Engines

by Blue Food

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oguz286 A beautiful mixture of funky freshness. Favorite track: Boogiemen.
Nicolas RESSOT
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Nicolas RESSOT Ah mes aïeux ! ça faisait longtemps que je n'avais pas groové comme ça ! Ce disque m'a mis les fourmis dans les jambes et, qui plus est, évite le trop de répétitions inhérent au genre. Bref, tout simplement funk groovy prog ! Favorite track: Waterwalking.
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Spicy Wolf I decided to give this album a try because Odin Alvarez, the drummer from Thank You Scientist, plays on it, and I am glad that I did! Blue Food is what happens when you take funk music and inject it with a nice dose of big band. Give them a try, I think you will be pleasantly surprised! Favorite track: Tête-À-Tête.
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Relieve the shoulders of Atlas.

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released August 31, 2012

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Odin Alvarez - Drums
Michael Carolan - Trumpet
Angel Eduardo - Voice
Jeremy Gorin - Saxophone
Wilhelmus Sapanaro - Bass
Miles Ungar - Guitar
Chris Winn - Trombone

All songs © 2012 Blue Food
Performed and produced by Blue Food
Written by O. Alvarez, M. Carolan, A. Eduardo, J. Gorin, W. Sapanaro, M. Ungar & C. Winn

Recorded 27 February 2011 - 1 April 2012 at The Ungarground II, Edison, NJ

Engineered by Miles Ungar
Mixed by Rick Warren - rickwarrenmusic.com
Mastered by Tom Waltz - waltzmastering.com

Executive Producer & Legal Consultant: Paul B. Ungar, Esq. - paulbungar.com

Album artwork by Anastasia Panagakos
Packaging design and art direction by Angel Eduardo
Printing by Hellman Production - hellmanproduction.com

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Blue Food is funk for the 21st century. A 7-piece prog/funk/rock outfit, creating eclectic, powerful music fusing elements of funk, rock, metal, jazz, and everything in between.

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Track Name: Boogiemen
It’s 3 A.M. and you can’t sleep
‘Cause the boogiemen are on the TV screen
A thousand channels, and in HD
But fear’s the only frequency

You shiver, you shudder, you
Toss and turn under the covers, you
Lock the door, shut the windows and close your blinds
And then you hear a creaking in the floor
A bony finger scratching at the door
And a voice under the bed is whispering,

“Tell me, is that frightening?
Are you terrified yet?”

As the talking heads deliver the night news feed
Something’s festering underneath
And then in every corner the shadows creep
Making sure you’re horrified and glued to your seat

Tell me, is that frightening?
Are you terrified yet?
Tell me, is that frightening?
Are you terrified yet?

You won’t mind your living hell
You’re too busy scared to death
What should really get you petrified and pale
Is that the boogiemen are all just in your head

You stammer, you stutter, you
Can’t seem to find the words to utter, you
Become a slave to the chill going up your spine
And you’re so scared of what goes on outside
The horror movie that’s become your life
That you’re welcoming the wool they’re pulling up and over your eyes

You won’t mind your living hell
You’re too busy scared to death
What should really get you petrified and pale
Is that the boogiemen are all just in your head
You just can’t be rational when you’re about to piss yourself
Don’t you know that in darkness dwell the fears of men?
Shine the light of right of mind and they disappear

All your fears are reflections of yourself
Tell me, what’s so frightening?
Terrifying?
Petrifying?
Horrifying?

Illuminate the terrors in your mind and you’ll shine
For all your shadows shatter in the light
Just shine
Illuminate the terrors in your mind and you’ll shine
For all your shadows shatter in the light
Just shine
Just shine
Track Name: Chef!
He’s got his mind marinating
Simmering on the low flame of thought
A spirit bubbling in the heat of the moment
And he’s stirring it up
I said, he’s stirring it up
He’s cookin’ up a recipe for the ages
Taking this, that, anything and everything
He’ll slice it up, and dice it up, and toss it up and into the pot
Now he’s serving it up
I said, he’s serving it up
I said, he’s serving it up

(With a dash of courage and a pinch of pride)

Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen?
A ticking time bomb for your tongue
Can’t stand the heat, then get out
When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping
He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful
Can’t stand the heat, then get out

He’s got a room full of drooling mouths waiting
To slurp, suck, swallow, and devour whatever he’s got
If you’ve got yourself a dish you think can hold a candle
Well, I said, serve it up, now, sucka
I said serve it up

(With two parts heart and three parts mind)

Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen?
A ticking time bomb for your tongue
Can’t stand the heat, then get out
When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping
He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful
Can’t stand the heat, then get out

Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen?
A ticking time bomb for your tongue
Can’t stand the heat, then get out
When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping
He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful
Can’t stand the heat, then get out

Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen?
A ticking time bomb for your tongue
Can’t stand the heat, then get out
When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping
He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful
Can’t stand the heat, then get out
Track Name: Tête-À-Tête
You ain’t heard of a suicide quite like mine
‘Cause I never feel as alive as when I’m on either side
Of an intellectual tête-à-tête
Of a moral, ethical argument
Where both heads can give as good as they get
And come driven by a mutual intent
What the Greeks would call a glorious death, but strictly in the figurative

To lose is to learn
To lose is to learn
To lose is to learn

Because tension’s what creation is
A confluence of different voices
So let’s get a jam session in, whatever your instrument is
And let’s harmonize in our dissonance
And we’ll come to find it all complements
Things like “wrong” and “right” are irrelevant
When we’ve crucified our narcissist
Bring our song up to that perfect pitch
And we’ll know we’ve played some funky shit

To blend is to birth
To blend is to birth
To blend is to birth

To lose is to learn
To blend is to birth
To lose is to learn
To blend is to birth
To lose is to learn
To blend is to birth
Track Name: Waterwalking
Blown back in my wake as I “waterwalk” into your daydream
‘Cause you can’t
You can’t tell the puddle you’re in from the sea
See, what keeps you in the kiddie pool is some notion that you’re a fool
And that I’m spoon-bending
Levitating
Coming up from some higher school

Wake up, now
Wake up, now
Hey!
You know, I’m not some miracle
I’m not
I’m not walking on water
You know, I’m not on some spiritual trip
I’m just
I said, I’m just the only one who bothers

Puking in your suit as I “waterwalk” into your boardroom
‘Cause you can’t
You can’t tell a paycheck from a prison cell
See, what keeps you grinning greedy is some notion that you’re winning
And that I’m daydreaming
Stagnating
Working through a rebellious phase

Wake up, now
Wake up
Hey!
No, it’s not so simple
I’m not
Said, I’m not just another rebel
No, it’s a matter of principle
I’m just
Said, I’m just trying to get better
No, I’m not some miracle
I’m not
Said, I’m not walking on water
No, I’m not on some spiritual trip
I’m just
Said, I’m just the only one who bothers

You can bend spoons and change your tune
You can break out if you want to
You can learn to lose your suit
All it takes is some resolve to
You can bend spoons and change your tune
You can break out if you want to
You can learn to lose your suit
All it takes is some resolve to

In over your head and puking in your suit
‘Cause you can’t
You can’t tell that there’s no difference between me and you
And what keeps you shallow swimming
And what keeps you bottom feeding
Is that you’re thinking distance
While I’m constantly pushing
“Waterwalking” through life, yeah
“Waterwalking” through life, yeah
Track Name: Engine of the World
Well, it’s a lonely road taking sides with an abstraction
To be loyal to principles and holding reason as your compass
And you’ll find your words bouncing off the walls obstructing progress
It may feel futile but a restlessness prohibits your inaction

A man of mind plowing through the mires of apathy and silence
Through a sea of souls, somnambulant and
Willing their heads into the sand
They polarize at the sight of any sign of any kind of opposition
Grip their habit tight and kick and scream in separation

So, the only route
The way, it seems
Is to be the change we wish to see
To beat a path and prove it can be followed

Singing, “I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world”
Singing, “I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world”

You transcend yourself when devoted to an ideal
You become much more than flesh and bones and impermanence, yeah
Just keep treading on
Steadfast, confident, relentless
Pushing what moves the earth well past the goal, and then keep on going

‘Cause each one of us holds the torque and key
It’s just a matter of firing it up and being
True to heart and mind in the frontiers of questioning

Singing, “I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world”
Singing, “I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world”

Sing it!

I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas

Singing, I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world
Sing it!
I wanna be
I’m gonna be the engine of the world
I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world
I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world
(I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world)
I wanna be
I wanna be the engine of the world)

Keep that engine rollin'
Train kept a’rollin’
Keep that engine
Heart and mind
Keep that engine rollin'
Train kept a’rollin’
Keep that engine
Heart and mind
You’ve got to start with yourself, brother
You’ve got to
You’ve got to start with yourself, brother
Said, I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Relieve the shoulders of Atlas
Prrrrup, dup dup dup
Prrrrup, dubbadeedup
Woo!
Track Name: Blizzard in a Sphere
A boy shuts his door and switches on the sun
Opens up a window in a windowless wall
Any landscape, any scene he likes
He flies without the wind, climbs mountains without the frostbite

An endless view hidden in the blankest stare
No thoughts, no concerns, no cares

The boy holds the world in the cradle of his palm
A liquid air surrounds a tiny plastic town
The boy gives a shake, sending shimmers afloat
Covering it all in a blanket of faux snow

Boy builds a blizzard in a sphere
A makeshift microcosm that takes him far away from here

He just sits still but travels miles and miles
Never paying mind to all the snow falling outside

Boy builds a blizzard in a sphere
A makeshift microcosm that takes him far away from here
Track Name: Mamihlapinatapai
Instrumental
Track Name: Seeds
Under our barren land there’s subtle movement
A budding change
A bloom unfurling
In due time they’ll slowly surface
To spread their seed and shift perspectives
Taking care to carry us with them

And their roots will anchor their new way
As they venture across the expanse
Of our brightening potential
Vivid and lush with promise
But here in our sullen wasteland
The sum of our graces fallen
Sowing our futures into the mirror
Of all our discontent
We search for a horizon in the desert that clouds our vision
We sit and can’t help but wonder, what are they waiting for?

We’ll hear them whisper through our breathing winter,
“We’re here gestating
Lying, waiting

For our time
For the right time to rise
For our time
For the right time to rise”

Well, it’s about time
Said, it’s the right time to rise
Track Name: Joker Face
Here I am, sitting in a seedy downtown bar
The Joker deals the cards, yeah
A chalk white face, a purple suit and shiny wing tips, yeah
A Glasgow smile and a Cuban cigar, now

He said, “I’ll see your raging ambition and I’ll raise you sedition
Who says you can’t have a little bit of fun?”
I said, “I’m calling—all in—so may the best hand dealt win”
He said, “Son, it was over long before it began

See, sonny, you’ve gotta learn to play a little dirty
Straight shootin’ only makes it easier for me to win it
Deep down you must have known the tables would turn
‘Cause I rigged the deck and a full house beats your two pair”

He said, “You’ve got something to learn, boy
It’s dog-eat-dog in this world
Get this and get ahead”

But that’s so cynical
That’s so cynical

“Well, well, well,” I said, “I see you need a little regulation, yeah
I’ll be dealing ‘em myself from now on, yeah”
He said, “I’ll see your optimism and I’ll raise you religion
See, every good idea just goes wrong

This game goes much deeper than the dealin’
Bad beats are fairy tales designed to keep you playin’
Deep down you must have known you don’t have a chance
I’ve got an ace up my sleeve, now read ‘em and weep”

He said, “Try all you want to control, boy
As long as you play it by the book you’ll be drawing dead
You’ll find it’s all just a joke, boy, and the best poker face is a smile
That’s just the way it is”

Well I don’t care about how it is, only how I want it to be
I don’t help things exist if I don’t like what they mean
So you’re the only card game in town, but fair’s just not how you play
I’ll fold for now and I’ll go start my own game

I just don’t care how it is, that’s not how I want it to be
I don’t help things exist if I don’t believe in what they mean
So you’re the only card game around, but I don’t like how you play
I’ll fold for now and I’ll go start my own game

‘Cause I’m not so cynical
Not so cynical
Hoo-ah!
Track Name: Alchemists
A random roach motel’s bedside table
Therein lies the key to my master plan
Brown and leather-bound, beside the Bible
Inscribed under the title, it says, “Placed by The King of Salem”

I’m spreading the word, just like a Gideon
An alchemist in the lull
Trying to turn leaden souls into gold

Coelho’s masterwork
Santiago’s fable
Left inside the nightstand
Room after room before the unsuspecting eyes
Of mourning sleepers
Should they look inside
They’ll find their dream is alive

I’m spreading the word, just like a Gideon
A word I’m hoping they’ll learn
And the word is inspiration

‘Cause I’m leading a legion
I’ll be the white feather catalyst calling ‘em to unlock their desires
When you follow your legend, all the universe conspires to attain it

All you need is a spark
An inspirational thought
For the flame of fulfillment to start
All you need is a spark
For the flame of fulfillment to start

Because the world is brimming full of sullen wanderers
Dragging their feet through their self-imposed exiles
Buckling under the weight
Of their growing fear to fail
Feeling gray and aged—and hard to wake

‘Cause I’m leading a legion
I’ll be the white feather catalyst calling ‘em to unlock their desires
When you follow your legend, all the universe conspires to attain it

All you need is a spark
An inspirational thought
For the flame of fulfillment to start

The years pass and I’m carrying out my plan
I find myself in a room I’ve never been
I open the drawer to find the good book’s already inside

Someone’s spreading the word
(All you need’s a spark)
Just like the King of Salem
(Inspirational thought)
Another Alchemist in the lull
(Turn leaden souls to gold)
Proving there’s a spark and the flame’s ‘bout to come

We’re spreading the word
Just like the King of Salem
A word we’re hoping you’ll learn
And the word is inspiration

And the word is inspiration
And the word is inspiration
Track Name: The Revolution Will Be CGI
Quiet on the set!

Take one of the revolution
The scene is set, script is read, blocking is down
But you’re staring out into the lens
Stuck, stiff, emotionless, and tongue-tied

Can I get some motivation here?
Where’s all your passion?
Where’s your conviction?
It takes a little more than reciting lines to play a part

Cut!

Take two of the revolution
Lights, camera, more inaction
We’re callin’ in the make-up crew
To force your face to feign interest

Can I get a stunt heart in here?
This bag of bones can’t be bothered to breathe or beat
Isn’t there an actor here who can act alive?

I’ve got an open mind for comments and rewrites
But without a rising action there’s no dénouement

You want revolution without leaving your chair
But you’re broke if you bargain with what isn’t there
I’m tired of appealing to your better angels
We can’t wrap production unless you act

I saw the best minds of my generation lost to lethargy

We’re losing light and our budget’s tight
And your best work so far is on the cutting room floor

Mamihlapinatapai
Mamihlapinatapai
Mamihlapinatapai
Mamihlapinatapai

What can I expect from you when your demo reel’s a still frame?
No one can direct you but yourself
But yourself
I can’t expect much from you when your method is rigor mortis
No one can incite you but yourself
But yourself

Take three of the revolution
Green screens and 3-D motion-capture
The camera’s shooting emptiness
A void we’ll fill in post-production

Animate a human right here
Perfect his speech and program some feeling in
The revolution will not be live, but CGI

You talk evolution but I’ve seen this before
You passed your audition on anger alone
But your crippled complacence makes your trailer a hearse
You’re much less Guevara than Hearst

You want revolution without leaving your chair
But you’re broke if you bargain with what isn’t there
So sick of appealing to your better angels
We’re wrapping production until you act

(Mamihlapinatapai
Mamihlapinatapai
Mamihlapinatapai
Mamihlapinatapai)

Quiet on the set!