MACHETES OF GOLD

Jetplane (take off)
Murder
Strangle, the Onion Boy
The Maharishi
Machetes Of Gold
The Monkey
Feelin' My Oats
Canadian Snorkler's Anthem
Jetplane (Landing)
Bootstraps

All Lyrics By The Oblivious Driver except "Machetes of Gold" by The Oblivious Driver and Wade Ryff

Jetplane (Takeoff)

Oh jet plane high in the sky where you move
oh jet plane skywrite some thing that will soothe
this ragged world below as you go.
now i've wandered ten million miles in my mind
and i've pondered how life without love
is a vacant hell that feels like dying,
no i ain't lying.

and i wonder if I'm far from the truth

cause i don't have a clue
how the hell you're supposed to
keep your cool
emotions get the best of me
it's true
emotions get the best of me and you

Guitar & Vocal – The Oblivious Driver

Murder

I got a sinister knife cutting right through my heart and my soul
i've been committing the crime in my mind every time i'm alone

if they only knew what i think
they would send my ass to the shrink
if they only knew what i think
they would send my ass to a hospital bed
strait-jacketed
where well trained nurses
would fill me with meds
ba-na-na-na-na-na-hey-yeah!

i'm dialing the line of the best private eye on the phone
hoping he'll find why the gun at my spine is my own

if they only knew what I think
they would send my ass to the shrink
if they only knew what I think
they would send my ass to a hospital bed
strait-jacketed
where well trained nurses
would fill me with meds
ba-na-na-na-na-na-hey-yeah!

where is my poem
when my rhythms are not one?
where is my soul
can you prove that I got one?
where is my home
when I'm stumbling empty and vacant?

it feels like murder…

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Lead Vocals & Guitar – The Oblivious Driver
Bass & Lead Guitar – Wade Joseph Ryff

Strangle, the Onion Boy

Well you're back in the shit hole
you've got to get a grip
you can't go jumping the ship
before you make the shore
this i know
the edge of a cliff is waiting for…
for you to slip
into that blackened abyss
and if you do then that's it
so tell your shoes and toes to mind the road
and all this i say to me although
it's in one ear and it's out the other now

so i let my body go
and give in to the flow
just where this road is going
i can't say that I know
i just blow on the dice and let it roll
let your body go
and give in to the flow
and just be who you are
cause you can be no more
and you know this for sure

well i'll tell you the trick
is in the flick of the wrist
go find a wastebasket bin
take a breath and cast away your past
into the can and turn and go
time and again
you'll catch that fist in the chin
but don't let that stop you friend
cheap shots are always par
for the course we are
and all this i say to me although
it's the one ear and it's out the other now

Drums & Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Lead Vocals – The Oblivious Driver
Bass, Guitar, Pianos, Organ, Glock – Wade Joseph Ryff

The Maharishi

Hearing it through a cheap kazoo
it's only advertising evil creams
hey are you're waking up?

all the fish have slit their wrists in
suicide beside the trash filled sea
hey are you waking up yet?

the maharishi was an old man
the maharishi came and told them
take a breath and let it go and
you'll find a spiritual world

but hear the honking of the horns and
see people fretting on their phones and
how're we supposed to find an om in
this hysterical world?

there's people walking around like they're all on a mission
and people talking about how it's too loud to listen
and people looking around for that something they're missing
but don't you ask em about what there's no time to mention

botox your smile in the grocery aisle
where those astounded crowds are hounding clowns
hey are you waking up?

penchanting piles of pedophiles
typing with hands in pants and curtains down
hey are you waking up yet?

(chorus)

why don't you
do what you're doing
if it feels all right while you're doing it
ba na na na na na na
oh why don't you go
say what you're saying if it feels all right
while you're saying it
ba na na na na na na
oh why don't you just
go where you're going
if it feels all right while you're going
ba na na na na na na
be what you're being
if it feels all right while you're being it
ba na na na na na na
oh why don't you just

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Lead Vocals – The Oblivious Driver
Bass, Guitar, Piano, Backups, Glock – Wade Joseph Ryff

Machetes Of Gold

Machetes of Gold by my side when i'm alone
it's my friend it's my guide it's the only thing i own
and you there in the blue chair im'a tell you till you're told
that it's better when you sever with machetes made of gold

you say you've got a steel one that your grandpa used in nam
but truth be told it is not gold and therefore's not the bomb

machetes of gold don't ask why you never knowed
back in grade school when they gave you those opinions that you hold
and you there looking too square let me tell you what i know
it's a pleasure when you sever with machetes made of gold

you say you've seen a sharp one when the gardener trims the hedge
but rest assured i'd still prefer the blade with golden edge

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Bass & Guitar – Wade Joseph Ryff
Lead Vocal – The Oblivious Driver
Violins - Deepak

The Monkey

Whose that grabbing the remote?
whose that dressing like the pope?
whose that fiending for a toke?
whose that swinging from a rope?

ooh hoo in the monkeys i behold
ooh hoo the shape of my own soul
but the only thing i got now left to show
are the knuckles that all used to hang so low

well the monkey don't die he's waiting for the moment to own
and the vine that he rides still swings in the valley below
so don't you go lying like the lion was the king of the code
when the monkey was the mind kicking jive in the jungles of old

boy you've got to differentiate the real
no sense tripping on your own damn peel

whose that singing with the band?
whose that trying to understand?
whose that following command?
whose that trying to be the man?

(Chorus)

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Lead Vocals, Backups, Guitar – The Oblivious Driver
Bass, Organ, Backups – Wade Joseph Ryff
Violin – Deepak (??????)

Feeling My Oats

I just got the notion
hear me out
when i'm feeling my "o"
to the "a"
to the "t" now
to the "s"
now what's that spell

there's no kangaroo that i can't out jump
no camel's back that i can't out hump
there's no pelican i can't out swoop
there's no Campbell's can i can't out soup

there's no bird's and bees i can't out fly
no Socrates that i can't out "Why?"
and no pirate's crew i can't out ship
no there ain't no shroom that i can't out trip

when i'm tapped in
and i'm feeling my oats

there ain't no player i can't outplay
there ain't no fish i can't filet
no and no bartender i can't outpour
no there ain't no fencer i can't out sword

there's no calculator i can't out divide
no Darth Vader i can't out dark-side
and there ain't no lock i can't out pick
and there ain't no cock i can't out dick

when i'm tapped in
and i'm feeling my oats

when i feel that funky breeze
lordy if i die then please
won't you reincarnate me
as a drum kicking the beat
c'mon

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Bass & Guitar – Wade Joseph Ryff
Lead Vocal & Lead Guitar – The Oblivious Driver


Canadian Snorkler's Anthem

Hey
you're never gonna be
sitting on a swing
cause there ain't a swing in the apple tree
someone on a mission
called a politician
and they took the old thing down now ooh yea
well you know you know they're gonna take it down
if they wanna take it down

hey
isn't it a shame
you'll never spend a day
sitting in the shade of the apple tree
someone from the factory
called a lumberjack and he
came and cut the old thing down now
well you know you know they're gonna take it down
if they wanna take it down

hey sitting in the street
fiending for a drink
fainting from the heat cause we got no trees
some kind of committee
came up with a city
and they turned the blue sky brown now ooh yea

hey floating on a raft
baby don't you laugh
don't you know my home's in the deep blue sea?
someone in the white house
melted all the ice now
all that i can do is drown now ooh yea

and you know when all the shit's going down
canada's the town
so grab a pink beach towel
for the extinct owl
surf's up for every eskimo
hang 10 you better get your board-shorts now

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Bass – Wade Joseph Ryff
Guitar & Lead Vocal – The Oblivious Driver
Guitar Solo – Robert Van Kuran

Jetplane (landing)

oh jet plane high in the sky where you live
oh jet plane skywrite something that would give
some hope to the sinking ship we've been sailing in
now i long for something no left brain could know
cause i know no type of fact books or figures could
show you the light inside your soul
now ain't that so
and i wonder if I'm far from the truth

cause i don't have a clue
how the hell you're supposed to
keep your cool
emotions get the best of me
it's true
emotions get the best of me and you

Guitar & Vocal – The Oblivious Driver

Bootstraps

Why you gotta brainstorm
all about your rainstorm brother?
let your days shine on
are you gonna stay stuck
thinking about your bad luck lover
for your whole life long?

it's insane but the game will go hopelessly wrong
when you think you've got life by the balls in your palm
all the same all this pain you will get through it all
don't forget it when you fall

when'd you go decide life
should always be defined by another?
sing your own damn song
why are you drinking O.E.,
fronting like we don't need each other
when that's all we've got

oh you'll get your hopes so high
you're bound to bang your head
on that anvil in the sky that
conquers all your sense
and when you fall don't fear them skulls
that counsel you to quit
strap your boots and kick those bastards
right back where they've been

Drums and Percussion – Lucas Ventura
Lead Vocal & Guitar – The Oblivious Driver
Bass, Guitars, Backups – Wade Joseph Ryff


Special thanks to:

Niko Bolas, Dan Nash, John McBride, Scott Phillips and everyone else at the Blackbird Studio, George Massenburg, Richard Dodd, Erich Gobel and the Gobel Family, Nathan Yarborough, Ken Hertz, Karyn Rachtman, Gabriel Sunday, Robert Van Kuran, Chris Carlberg, Gary and Melody & Stagg St. Studio, Arnold Ficquette, Jongsu Lee, Daniel Morse, Alison Elliott, Will Pettus, Nick Hetzler, John Carter, The Machetes of Gold Singers, The Janks, Trake Starr, and all our friends and families. Thank you all so much!

The Machetes Of Gold Singers

Zehanna Young, Landon Young, Colin Alpert, Zack Zmed, Dylan Zmed, Robert Van Kuran, Jeremy Yeo, Jessie Brown, Nadar Navidi, Holly Zimbert, Cristina Alcantar, Joanna Barajas, Caroline Grasso, Sarah Butler, Chris Carlberg, Trake T Star, Ken Hertz, Cori Hertz, Lael Siler, Daniel Paul, Dan Nash, Annabelle Nash, Carrie Buse, Erich Gobel, Nanette Gobel, Gina Gobel, and of course... Mia Gobel.