And That Will Be How It Will Be

by 80 Foots

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released December 21, 2018

Emmy Bean (Voice, Ukulele)
T-Roy Martin (Voice, Ukulele, Guitar, Trombone)
Chris Schoen (Voice, Guitar, Banjo )
Joey Spilberg (Bass)

John Szymanski (Bass on “Epistle to the Labyrinthians”)
Engineered and Mixed by John Szymanski at Maestro-Matic & Brass Pajama
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic
Cover art by Dave Buchen

Ⓟ 2018 80 Foots
Songs by Emmy Bean © 2018 Beansome (ASCAP)
Songs by T-Roy Martin © 2018 (ASCAP)
Songs by Chris Schoen © 2018 Blooms Unbearable (ASCAP)

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80 Foots, the world's only End Times Vocal Trio, started out making songs from poems, and have steadily grown a repertoire of songs that that harvests from old-time, early American, and international music forms to meditate on death, sadness, and falling down stairs. ... more

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Track Name: My Stars
On the day I was born,
The unalterable stars altered.
If I decided to sell lamps,
It wouldn’t get dark till the day I died.

Some stars. Whatever I do,
I’m a failure before I begin.
If I suddenly decided to sell shrouds,
People would suddenly stop dying.

Lyrics Copyright © Robert Mezey, 1973.

(We have made every effort to seek the author's permission for use of his text.)
Track Name: Evening Harmony
Now comes the time when trembling on its bough
Every flower fumes its scent
Sounds and smells twist the evening firmament
Melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!

Every flower fumes its scent
The violin shakes like a heart full of woe;
Melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!
The sky is sad and fine like an enshrinement.

The violin shakes like a heart full of woe
A tender heart that hates the void, black and spent!
The sky is sad and fine like an enshrinement.
The sun has drowned in its blood, thick and slow

A tender heart that hates the void, black and spent!
The lustrous past gathers up every echo!
The sun has drowned in its blood, thick and slow
Your memory glitters in me resplendent!
Track Name: The Other Friars
I know the way the other friars all look down at me
Clucking at my drunkenness from in their dry eternity
I hope they all choke on their tea

I wish I could remember the rhymes the Lord had sent
The morning starlings mimicked whistling winter in their merriment
I was distracted--I don’t know where they went

Brother John says God is fed up with my attitude
Well he started it
Walked straight up to the coastline of my sour mood
And then he parted it

For all I care you can all dive in the wishing well
But if you daredevils want to bring yourselves --and tell us all
About the things you did when you were there
When you stopped being you caught in your snare
Who will sing the lies that you bring back as souvenirs

I just want to inscribe the lines that make the world resound
If you knew how hard it was to concentrate with you around
God bless the day that you are drowned

The chanting in the halls has just become another din
The tantrum of the bells is how a demon lets the day begin
Why won’t some demon just let some tigers in

Brother John says God is fed up with my attitude
Well he started it, he started it
And now he saunters through the vineyard in beatitude
Like he outsmarted it

For all I care you can all dive in the wishing well
Put on your stocking caps and cast your trusted summon
Spell and maybe you can have a starfish for a friend
And you can make the oaken tree to bend
Blow bubbles till your ventricles distend
While I scratch on this vellum in the hall of my wits’ end
Track Name: Song of Myself 5 (fragment)
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.
Track Name: Mariah's Gone
Mornin' come and Maria's gone
And it's early in the morning.

Oh she's gone and I can't go
And it's early in the morning.

Mornin' come and Maria's gone
And it's early in the morning.

Never could I know her mind
And it's early in the morning.

Mornin' come and Maria's gone
And it's early in the morning.

Trouble, trouble is my name
And it's early in the morning.

Mornin' come and Maria's gone
And it's early in the morning.
Track Name: And That Will be How It Will Be
I know where I’ll eventually find somebody dead
At the bottom of the basement stairs
Their legs cocked over their head
And a box of books of matches from various bars
Scattered on the floor like incubant stars
And a half ring of keys
And a jar that’s spit open

I believe the world eventually
Will be free of Man
And crows and wolves and army ants
Will run it best as they can
And no one will enjoy the smell of the air
And all will live and die and no one will care
And the fire in the sky
Will burn through the surface

I think that I’ll eventually
Turn on those I love
And fear and greed and usury
Will smile on me from above
And i will sit alone and wonder at how
Clean I used to be - How free I am now
And I’ll eat all I kill
And not read the papers

And that will be how it will be

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