Soapbox

by Kito Peters

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1.
02:56
Soap Box i’m filled with a ranting no one wants to hear so i keep it to myself how cataclysm’s near i could scream and holler but what would be the point if i told them what i see i’d empty out the joint used to crave the soap box spoke out every day but lately when i look around got nothing left to say 2x it’s an art to listen to open space inside but we’re mostly screaming now itching to collide each of us a fortress a cactus spinning wheels watching murders on tv prepping for our deals chorus 2x i dream of an island someplace with no one there sure it might get lonely but i don’t even care used to crave the soap box spoke out every day but lately when i look around got nothing left to say 2x
2.
Off The Reservation i pined through the window for a freight train headed south when they tried to call the guard i smacked him in the mouth i meant to sleep in memphis to hear that blues guy sing but when i went to pay in full they’d sold off everything off the reservation my spirit found its place buffered by those cottonwoods i’ve lived with my disgrace my mother tried to tell me i always tuned her out the money vanished long ago now we just shared the doubt i went down to see her before she finally passed she stared through her one good eye said here’s the truth at last chorus all the mirrors shattered it was such a perfect storm i heard my reflection ask can outlaws still reform off the reservation my spirit found its place buffered by those cottonwoods i’ve lived with my disgrace 2x
3.
02:26
The General i am well defended with a squad of troops in place and i wear that hockey mask a dark grin on its face i believe in violence the anarchy of greed no more frigging nanny state just go grab what you need they call me the general i sell the gangs the guns once i lay the boxes down i promise we’re the ones the bishop came to see us with some hookers in a rolls he counted out the money first before he blessed our souls i still read the comics and then we bump and grind only flies and rubble left the bodies dumped behind chorus no one now’s a hero raised pitiless and cruel if you’re seeking haven here my brother you’re a fool they call me the general i sell the gangs the guns once i lay the boxes down i promise we’re the ones
4.
02:54
Tango it was not the amber sunset led him to rejoice it was not the perfect passion in her angel voice it was not the taste of sugar led him to give thanks it was not the scent of money piled up in the banks being loves its being an avalanche of sense we live in our atom dance a tango so immense it was not the hearth and family it was not the love of crowds it was not the hint of quiet gratitude aroused he was just another creature ruled like us by sight and sound subject to the same surprise when grace flared back around chorus it was not the revelation it was not a magic kiss there was no apt explanation for a flash like this being loves its being an avalanche of sense we live in our atom dance a tango so immense 2x
5.
04:02
Reunion i went there to see them the ghostly boys of youth what we had were memories some heartful kind of truth it had been a battle we scrambled for the top came the day of cap and gown the savage elbows stopped now i feel the engine we hurtle down the track fading light behind us all and there’s no going back we convene like veterans returning to the site time has worn some edges off we laugh into the night and we recall the crucible those phantoms bittersweet brought together one more time a cycle near complete chorus i mourn winged chariots and who we once had been time rests undefeated no way mere flesh can win where we ran like children just shadow boys remain we invoke an ancient world that we cannot regain chorus
6.
The Regime Of Stuff love seems so old fashioned caring quaint as cash big box suckers born each day near castles in the trash we defile the little orb to crank out dreams to sell money chasing margin blips a high tech kind of hell we can never have enough stuck in the regime of stuff we will never have enough in shackles to the stuff now you wonder what went wrong and blindly you debate was it tweedle dum or dee who first unleashed the hate meanwhile we grow closer to the breaking down of all only one thing matters here as we drop in free fall chorus i woke in the garden such fragrance in the fruit i had dreamed of plastic seas and rising piles of loot we can never have enough stuck in the regime of stuff we will never have enough in shackles to the stuff
7.
Can’t Happen Here i walked proud in Abe’s parade he wore that stovepipe hat i made he’d just won a second time sad eyes high above the grime i ate corn at Wounded Knee my nieces slept in the teepee the cavalry no real concern we still had some things to learn we agreed no need to fear we said it can’t happen here from history we must awake soon the fragile walls could break i had breakfast in Berlin the day that they swore Hitler in i had business deals to do the sky a perfect frozen blue and i cleaned houses in Saigon one day all the whites were gone docile peasants can rebel and rout the kings of buy and sell chorus i sold chickens in Baghdad shock and awe much worse than bad of course they mostly wanted oil and testing death stars on our soil we agreed no need to fear we said it can’t happen here from history we must awake soon the fragile walls could break
8.
03:51
Compass i try to outrun the chaos plaster patches on the night words that cover up the darkness then again the babble’s might i have listened to the chanting felt the power in 3D it was not straight lines of logic something spiral spoke in me where’s that compass we can trust coaxing nectar from the dust spells that seem to bind the fear conjuring salvation here much of what they taught was rubbish not untrue but stripped and small rigid waltz and geometric far the quantum swirl of all mystic just another language moonbeam signal through the door keen to sense and feed the current patterns surging to the fore chorus we will never have the answer shifting paths that walk us home many ways to peel the cosmos double blinded and a poem where’s that compass we can trust coaxing nectar from the dust spells that seem to bind the fear conjuring salvation here
9.
03:24
Flood i didn’t know if by ice or by fire if hate would suffice or unchained desire meanwhile the waters crept up even higher the rain kept falling down up on the roof we prayed they would see all of us waving with nowhere to flee i saw the search light just swoop past me the rain kept falling down where is old noah when on comes the flood drowning the dreamscape of muscle and blood 2X i didn’t know what would happen that night when people get hungry who cares what’s right law of the jungle maybe just my fright the rain kept falling down has it come time when balance bends back a hydrant in heaven spews out an attack all my belongings now squeezed in a sack the rain kept falling down chorus the water indifferent so cold as it wrecks that rough god seeping to claim his effects right now there’s little our power protects the rain kept falling down where is old noah when on comes the flood drowning the dreamscape of muscle and blood 2X
10.
Imagining A Rose i can’t talk about it hey what would be the point sucked inside an undertow with heart all out of joint brothers in denial for who can stand the facts raising up the ante here a swarm of fresh attacks i pray for redemption that savior in torn clothes bathing in the black lagoon imagining a rose just stay optimistic that’s our basic creed the red stuff came from wardrobe they just appear to bleed and no one was indicted although i crossed a line penitent eternity the thorn of his design chorus no way i could fall this hard so many bowed before drinking up the final dregs dashed promise by the door i pray for redemption that savior in torn clothes bathing in the black lagoon imagining a rose
11.
02:37
Salvation violence of salvation buff angels dressed like thugs he was naked on the floor still glossy eyed with drugs they came here to help him at least that’s what they said then they hosed him down so hard he passed out on the bed a purgatory for the fool nailed against our golden rule he will learn how to amass tough love gonna save his ass oh the whiff of power that his brute salvation gave we were holy jailers now and him our pleading slave once he had been purified then we could lift his soul or maybe more importantly his broken pride our goal chorus yes he tried to tell us the bindings fit too tight but we were his angel lords and he passed in the night i went down to see him all decked out in the box finally he’d been exorcised and rescued from the pox chorus
12.
04:04
Midnight took the turn to midnight a spooky quiet road didn’t choose the harbor those lights on overload once you live at midnight your friends all stay away why you quit the boardwalk baby you can’t ever say it’s a lonely winter and then a fertile spring you professed the shadow and that changed everything language fails at midnight so you live there alone your most loved companions are faces carved in stone there’s a dawn at midnight though only in your mind hunting through the burnt out shapes you brace for what you’ll find chorus i walked back to midnight a decade passed or two then i really wasn’t sure of anything i knew it’s a lonely winter and then a fertile spring you professed the shadow and that changed everything

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Named Best CD of the Year by the 2019 New Mexico Music Awards.

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released December 8, 2018

We arranged, rehearsed, and recorded these tracks live during three August days in 2018 at The Kitchen Sink Studio in Santa Fe. A few elements were added later. Big thanks to the team of Ronnie Johnson, Jono Manson, Paul Pearcy, and Kevin Zoernig!

Ronnie Johnson - electric bass

Jono Manson - electric and acoustic guitars; backing vocals

Toni Morgan - backing vocals on 8

Paul Pearcy - drums

Kito Peters - lead vocals, acoustic guitar; backing vocals on 7 and 11

Kevin Zoernig - keyboards, accordion, omnichord, radio

Shouters on 6: Dave Davis, Ronnie Johnson, Chloe Lathrop, Jono Manson, Natanya Manson, Kito Peters, Lisa Rainbird, Caline Welles, Jackie Wooden


Songs by Kito Peters

Arranged by Ronnie Johnson, Jono Manson, Paul Pearcy, Kito Peters, and Kevin Zoernig

Recorded and mixed by Jono Manson at The Kitchen Sink, Santa Fe, NM

Produced by Jono Manson and Kito Peters

Mastered by Michael MacDonald at AlgoRhythms Mastering, Santa Fe, NM

Packaging design by Willy Magee Studio, www.mageestudio.com

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Kito Peters Santa Fe, New Mexico

Kito Peters has released (like doves!) quite a few CDs, has received a number of awards (including twice winning Best CD Of The Year from the New Mexico Music Awards), and has garnered his share of esoteric radio airplay. He is a big fan of Harry Bosch, Al Kaline, and Laura Nyro. ... more

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