by Warren Malone

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4 blocks from the hospital 2 Blocks from the park Can’t hear the sirens For the jackhammers digging up the side walk They’re digging graves on Broadway They’re digging graves on Amsterdam Because The park is overflowing Whatcha think of that Michigan? You can’t get your nails done Or your mullet trimmed and bleached Nothings open for such necessities In the city that never sleeps But the night sky is still flashing It’s flashing Red it’s flashing blue It’s a bumpy ride On the upper west side Just pray that hole is not for you Michigan Oh Michigan Stand proud with your maga hats on Michigan oh Michigan Stand proud with your semi automatic guns You already fired of your first round The moment you open you mouth to preach But just ask the guys working outside It’s no fun digging graves in the street
2020 went from Zero to 60 Hotter than the crack of a whip Black lives matter over shadowed That Covid son of a bitch The whole world was reeling As the plague was stealing lives Just snatching them up But then a white mans knee, On a black mans neck Marked the moment we’d re write the book And it’ll be written in blood On the skin of the white mans back And if you don’t like the way that it reads Well just rewrite it with the bull whips crack It aint nothing new Its just history repeating itself But we couldn’t read the feed We just watched it bleed Red on black But the message was clear Under the glow of the big white moon “Grab another beer, sit down here Play another fiddle tune” They hand them high in the woods They hang them low by the courthouse steps White racist mother fuckers Bible bashing Hitler lovers History will never forget Ok Back to the plague: I guess the planet couldn’t find a mask Cos the earth is just coughing itself inside out Its 90 in the shade Still it’s the coldest of days But you can warm your hand on the buildings burning down Cos all hell just broke loose Spat out its germs and dressed them all up in blue If you thought they’d come to save ya Cos they’re on their best behavior Think again black boy, they’re coming for you And they’re coming for you first So let the cameras roll They’re coming out swinging Let the cameras roll They’re coming out shooting Praying for looting Let the cameras roll For a second they looked almost human But they were just mourning the loss of their Beloved, choke-hold It’s a video game And we know who’s in control That white racist mother fucker Bible bashing Hitler lover In that house that’s supremely Whiter than whiter than white
The 2020 nonsenselist sits unfinished Beside its prepaid if in the States Envelope that is most definitely white Unlike The skin or blood of anyone Who doesn't fit tight - in the boxes just right Are you Part of the mass or part the massacred? A native tribe? There's a whole list of them And White means just about anything But it's unclear if it means Jew Me, my father and grandfather Would be in different boxes in the 2020 nonsenselist Which line should i follow My Irish, Asian or English? But come on that's an easy one Ask any Irish American Who’s never been back to the homeland The rolling lilting greenlands They define me by my accent But the forget they were once Black Or at best just Black turned inside out That wasn’t in the pamphlet that was handed out On the boat to Ellis island I guess My blood Took a different boat than the blood you cling to Top of the whites in the 2020 nonsenselist Is German, and get this You are most definitely welcome But here Is the catch, Not if you were caught with a finger on the switch Of the chamber in Auschwitz Which apparently did not even exist Just like the jews Who are not on this nonsenselist Just like Global warming And Pandemics and unheeded warnings Or the bodies in mass graves on Hart island Which despite the late coming - of spring - are not yet cold There's a box for Africans And African Americans Or blacks from wherever they’re from Noone really cares or really knows? Because you’re good, your safe Remember you were once slaves There will always be a cage Waiting here for you Because You Are the true American Dream The great big black shiny Money machine Can you believe the Italians made the white cut? I guess historys memory is pretty short And Lebanese? Please? Iranians? Jeez? You couldn't make this shit up Did anyone think to ask them what they thought? This 2020 nonsenselist is so blatantly Racist Here, get this They just don't want the Mexicans and There's no mention of jews I Guess I'll mark myself as English Make it easy for you to just dismiss Any heritage any lineage That you are so desperate to cling to I've filled in the names and ages But i still got 3 empty pages Of white boxes And i really haven't got a clue I guess if my accent is English Then my kids must be English So how come my wife is still a jew? Her kids are now English Her husband is only English She's got a pen in her hand Oh my what's jewish girl to do? But I almost forgot why I started this rant Forgot what this 2020 nonsenselist is really about No need to worry protest or shout They don’t want any Of us Because We’re just similar enough They just don’t want the Mexicans The Hispanics or the Latin ones They work way too hard They have too much fun But they’re small so you can fit More of them in a pit Of all of our shit And pay them a pitance To clean it all up A white skinned red haired irish girl - English A sallow skinned jewish asian boy- English A sometimes brown in the summertime Paler in the winter time jewish wife - Fuck it! English Keep your head down Forget you were once brown Wouldn't life be easier in black and white?
Me and my son who is 16 years old Just happened to be listening to Neil Young Today This very morning And there was the warning From what? 40, maybe 45 years ago The needle and the damage done And he was just talking about heroin Not the really lethal shit Household cleaners lysol, bleach Whatever you've got - whatevers within reach Just grab Whatever is under the kitchen sink But the AIDs junkies in the 80s already ran those tests And God knows those tests were not the best I guess HIV wasn't instantly lethal enough - So they reached for real fast acting stuff Kills over 99% of germs DEAD! And it's true It said on the bottle Its was on TV But it never said it could cure HIV Its past noon Now and i've caught up with the feed on my screen Seems that Trump is now finally making good use of his PhD-ream He's always been a fan of the the big big lights And his uncle was smart so we will be alright Don't worry America you can sleep tight tonight The cure came to him right there on the podium Live on TV we all saw him He just open his trap and that was that UV lights, needles, lysol and bleach Who knew the solution was just within reach? Fauci should had just consulted the housewife's handbook Saved us all a few billion bucks Come on, come on open it up, Come on, let's take a look No not that page that's for cleaning pans And that page shows you how to hide your head in the sand You thought for sure The cure For cancer would be right in front of you Oh, it's probably in Volume 2 Anyway just turn on the big lights Go lie in the sun We've got needles to buy There's much more damage to be done.
There’s a mouse in the house of the Lord Armed with a cheese grater and a bloody sword Six legs, 3 eyes He eats camembert he eats pussy cat pie He’s got a seat at the head of the table God just stood up and walked away Shaking his head Saying “how did it come to this? The rats are going to be pissed And who’s going to put the holes in the Swiss? What a mess How did it come to this?”


Yesterday I woke to the sound of Jackhammers in the middle of a Covid-19 lockdown, and was inspired to write the first poem on this album.
I woke today to the sound of sirens which is the new and almost normal soundtrack of the city now, and decided to spend the day making an album of words unsung. I was informed by my wife while in the middle of this project that April was actually poetry month (who Knew?).
for better or for worse I made this - an album that's a bit talky.
Thanks for looking.


released April 19, 2020

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Warren Malone New York, New York

"Warren Malone has created an absolutely amazing album.“And The Ants Ate The Bee” never sounds the same twice/absolutely spellbinding/each listen feels fresh and different/The album is like a audio kaleidoscope/And then there’s that voice…an entirely unique instrument that sounds like a slightly androgynous soul singer/this album deserves repeated spins."
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