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The Dark Ages

by Malcolm Lucard

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King Snake 03:21
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King Snake Words and music by Malcolm Lucard I’m the coolest, prettiest, skinniest thing you ever did see in your life. Gonna wrap myself around your little pinky gonna take you down for my wife. Gonna guide you down past the creakiest bog, take you through the mire Find ourselves some peace and quiet Inside some old rubber tire (too much!) I’m a king snake and I got what you need I’m a king snake and I got what you want Gonna rap, gonna rap, gonna rap myself around you x4 Well I ain’t the longest, I ain’t the strongest, I’m just an average snake. I’m a non-venomous colubrine common to these United States. Well I ain’t the strongest I ain’t the biggest what’s this thing about size? When I finally shed my skin baby you gonna realize (Realize!) I’m a king snake, etc. Now I know you ain’t big on snakes And I know you once was stung. But I’m the quiet, shy, sensitive type and I want to take care of your young. In a land of tree-climbing boas and pythons maybe I ain’t the best hung, but I’m a polymorphic, amorous vertebrate with a highly sensitive tongue (yeah tongue!) I’m a King Snake I’m down on my knees I’m a King Snake I know how to please!
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The Dark Ages 03:49
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The dark ages Word and music by Malcolm Lucard I was scrolling through the pages Illuminations of burning cages Martyrs and infidels Whole damn world gone to hell So I’m packin’ my bags, takin’ these rags back to the dark ages. The world is flat and that’s that! Right is right. Facts is facts! It’s time to put the sun back in its place Spinning around the throne Of the great human race Don’t listen to those heathens God has his reasons for the dark ages Well them dark ages are the crazy ages just you wait and see The dark ages are the very best ages share if you agree! This chamber echoes loud Every voice sounds like a crowd I cry out, the voices all agree Sounds like everyone thinks just like me No need for conversation We know the situation in the dark ages Well the dark ages they’re the crazy ages just you wait and see The dark ages they’re the very best ages share if you agree! Now I don’t know I’m just a serf I work my job, I got my turf The power is in the hands of the men with all the lands If there’s one thing they can’t stand It’s when a peasant joins a band in the dark ages. That’s why we, goin’ underground We got a cave with awesome sound We got a greenhouse, we got some gear Got our homies, got some beer That’s right, we’re lit. Everyone’s gotta do their bit in the dark ages!
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Reckless disregard 03:42
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Reckless disregard Words and music by Malcolm Lucard You gotta reckless disregard for my heart The things you say tear it apart You take my words Twist ‘em all around Leave ‘em in a pile on the ground. You got a reckless disregard for the truth You drive drunk right through my blues You weave and spin You don’t even know what state you’re in You’ll say anything to confuse Extra extra! This just in! We know what your deal is We know where you’ve been. You got a reckless disregard for your lovers You got ‘em all wrapped around your thumb You tell ‘em all exactly what they wanna hear Are they desperate or are they just dumb? Extra extra! Breaking news! Your false accusations Stick right back on you! Here’s a little update, something you should know We’re on to your nonsense You got nothin left to throw! You got a reckless disregard for the law You broke one, you broke ‘em all You plead and moan, “they treat me so unfair” You blame the pavement when you fall Extra extra! This just in We will not let you divide us We got far too much to win!
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Camouflage 04:12
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Camouflage Words and music by Malcolm Lucard You change colors a lot these days, with make up and clothes and in other ways. The things you say vanish into rock, a perfect camouflage of table talk. And I can hear you, and you ain’t sayin nothing. Yeah I can hear you, and you ain’t say in nothing. You played chameleon one too many times. Now you’re invisible even to your own eyes. Everything’s become a background masquerade, you could blend into a mirror you just smile at yourself and fade. And I can see right through you. Yeah, I can see right through you. I’m not fooled by your simple disguise You know I’m not so you avoid my eyes Everything’s become A background masquerade You could blend into a mirror You just look at yourself and fade And I can see right through you Yeah I can see you right through you Yeah I can see you right through you Yeah I can see you right through you
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Prayer 04:17
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Prayer Words and music by Malcolm Lucard Lord save us from this mess we’re in Seems there’s trouble among your favored children Some say they are the chosen ones Others say heaven is theirs alone. They’re pointing fingers and casting stones Lord please, can they leave the rest of us alone? Some say you are all merciful We could sure use some mercy now. They’ve got answers, they’ve got truth Eye for eye, tooth for tooth Half the world blind, the other cannot smile Me, I’m just trying not to cry. Lord save us from those who have us saved They won’t be happy until we’re all in our graves They say their’s is the god of love Dropping fire and brimstone from above. Blessed are the peacekeepers, Blessed are the meek Who was that guy who said, ‘Turn the other cheek’? ‘Let he who is without sin Cast the first stone’ I got a feeling You’ll be standing alone Lord save us from those who have us saved They won’t be happy until we’re all in our grave Only then will we know paradise Only then will we know peace People on my driveway, save me every day Save me with God or some material way People on the television, worried for my soul People on the telephone, trying to meet a goal. Save me with convenience, no money down Save me with a super store on the other end of town Saving me inches, saving me years Saving me with hope and saving me with fear Oil of the serpent, apple of the gods One shot at bliss, what are the odds? Why do they save us? Why do they care? The goodness of their hearts? They just want to share? Maybe it’s me, the one who wants to save All you poor people from the errors your ways So I polish my trophies, notch my belt If I can save you … I can save my self. Lord please, hear this prayer I know I can’t be the only one out there Don’t want to be a martyr, you know I ain’t no saint. Just wanna love my neighbors and get on with my day. (Repeat chorus)
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America's Least Wanted 03:35
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America’s least wanted Words and music by Malcolm Lucard They’re flying their helicopters round the neighborhood tonight, shining their lights down on me…. They came in the backdoor with bodycams and guns I saw myself on TV, I saw myself run Then I saw myself lying face down on the stairs with my hands behind my back and my ass in the air They threw me in a cell with a dozen angry men ‘Here’s the next contestant, let the games begin!’ The DA he comes in says ‘I’m director of this show There’s something son, you oughta know. A jury of your peers locked up safely in their houses, gonna judge you guilty with clicks of their mouses.” Then the judge comes in says, “I’m producer of this show. There’s something son, you oughta know Looks like you’re a hit, our survey says so, so we’ll open up these doors and let you go. But don’t your go far, don’t cover up your tracks Cuz our little show depends on you coming back!” Know I get busted every night on the news These days it seems it’s all I can do I swerve on the highway during high-speed chases I wave @#$% around in frightened people’s faces You laugh and your sneer at my drunken rants But my ratings go up when piss in my pants Then one day, my ratings went down Judge said, ‘Son, we don’t need you around.’ So they took me down to TV’s death row Looks like I got voted off the show. Now some dude in the burbs with a satellite dish Sitting on his sofa, gonna throw that switch But before I go, there’s something you should know Someday you too will have your very own show. Cuz everyone’s a suspect, everyone’s a star. Everyone’s got something stashed inside their cars. Everyone’s running, everyone’s scared. Everyone’s locked up in their very own jails! Well they’re flying their helicopters around the neighborhood tonight. Shining their lights down on you
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Heart Attack 05:46
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Heart Attack Blues Words and music by Malcolm Lucard Oh Daddy, I got the blues Your body, done blew a fuse And you are lyin’ in a hospital bed With tubes and a bottle, hangin’ over your head And I am cryin’, like I usually do When you are down with the heart attack blues And when you die, I will die too I want to float to sea with you And we will lie, on gentle waves I swear that I won’t be afraid And when you wake on distant sand I hope that you understand That I’ll be there, holding your hand And now the sea is far away, the piano goes unplayed And as I watch my son grow, these things he will know Beware the fool who knows too much Learn to relax, enjoy the touch And when he grows to be a man, I know he will understand That you’ll be there holding his hand.
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I don't need a tatoo 04:50
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I don’t need a tattoo Words and music by Malcolm Lucard I was drunk as a sailor when we first met I don’t know, was it a dare or a bet? All I know is when I came to, it was 10 years later and I still had you. Cuz you never got dull, you never did fade You’re still as bright as the day you were made. Who woulda thunk, after all these years Every time I get naked you’re still here? I know, I know it’s the thing you do But I’m telling you baby, I don’t need a tattoo… You said “give me baby your naked arm I promise you honey I won’t do you no harm Just roll up your sleeve take a deep breath Cuz I wanna be with you till after death.” I said, “No, no honey you don’t understand! You’ve already left your mark on this man. You pricked my heart, burnt my soul scribbled graffiti all over my bones, so if you don’t mind, put down that tool Cuz I don’t need a tattoo…I got you!” You’re a goddess, you’re a nymph You’re the cross I bear A saint in a burning ring of fire A mother, an anchor, a thorn-crowned heart A bracelet of old barbed wire You caress my ankle, cover my ass, Ring my neck, lick my belly, ooh! Kiss my cheek, bite my nipple And that’s not all that you do, so I don’t need a tattoo…. I don’t need a tattoo I don’t need a tattoo Cuz baby, I got you Maybe I’m a wuss Maybe I don’t like pain Maybe I’m afraid what my momma’s gonna say Maybe I’m terrified of permanence and commitment ‘Sides my body already bears the scars of a woman whose life is breathing art, a woman who love stains my skin, like a thousand kisses from a thousand pins, a woman whose eyes burn me through, a woman whose smile can turn me blue so… (chorus) You’re an animated woman riding free, a snake in the talons of an eagle. A circle-A, a five-pointed star Sharp as the end of a needle a lotus, a rose, the skull and bones a dragon that the druids flew. a high-heeled princess, a buxom warrior a dancer that the ancients drew, so…(chorus) In 20 years, what will I do when I look in the mirror and I see you? Will I be strong, will I be soft? Will the colors of the goddess start to rub off? Will I take off my shirt and walk with pride, or wear long robes so I can hide the fact you’ve changed me for ever, so (chorus).
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Dulce est decorume est 04:23
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Dulce est decorum est Words and music by Malcolm Lucard On a well-worn counter of yellowed linoleum down by the locked-up waters, an uneasy eddy in the coffee brewing for her young, unwed daughter. The police and the drug lords of Panama City were snoring. Nana heard the helicopters, tanks and troops, scream by the door, as the first explosions of dawn caught fire on the roof. She ran to the window but the word she heard were foreign: Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori Bullets bolted the doors on the poor people’s part of town. Beat out to the streets by flames, they were instantly run down. Joan of Arc would've been proud to see them jump from the second story. Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori Sweet and noble it is to die for your country The first strike is always meaningless oratory Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori In Medellín they missed the general, but they took 300 souls Sometimes the bus to kingdom come pulls out without warning So up and coming coke addicts can maintain their sick euphoria The button depressed, a nation of hope, began to rise Screaming ramparts, anthems to addiction, soared across the sky. South America shuddered as the rain started falling Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori Sweet and noble it is to die for your country But there’s no time for honor in this tired old allegory Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori
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Mars 03:27
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Mars Words and music by Malcolm Lucard Those were the days. Those were the days. Mars, Mars Never should have gone. Never should have left. Stars, stars. Why did we go? Why did we leave? Life. Life was better, was better on Mars. Mars.

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The Dark Ages

Produced by Malcolm Lucard and Diego Gadenz
Estúdio Planeta Musical

Music and lyrics by Malcolm Lucard

Recorded at:

Studio des Pâquis, Geneva, Switzerland

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Estúdio Planeta Musical (logo),
Porto Alegre, Brazil
www.estudioplanetamusical.com

Engineered by Diego Gadenz, Estudio Planeta Musical
Mastered by Marcos Abreu, Porto Alegre, Brazil

Album art by Briana Siederman and Bart van der Plas

Musicians:
Malcolm Lucard: lead vocals, harmonica, banjo, acoustic and electric guitars, sound recordings.
Nando Drums: drums and percussion
Henrique Mello: bass
Lou Pisani: bass on Heart Attack Blues and I don’t need a tattoo
Diego Gadenz: back-up vocals, electric guitars, percussion
Greg Arnold: keyboards, vocals, guitars
Vee Mukarati: saxophones, vocals
Toby May: electric guitar, mellotron, vocals
Additional vocals: Alfredo Lavalley, Raphaella Montandon,
Cristiana Rabbi, Irina Ruano and Gideon Lucard.

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released January 1, 2021

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Musician, performer, songwriter, story-teller, guitar player, mandolin player, dad.

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