, but it's not lasting
He was thinking of God, when he begged them to stop
Is there someone up there?
You will never know she said
Come right out and say it
I've lived enough to sing it
Come on, show em what you know
You're gonna reap just what you sow
Get your opinions off my back
I said I'm going up the hill
When winter comes I will get things done
Start doing what I say
See the fires off in the distance
The little goddess said
We may not win this one, but I predict it, son
You might be a prophet
There is no way to stop our big stone love
Keep going up the mountain, yeah
From the mouth don't come a kingdom
String me up I don't care
Said I've lived enough to sing it
They said stop and drop him until he talks
But you'll never make him say it
Every time I look up to you
Nothing to say
The king might prevail
But just for today
Every time I look up to you
Nothing to say
Those who talk hard
Got nothing to say.
You might be a prophet
You will never know she said
Get your opinions off my back
See the fires off in the distance
The little goddess said
You will never know she said
Get your opinions off my back
See the fires off in the distance
The little goddess said
The little goddess said
The little goddess said
Sunday, February 18, 2018
"Blue Rose" by Amen Dunes
I am unexpectedly captured by this hypnotizing new song, "Blue Rose" from Amen Dunes (the nom de musique of musician Damon McMahon) from his forthcoming fifth album, "Freedom" released March 30.
McMahon says the song is a "teenage clarion call," about "growing up with an unpredictable father, fighting back with music, drugs and fantasy, and eventual escape from it all." I love how it does not have a traditional verse-chorus structure but seems more like a sung story, a tone poem.
His official website describes the album as a whole:
"On the surface, Freedom is a reflection on growing up, childhood friends who ended up in prison or worse, male identity, McMahon’s father, and his mother, who was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the beginning of recording.
The characters that populate the musical world of Freedom are a colourful mix of reality and fantasy: father and mother, Amen Dunes, teenage glue addicts and Parisian drug dealers, ghosts above the plains, fallen surf heroes, vampires, thugs from Naples and thugs from Houston, the emperor of Rome, Jews, Jesus, Tashtego, Perseus, even McMahon himself. Each character portrait is a representation of McMahon, of masculinity, and of his past.
Yet, if anything, these 11 songs are a relinquishing of all of them through exposition; a gradual reorientation of being away from the acquired definitions of self we all cling to and towards something closer to what's stated in the Agnes Martin quote that opens the record, “I don’t have any ideas myself; I have a vacant mind” and in the swirling, pitched down utterances of “That's all not me” that close it.
The music, as a response or even a solution to the album's darker themes, is tough and joyous, rhythmic and danceable; a true NYC street record."
I've got money because I work all day
Don't get down a mile away
When evening comes
I go call up the band
We play religious music
Don't think you'd understand, man
Well hear me call
I was ignorant
I'm the baddest, stoniest thing in town
Give me eighteen days
They speak another tongue
Well they left me there
But the dead man had no fun
Should stop my father
Yeah love came over me
If you love war
Then you've got war with me
They looked at me straight
And told me I'm in town
Now, now
Feel good son
Deep deep down
You'd stick around
For love
Son, I need you back now
Feel my god
I can hardly change
If you don't have that
You told me not to brag
But I said he gave me
[?]
He left me there
Fill me up when I'm down
Dear, he loved my father
Yeah love came over me
Dear, if you want war
Then you've got war in me
Well, I was brought up
And we were told things
Never to tell
Beat up, beaten down, stop
They don't know kid coming down
But I have no way out of heaven
Not now, not now
They said that I should move on from here
Combed out my hair and started out
And my dreams took half a drag
[?]
Yeah I can't catch a break
Said you weren't much a man to me
But you're the only one I've ever had
https://www.amendunes.com/
McMahon says the song is a "teenage clarion call," about "growing up with an unpredictable father, fighting back with music, drugs and fantasy, and eventual escape from it all." I love how it does not have a traditional verse-chorus structure but seems more like a sung story, a tone poem.
His official website describes the album as a whole:
"On the surface, Freedom is a reflection on growing up, childhood friends who ended up in prison or worse, male identity, McMahon’s father, and his mother, who was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the beginning of recording.
The characters that populate the musical world of Freedom are a colourful mix of reality and fantasy: father and mother, Amen Dunes, teenage glue addicts and Parisian drug dealers, ghosts above the plains, fallen surf heroes, vampires, thugs from Naples and thugs from Houston, the emperor of Rome, Jews, Jesus, Tashtego, Perseus, even McMahon himself. Each character portrait is a representation of McMahon, of masculinity, and of his past.
Yet, if anything, these 11 songs are a relinquishing of all of them through exposition; a gradual reorientation of being away from the acquired definitions of self we all cling to and towards something closer to what's stated in the Agnes Martin quote that opens the record, “I don’t have any ideas myself; I have a vacant mind” and in the swirling, pitched down utterances of “That's all not me” that close it.
The music, as a response or even a solution to the album's darker themes, is tough and joyous, rhythmic and danceable; a true NYC street record."
I've got money because I work all day
Don't get down a mile away
When evening comes
I go call up the band
We play religious music
Don't think you'd understand, man
Well hear me call
I was ignorant
I'm the baddest, stoniest thing in town
Give me eighteen days
They speak another tongue
Well they left me there
But the dead man had no fun
Should stop my father
Yeah love came over me
If you love war
Then you've got war with me
They looked at me straight
And told me I'm in town
Now, now
Feel good son
Deep deep down
You'd stick around
For love
Son, I need you back now
Feel my god
I can hardly change
If you don't have that
You told me not to brag
But I said he gave me
[?]
He left me there
Fill me up when I'm down
Dear, he loved my father
Yeah love came over me
Dear, if you want war
Then you've got war in me
Well, I was brought up
And we were told things
Never to tell
Beat up, beaten down, stop
They don't know kid coming down
But I have no way out of heaven
Not now, not now
They said that I should move on from here
Combed out my hair and started out
And my dreams took half a drag
[?]
Yeah I can't catch a break
Said you weren't much a man to me
But you're the only one I've ever had
https://www.amendunes.com/
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Amen Dunes
On his release "Love," Amen Dunes (the band name for musician Damon McMahon) makes a sound whose appeal I just can't get past. The melancholy vagueness of it all intrigues me. Is it folk? Is it psychedelic? It is...
"Lilac In Hand" plays like a cha-cha that is just too relaxed to actually become a cha-cha...
...and "Lonely Richard" gets into a folksy, funky-yet-sleepy groove...
...these meandering, non-narrative videos seem to visually capture a sense of the music. It's all impression and texture.
And I can't resist adding his version of Jeff Buckley's "Song To The Siren" from the forthcoming EP "Cowboys" out on January 20th, 2015.
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"Lilac In Hand" plays like a cha-cha that is just too relaxed to actually become a cha-cha...
...and "Lonely Richard" gets into a folksy, funky-yet-sleepy groove...
...these meandering, non-narrative videos seem to visually capture a sense of the music. It's all impression and texture.
And I can't resist adding his version of Jeff Buckley's "Song To The Siren" from the forthcoming EP "Cowboys" out on January 20th, 2015.
https://www.facebook.com/amendunes
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