Forage & Glean, Volumes I & II

by Mike Spine

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DELIRIOUS Well it’s all to casual or serious And we run ourselves delirious With our minds perpetually curious Our emotions sometimes make us furious Well it’s all full of mountains and canyons And we all swim to keep us from drowning We hike all our lives to get to that peak Dodging the rocks and havoc they wreak Trying to keep things in some kind of peace Living inside some strange type of beast Well it’s all to casual or serious And we run ourselves delirious With our minds perpetually curious Our emotions sometimes make us furious Some try to stay high on whiskey or wine And eat from gold leaf plates while they dine Other dig meals from steel garbage cans And lie down their heads wherever they can Drinking themselves into fortified dreams To take the edge off the elements where they sleep Well it’s all to casual or serious And we run ourselves delirious And we run ourselves delirious And we run ourselves delirious
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03:51
METEORITE Written in London, England. Interpretation of a double homicide Seattle, WA. He can still remember that night It was the scene of a terrible sight What started out as a lover’s fight Soon became a meteorite Those immigrants were tough as nails Growing up on Stalin’s trail That Iron Curtain was a vicious place Learn with pain in the Soviet states The error margin razor thin K.G.B. style masculine And what started out as a lover’s fight Soon became a meteorite Things grew quickly out of control As the man set his brain on boil Pulled a knife and stuck it in Out poured blood from the skull and skin And out poured blood from the skull in skin He finished one then went for two There’d be no question as the blade ran through The wail of cries shot across the sky Just like a meteorite
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Swallow it down with sand in your teeth Ride the red line or slough off the queen Tensions ride high at the ticket counter As labor day plans bend and falter The children laugh and play with a ball Piano Man sings a song that I know This song takes me back a number of years Riding the ford up to Bellingham Riding the ford up to Bellingham Riding the ford up to Bellingham Temper flare as plans are delayed The fabric of life frizzles and frays Throw a big tantrum or ride out the waves Talking out loud the drama gets old Testing my patience incompotence reigns Blow it all off cuz it's out of my hands One must stay focused on the enemy Labor's the front lines but don't pull the strings Labor's the front lines but don't pull the strings Labor's the front lines but don't pull the strings The clock is ticking our lives away So do what you can with the cards in your hands Try not to let them mess with your head Fight for the living and pray for the dead Fight for the living and pray for the dead Fight for the living and pray for the dead
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“Only children skip stones" The French girl said to me Then a child is what I Will always try to be On a beautiful beach By the warmth of the sea A little boy swimming And trying to be free Tasting the spray Of salt on the lips Kissing soft bellies And tender sweet hips “Only children skip stones”, the French girl said to me Then a child is what I Will always try to be
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When it all comes crumbling down Who’ll be the last one standing around? Will it be soccer mom in her new mini-van The genius in hummer with cigar in hand Motor home warrior with satellite TV Red neck corn farmer with genetic seeds Crystal new ager with necklace of beads Ted Nugent type cowards who lie through their teeth While living in compounds afraid of Iraq Too spineless to go ‘cause they’ll never come back… When it all comes crumbling down Who’ll be the last one standing around? The martini drinkers who sit on Wall Street Parasites living off our industry Commuter culture in suburbs deemed clean Devoid of character that’s worth gleaning Wanna be gangster lives crime so petty Sells out his siblings for slice of bling bling Pee diddee hustlers who whore out themselves Black became white in an effort to sell… When it all comes crumbling down Who’ll be the last one standing around? Indie-rock hipsters in tight shirts and jeans Industry scumbags who do evil deeds Commoditize music for personal gain Geffen and company who helped ruin the game Anarcho black block and assorted types Indigenous people who struggle for life Under the pressure of a crushing system That’s buried millions but not their spirit When it all comes crumbling down Who’ll be the last one standing around?
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03:11
Desert skies are filled with cries With silence of the birds that fly Through cactus that is baked in sun And vicious looking scorpions Vultures coast Pacific breeze Over hard and knotted trees Flying on their six foot wings Looking for a meal that’s free A meal that’s free A meal that’s free A meal that’s free A meal that’s free Drugs run in and drugs run out The cartels try to throw their clout Amongst the lives of fishermen Who wake them selves at 4 AM To get a jump up on the heat That burns itself relentlessly They set up on the churning sea In search of all the catch that feeds The catch that feeds The catch that feeds The catch that feeds The catch that feeds
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03:21
Have you smelt that border air Have you felt that desperate stare Have you caught that knowing glare Have you touched that thick black hair Just 18 in some canteen Ice cold beers and feeling lean Streets are filled with yells and screams Faces full of broken dreams He talks some smack to some doorman Fight breaks out and cops fly in Haul him off to el cárcel In drunken slurs of Spanish The savior of the boy begins Hazy night of barter talks Shady deals with crooked cops Pay off goes to drop the charge Buy his freedom on the spot The boy is saved for one more night He goes home to sleep it off
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METEORITE Written in London, England. Interpretation of a double homicide Seattle, WA. He can still remember that night It was the scene of a terrible sight What started out as a lover’s fight Soon became a meteorite Those immigrants were tough as nails Growing up on Stalin’s trail That Iron Curtain was a vicious place Learn with pain in the Soviet states The error margin razor thin K.G.B. style masculine And what started out as a lover’s fight Soon became a meteorite Things grew quickly out of control As the man set his brain on boil Pulled a knife and stuck it in Out poured blood from the skull and skin And out poured blood from the skull in skin He finished one then went for two There’d be no question as the blade ran through The wail of cries shot across the sky Just like a meteorite
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MIKLUKHO MAKLAY Seattle, WA. As a first attempt, this question one remark Promises belong to the sea The servant fast asleep will he be betrayed? Untrustworthiness a bad disposition Taken from the shore to a distant land Will he be beterayed? Mikluhko Maclay Favor the theory turned on and off each day Will he be beterayed? Mikluhko Maclay Promises belong to the sea
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LA FRONTERA San Diego, California/Tijuana, Mexico. Have you smelt that border air Have you felt that desperate stare Have you caught that knowing glare Have you touched that thick black hair Just 18 in some canteen Ice cold beers and feeling lean Streets are filled with yells and screams Faces full of broken dreams He talks some smack to some doorman Fight breaks out and cops fly in Haul him off to el cárcel In drunken slurs of Spanish The savior of the boy begins Hazy night of barter talks Shady deals with crooked cops Pay off goes to drop the charge Buy his freedom on the spot The boy is saved for one more night He goes home to sleep it off
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MOUTH OF HELL South Bronx, New York. I would follow you into the mouth of hell Singing all along the way A futile exercise in distress Questions shot from the hip Posture ironic day after day Swinging all along the way Our teeth are cut our claws sunk deep Just like the dirt beneath our feet Street corner prophets wear no sheaths The real barometer of market feats My hearts been broken my bubble burst Cheeks flow tears that feed my thirst Why did it hide me why did it blind me At least I know just what it’s worth I would follow you into the mouth of hell Singing all along the way
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JOYS OF OIL Sitting here 100 years sitting here (in the sand) Sitting here 30 years sitting here (painfully) Sitting here 100 years sitting here, Sitting here 30 years sitting here Now it’s here they warned you Now it’s clear they told you You bought it, now own it Warring, whoring, thieving Sitting, waiting, watching Warring, whoring, cheating Lying, dying, killing
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BATTLE IN SEATTLE Written in Seattle, WA. We came here to take these streets, take them back from the thieves We came here to reclaim streets, reclaim to meet people’s needs We’ll take no of your lies, we see right through your weak disguise You send out goons to beat us up, we’ve got news it won’t work Because we are the majority, and we’re tired of living on our knees It might not come to us today, but we plant these seeds organically And when it’s time to harvest crop, we’ll take back what you stole and lock you up Take back what you stole and lock you up, tack back what you stole and lock you up. So you better enjoy you last breaths, it’s come time to re-invent What should have happened a long time back, in seventeen hundred and seventy six Seventeen hundred and seventy six, seventeen hundred and sixty six, Or was that 1492, you know who I’m talking to. No mas de estos politicos de los ricos No mas de este facismo nuevo No mas del terorismo y militarismo No mas machismo y racismo Es timpo por la gente, es tiempo por los pobres Es tiempo por el medio ambiente y los arboles y agua La gente dice no mas, aqui y alli Negros, café y blancos Todo la gente dice no mas…

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A critically acclaimed 32 song two disc anthology complied over 20 years, ranging from sweet and beautiful Americana and folk rock, to rock, punk, etc.
Volume I: folk rock, rock, etc.
Volume II: rock, punk, etc.

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released July 6, 2018

"Fascinating... across the board he reveals an ability to tell stories that'll capture your imagination and potentially break your heart." -- PopMatters

"Gorgeously arranged folk-rock... Likely to get stuck in your head after the first spin." -- TrebleZine

"Spine balances punk energy, his own political frustrations and bursts of guitar shredding with catchy harmonies, making for a sound that brings to mind the likes of Joe Strummer and Ted Leo but with a slightly gritty edge." -- Glide Magazine

Mike Spine is a critically acclaimed Seattle born and Seattle/Europe based musician known for his captivating live performances, intelligent songwriting and support of humanitarian issues. He has played hundreds of shows in five continents since 1995 and has received press and radio airplay throughout the US, Europe, UK and Asia.

Forage & Glean, Volumes I & II, is the 10th full-length studio album for Mike Spine. It is a 32 track double album, an anthology containing the best of Mike's songwriting and recordings from the last two decades.
Volume I is a collection of Spine's best work of folk rock and rock songs, including the memorable and more relevant than ever "Crumble", personal political songs such as "Meteorite", and the labor themed "Sand in Your Teeth". There's also a hauntingly beautiful version of "The French Girl" and the stripped down "Black Diamond", the lyrically dense and moving tale of families immigrating to work in the coal mines outside Seattle in the early 1900's.

Volume II contains Spine's more explosive rock and punk material. It opens with the dynamic anti- war song "Kiss and Remember" and then launches into fiery, complex and catchy rockers, which touch on the themes of global warming with "Second Hand", empire "Transylvania" and the anti- corruption song, "Power Broker", before transitioning into the hook filled songs like "Iron Lake" hybrid country punk song "Another Day" and the rocker version of "Meteorite".

For twenty years, Mike Spine bounced between the worlds of folk rock, underground rock and punk, while simultaneously working as an inner city language arts and social studies teacher in Seattle, Portland, New York and London.

Since retiring from public school teaching in 2011, Mike has spent his time focused on music, having performed hundreds of concerts and benefit shows in multiple continents, ranging from Italy to Vietnam, Cambodia and Costa Rica. The last few years he has split his time between the US and Europe, touring extensively throughout the EU and often living out of a motorhome for months at a time.

Credits:
The songs on Forage & Glean were predominantly recorded and mixed at Haywire Recording in Portland, Oregon with longtime engineer Rob Bartleson (Wilco, Pink Martini, Pond, etc.). The album was mastered by Ed Brooks (Pearl Jam, REM, Heart, Fleet Foxes, etc.) at RFI/Resonant in Seattle, Washington.

The recordings were made with a highly talented pool of band mates from the United States, Europe and South America over the last decade.

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