Real Shackle

by The Ferdy Mayne

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released September 2, 2016

Recorded at Azimuth Studios in Brooklyn, NY

Produced by David Groener Jr, Harris Karlin and Shane O'Malley Firek

Performed by: Shane O'Malley Firek, Harris Karlin, Jared Walker, Adam Curtis Dotson, Jeffrey Freer, Jeremy Freer

Mastered by Kim Rosen at Knack Mastering in Ringwood, NJ

Artwork by Chris Adams, Harris Karlin



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Track Name: Real Shackle
Opposite of conscious
Out of the ol’ carcass
It began as that
With the palm trees creeping at the turn of the leaf
With those gray moons moving on up through those trees
Heavy metal farmers
Filling up their arms with empty metal cans
I was part cold wolf at the turn of the beat
I wasn’t quick to pass waltzing through those streets

All the pretty faced people watch that fire shoot from below
Confetti in the ears of my drunk ass peers
Fickle in my dead drunk home
All the paranoia gonna set in, it swung like a scythe in the night
I was pissing in a tin house, sittin’
There were cats on ivy, there were songs in the bedlam
There were hearts I don’t bleed no more

My love, like a pier, like a valiant harbor
Headlights in the deep I saw
Was a real shackle, real shock
My love like a bridge, like a tourniquet splittin’
Mind white with the head on fire
Was a real shackle, real shock

Lemon yellow orchids
Pictures of your daughter
You begin as that
I was piled high, singing all those maddening words
All the Pisces, the roadhouse, all beyond worlds
Karma in your coffee
Karma in your bedpost
Speaking to your dad
As if I knew the purchase or the release
Within anything there it comes, the true chic

All the empire has been set in
Sugar wild cast round the bone
Then she gripped me and I gripped my cap
Like Andromeda, turning all mad and slow
All the astrologic gonna set in
Shoot those lights right off of the coast
I was never going to find my place