Chivalry Is Dead

by Ryan Morgan

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released May 1, 2012

THE BAND:
Ryan Morgan - guitar, vocals
E.W. Harris - guitar, synths, iPad riffs, ideas, a good deal of singing and various noisemaking
Brandon Wilde - bass
Justin Storer - drums, percussion
Bryan Rogers - keyboards, vocals on 'The King Is Dead'

FEATURING:
Manquillan Minniefee - slide guitar on 'Maricopa,' slide & vocals on '12FlOz'
Warren Malone - vocals on 'Goodbye Amy,' guitar on 'Lester'
Niall Connolly - guitar on 'Your Idiot Friend'
Galia Arad - vocals on 'Goodbye Amy,' 'Medellin,' & 'Lester'
Casey Black - additional percussion on 'Maricopa', 'Chivalry Is Dead Pt II' & '12FlOz'
Kaila & The Occupiers - featured vocals on 'Chivalry Is Dead Pt. I'



All songs written by Ryan Morgan except 'Your Idiot Friend vs. 200 Years of Darwin,' written by Niall Connolly and 'Drags On,' written by Chris Michael


Recorded, Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by E.W. Harris at SCIFidelity Studios in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, New York, 2011-12.

Artwork by Don Paris Schlotman.

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Track Name: Maricopa, AZ
In Maricopa, Arizona, Orion hangs so low it seems
I could pull down his belt and hang myself like David Carradine.
The sheriff's got the reputation as the meanest one around.
He comes from Springfield, Massachussetts but he's damn sure local now.

He's got the women all in chain gangs, and Mexicans in tents.
In Maricopa, that's enough to win him fifty-six per-cent.

Get down.

We all drink whiskey and tequila at the old corner saloon,
but there ain't enough liquor to get her lips to move.
And when the wind comes whipping 'round, the guilt all flies up with the dust.
The shit in attics and in cupboards and padlocked dirty drunks.

Nobody asks in Maricopa, because nobody wants to know.
El Chupacabra just retired to the house on down the road.

Now, get down.

Them unmarked vans speed down the highway down on Route 141,
but just like Icarus before them, they ain't no match for the sun.
And when the chaplain comes to visit with his oil and his cough,
there's no-one left in Maricopa with the cash to pay him off.

All the machinery's blown over, the trains are off the tracks,
Maricopa came from dust and Maricopa's going back.

Now, get down.
Track Name: TX Ashes
If I get a little money, I'll buy a house in Texas and burn it to the ground.
Watch the wind pick up the embers, and spread the goddamn ashes for miles and miles around.

She thinks the good lord can get me through this,
but the good lord ain't nowhere in sight.
She says the good lord can pull me through this,
but I ain't got the luxury of thinking she's right.
Least of all tonight.

Anytime I get some loving, I wake up in the morning and hitchhike out of town.
See, I ain't no good for you. It's something that I thought would be obvious by now.

She thinks that our love can get us through this,
but I'm too old to think that's true.
She says to me, 'baby please don't do this,'
I said it's all that I know how to do
is walk out on you.

Anytime I get some whiskey, I open up the bottle and drink until I drown.
Let them Texas ashes cover instinct for self-destruction
and fade without a sound.

I'll never make it out alive.
Track Name: Goodbye Amy
There ain't twenty-four hours of news,
but folks got to stay occupied.
So we broadcast every bruise
and post every suicide.

And we're still not happy.
We're still not satisfied.
There's another demise on the horizon
to fill up our tedious lives.

Goodbye, Amy. I'll miss you so much.

She'll feel so fucking used,
indisposed and broken.
The heroin and the muse
with her pipes still smoking.

There never was money
in her getting clean.
So she died a hundred times
in checkout magazines.

Goodbye, Amy. I'll miss you so much.
Track Name: Medellin
I spent my days on the west side of the river,
north side of the neighborhood, south side of town.

And there were afternoons in the red brick cathedral
when I didn't want nobody else around.

There's a candy man on the corner by the bank,
a guy that I came to know.

He sells gum and cigarettes, chocolate and ecstasy
and five-gram vials of blow.

When I leave Medellin, you know, I'm gonna get clean.
Gonna get clean when I go.

Well, I spent some nights on the east side of the river,
where they dance on the tables and the music is loud.

And they were handing out guaro in little plastic glasses
until they emptied their bottles out into the crowd.

I tried to breath through my nose, but it was raining in the smoking room.
Went to the yellow altar where everyone bows.

When I leave Medellin, you know, I'm gonna get clean
and I'm only gonna breathe in my mouth.

Well, we know that it's dangerous,
rum cures the hangovers
and we'll all quit smoking when we get home.

Yeah, when we leave Medellin, you know, we're gonna get clean.
Gonna get clean when we go.
Track Name: The King Is Dead
The apocalypse, it came to Cleveland early.
And it started down on George Washington Square.
It's a couple hundred miles to Indiana,
but just a block down to the tavern on St. Clair.

And the Goodtimes' sitting anchored in the water,
letting Erie rust away now at its hull.
And the pyramid that overlooks the city
just reminds us we once had rock and roll.

Old glory hangs there fading on the tower,
too damn numb to even feel the fear.
But if you've got a couple twenties and an hour,
you can buy it by the gram down at the pier.

And you can smell that faded commerce down on Lakeside,
and see it passed out down at Public Square.
But you can't hear a goddamn thing except the seagulls
when their voices don't get trapped in heavy air.

And the Goodtimes' sitting anchored in the water,
letting Erie rust away now at its hull.
And the pyramid that overlooks the city
don't seem to know shit about rock and roll.

The apocalypse, it came to Cleveland early.
And they're rubber-stamping freedom for the fare.
At least the Cuyahoga got its fire,
because there ain't nothing but ashes in the air.

And the good times, they all left us for Miami
where the sun shines in ways we'll never know.
And the pyramid that overlooks the city
don't seem to know shit about rock and roll.
Track Name: Your Idiot Friend vs. 200 Years of Darwin
Picasso's painting portraits now,
the pregnant woman's crying
I adjust my headphones to drown out the sirens

as your private catastrophe unfolds on my homepage
if I had a hammer, would you bring the cross and nails?

I used to be a man of my word.

Here comes the genie with his wishes, and his o-so-tragic lamp.
You better listen, listen, listen to the conditions attached.

There's a price for everything, yeah, the piper's always paid,
if you're dressing up for candy, oh, you're dressing to get laid.

I used to be a man of my word.

Your idiot friend dissolves 200 years of Darwin,
call it progress, call it choice, but we're hunching down again.

Don't ask for my opinion, you always hated all things fake.
oh, I must be your true friend, it sure hurts to see you fail.

I used to be a man of my word.

He's stumbling and he's slurring now, demented and unhinged.
She's dancing like an accident already happening.

Oh, please don't make me do it, I can't bear that hateful hymn,
but you've got to keep them drinking, boy, so shut up and sing.

I used to be a man of my word.

He's painting portraits for stray dollars for the fat tourists on the bridge,
and I can't drown out her hollers but I never stop trying.

I missed you this morning, there's no telling when it comes.
These trophies of our freedom won at the cost of love.

I used to be a man of my word.
Track Name: Eli
Eli, when you come to Denver, you could stay at my place.
We can turn off our phones and find out what we've been missing while you've been away.
I could sink my teeth in
your imagination.

Eli, I am up against it when it comes to you.
I'm up to my throat already but I'll sink on deeper if you want me to.
I'm not bothered.
Fill my lungs with water,

and show me what I'm missing, Eli.

Eli, I would give you everything that's left of me.
We could dig until we find some indication of what I believe.
Fight my intuitions,
burn my inhibitions,

show me what I'm missing, Eli.

Eli, when you come to Denver, you should stay in my room.
I wanna find out if everything I've thought about you has been true.
Feel your breath on my neck,
and your thoughts on my breath.

Show me what I'm missing, Eli.
Track Name: 12FlOz
Ricky didn't come out until he was 25
because he didn't wanna do it while his dad was still alive.
I said, 'how'd you go so long without losing your mind?'
And he said he did it 12 fluid ounces at a time.

And you would not believe
how much my mouth can bleed.
But don't bring me any gauze, mama, I'll be all right.
If I lose 12 fluid ounces, I'm even on the night.

Jonny's got them means, but he ain't never had his ends.
He's good at writing books, but he is shit at keeping friends.
He says every day's a long, slow suicide
and he's gonna do it 12 fluid ounces at a time.

You would not believe
how much my mouth can bleed.
But don't bring me any gauze, mama, I'll be all right.
If I lose 12 fluid ounces, I'm even on the night.

There ain't no need to call no doctors, mama, I'm doing fine.
Gonna fill my veins back up,
and I'm gonna fill my brains back up
12 fluid ounces at a time.
Track Name: Lester
Lester left a bomb at his old house,
wrapped up like a Christmas present.
Blow it up from the inside out,
and he did it the only way that he knew how.

Melanie was lost in Lester's room,
found a box with her name on it.
Black ink on pink silicon
and some double-a batteries that said 'Who's Laughing Now?'

And late that night,
when Melanie was alone,
the bomb went off, the bomb went off
and the neighbors ran,
picked up the phone,
and called 911, called 911,
and the flames shot up into the sky,
so Lester won, ol' Lester won.

Lester turned himself in last week.
He drove up to the police station
in a car full of gunpowder and cheap
champagne to give him back the balls he lost.

He said, 'no. I don't regret what I done.'
And with shaky hands all fingerprinted,
he said his last goodbyes to the sun
and recited all the stations of the cross.

And late that night,
when Lester was alone,
the bomb went off, the bomb went off
inside his dreams,
the restless drone
of pride undone, of pride undone
and the flames shot up into the sky
so Lester won, ol' Lester won.
Track Name: Chivalry Is Dead Pt III (Drags On)
As the cat stalks through the night
on padded feet through the cold moonlight,
I've seen visions of an angel's face
while the ghosts of tomorrow gone to waste.

I'd follow you anywhere,
leave a trail of breadcrumbs through your hair,
and loneliness, like time, just drags on.

Day breaks through like a nighttime scream,
and I'm still somewhere in between
early last night, and late last week
like a hard-up gambler on a losing streak,

it doesn't seem to matter what I do.
Well I do my best just for you,
and I sit and play my songs with the curtains drawn.
And loneliness, like time, just drags on.
Yeah, loneliness, like time, just drags on.

I believe you wanted me just like I wanted you.
Someday, we'll slip away. Make our escape, just us two.
And we'll be together just like a song.
Time stands guard like a soldier at the gates of dawn.
And loneliness, like time, just drags on.

Through the day, I'll bundle up
against the cold of a coffee cup.
Through the steam, I'll dream of you
and try to think of better things to do.

Sit and stare, sing and play,
it's all I've ever done anyway,
and I feel like my last days are here when no one's home.
And loneliness, like time, just drags on.
I sit and play in the dark with the curtains drawn,
and loneliness, like time, just drags on.