The brand new 50 Man Machine album arrived at Grandfather Mountain, North Carolina and the Berkshire Mountains, New England simultaneously. Sincere gratitude to Donovan Murray and especially the Watson family for midwifing the delivery! Stay tuned for more details, graphics, and sound files! In the meantime, here are the complete lyrics as printed in the CD.

Cleanspace We see it in the morning As we’re hiding from the sun It’s a clean space with ample paints and simple notions We see it in the daylight As it hides itself away Only to be reclaimed in dreams of days with glowing motion Glowing motion, glowing emotion, cleanspace, glowing emotion, Growing motions We see it in rich soil Absence of deaths toil It grows and blooms and fumes and reaches for blues thin air In beautiful armament Black bug without a scent That flies in grace and roams the tombs of those without care Glowing motion, glowing emotion, cleanspace, glowing oceans, Growing motions Clean space, cleanspace We see it in a clean face A reference to the cleanspace That hides in heart, swims in head, then floats away Coming up three sevens Glory notion still heaven Does it lead or tease while painting on elusive days, elusive days... Glowing emotion, glowing motion, cleanspace, growing emotions, Growing oceans We see it in the morning As we’re hiding from the sun It’s a clean space with ample paints and simple notions We see it in the daylight As it hides itself away, as it hides itself away • L.Collier Hyams: voice, guitars, jazz fretless bass, percussion, sounds; Danny Devillier: trap kit, percussion; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: turntables; Scott Smallwood: steel pan; DJ Licious/James Baumgartner: sound collage; Jason Martin: the word ‘please’.
Engineered: LCH, Danny Whelchel, Jakael Tristram.

Flagwavin’ If you’re not real, then here’s the deal Get out of my sight There are too many games going on here I try to take it in stride, but that’s such a lie There are so many games going on here I can’t stand you flagwavers, I can’t stand your flagwaving I can’t stand you flagwavers, I can’t stand your flagwaving You say that everyone is equal You say that everyone is free Yet you wave your flags - throw judgment through your feet And you, you think you’re the art god You don’t know ‘till it hits you in the face. Yes you, you know you’re the art god But, you’re dead, it’s no race One third of analysis is ally One half of analysis is anal And you, you’re like a bunch of rats You’re quiet when the cat comes Yes you, you’re bunch of rats You’re quiet when the cat comes And you say that everyone is equal You say that everyone is free Yet you wave your flags - throw judgment through your feet Yes you say that everyone is equal You say that everyone is free But you wave your flags - throwing judgment through your feet • L.Collier Hyams: voice, flamenco and electric guitars; Michael Young Jr: trap kit; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: turntables; Scott Smallwood: steel pan; Diallo House: bowed double bass;
Neil Anderson: uilleann bagpipe; Danny Whelchel: udu percussion.
Engineered: Shelly Hermis, Danny Whelchel, LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Shattered and Confused Shattered and confused Life’s nothing to review? If it’s time to change and fix Imp song needs new mix Scratch the old pursue the new A gamble to pursue Scratch the old pursue the new Shattered and confused Afraid what you might lose And afraid continues What you’ve been doing for so long To break the chain might be wrong Scratch the old pursue the new A gamble to pursue Scratch the old pursue the new Shattered and confused And you think the need to change and fix Might lead to a miss Of the one thing left in this life That could relieve the simple strife’s And when there’s nothing left undone Will it mean your life you have won What then will you say To pursue in this game Scratch the old pursue the new I say I’m shattered and confused Scratch the old pursue the new Shattered and confused • L.Collier Hyams: voice, acoustic guitar; Michael Young Jr: trap kit; Diallo House: double bass; Neil Anderson: great highland bagpipe; Jakael Tristram: sound collage. Engineered: LCH, Jakael Tristram.

The Ant Hill I think it’s all been a misinterpretation, clear? Nothing more than your sexual education I never saw you as a vacuous blue, But, I should have known it by your day I spent and spent you always took Spoiled you are and spoiled the look Of shear want and need and need and want and need Of shear want and need and need It’s better this way, I say We’ve grown too far apart When the beach scraps came and Paul sang I’m looking through you, nowhere man really hit me, yeah I spent and spent you always took Spoiled you are and spoiled the look Of shear want and need and need and want and need Of shear want and need and need But, I think about the towel, skin-so-soft, the ant hill The moon so very, very bright; Dew on the grass, curved hips, so lovely The dew on the grass so right mraow I spent and spent you always took Spoiled you are and spoiled the look Of shear want and need and need and want and need Of shear want and need and need • L.Collier Hyams: voice, guitars, mega mouth amplified toys, mandolin, trap kit, wood shop bass.
Engineered: LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Little Games Your picture, my magazine, you make my roommate feel very green Green eyes, dark hair, I think you look good in anything you wear Anything you wear I’m so excited, so excited, I get to play your little games I’m so excited, so excited, I get to play your little games Heavy heels, they beat a path To the bedroom with your wraith I’d like to ring your little neck ‘cause you are such a little bitty peck - little bitty peck I’m so excited, so excited, I get to play your little games I’m so excited, so excited, I get to play your little games Red ribbons in bowed hair. Rebel from parents so very square So unhappy with your choice Too scared to use that poignant voice - poignant voice Kissing me, you feel so nice And for this moment, I eat my rice When all is gone, I will not know I’ll be content just to flow I’m so excited, so excited, I get to play your little games I’m so excited, so excited, I get to play your little games Excited! • L.Collier Hyams: voice, guitar, mandolin; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: vocal beatbox; Diallo House: double bass; Neil Anderson: penny whistle, voice.
Engineered: LCH, Jakael Tristram.

In Each I Know yeah rambunctious Hatred breads more hatred, dis-ease leads to disease, Society with cancer must have some relief But in each I know, we can’t hold such doubt In each I know, we can’t hold such doubt Tell me the story you won’t forget And I’ll ask the questions I won’t regret Did you see these things in that date and time photograph of me inside Did you find the line, number date and time, name inside mine To blame me - or are you selfish? In each I know, we can’t hold such doubt In each I know, we can’t hold such doubt I’ve not enslaved no one, save my own purpose There are better things in life than fighting me But, in each I know, we can’t hold such doubt In each I know
• L.Collier Hyams: voice, guitars; Michael Young Jr: trap kit; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: turntables, voice, rap; Scott Smallwood: steel pan; Stephen Orsini: electric bass; Neil Anderson: penny whistle.
Engineered: Dave Zagorski, LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Nikole She leads me in the cold She leads me in the cold and red She left many things untold She left many things to despair, in despair She doesn’t miss out She doesn’t want to give in She has tendencies to doubt herself She has tendencies to fear, tear She needs a warm heart, she does And a hand through her hair Excitement to make her burn Excitement to make her fear Ooo, yai yai yai
• L.Collier Hyams: voice, myute guitar; Michael Young Jr: trap kit; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: turntables; Scott Smallwood: steel pan drum; Stephen Orsini: double bass; Neil Anderson: penny whistles and clarinet quartet. Engineered: Dave Zagorski, LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Before we’ve begun (super walmart) Yeah. We all think we’ve been defeated before we’ve begun, so why try? Is this really the case or are we accepting the brainwashing handed down to us. And jobs? Where are they? Where are they? Yes, we go to school to provide the promise. Yes, we go to school to pursue the dream. Yes, we go to school, because it’s the thing. But what happens? Do we find it? Have we found? Do we work it? Are we done? Yes? No? No! we’ve found super walmart. We are told to go to school, get that well paying job. Get that car. Get that psych. Do what you’re told. Do what you’re told. Buy this, buy that, retire early. Work, work, work to retire. Then you can do anything you want. Your honors, I submit - it will be too late. Do we find it? Have we found it? Do we work it? Are we done? We give you - super walmart. We give you super walmart. Are we done? Do we find it? Have we found it? Do we work it? Are we done? Do we find it? Have we found it? Do we work it? Are we done? • L.Collier Hyams: voice, 12-string and electric guitars, pro-one.
Engineered: LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Foreign War Well, there’s a decision to be made, something good to be paid Cast you’re vote on the shelf No one counts but your self Yes you can see them anywhere, In the park in times square Begging stealing killing death So, who should care about your health? Your health Well there’s a burrow here and there And an elephant with no hair Is victory his to claim, if no Has he got the world to blame? (scots gaelic conversation) Decisions lost decisions found Your little world starts of round Angles approach from here and there Curves encroach from everywhere Battles fought battles won no two battles can be undone War is hell war brings fame But tell me is war just a game? (scots gaelic song) • L.Collier Hyams: voice, guitars, 5-string bass, drum machine, percussion; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: turntables, beats; Neil Anderson: uilleann bagpipe, penny whistle.
Engineered: LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Racewar See it here, see it there, I don’t want to see it, anywhere I see it here, the signs of, signs of, race war But what is this now? Race war, what is this? Race war, what is this? I don’t know Race war, wage war, cold war Race war, what is this? So maybe I can’t speak, ‘cause I can’t see the why, reasons why Follow your bliss, catch the kiss, kiss of god, kiss to man, and man knows what is right, yes he does, I say now man knows what is right Race war, what is this? Race war, what is this? I don’t know Race war, wage war, cold war Race war, what is this? I want to lead them to my fire Let them leave us alone Want to hang them from high wire Kick them off the throne Kick them off the throne to race Dub! Dub Dub! So maybe I can’t speak, ‘cause I can’t see the why, reasons why Follow your bliss, catch the kiss, kiss of god, kiss to man, and man knows what is right, yes he does, I say now man knows what is right Race war, what is this? Race war, what is this? don’t know? Race war, wage war, cold war Race war, what is this? Oh no race war hook it hook it • L.Collier Hyams: voice, acoustic guitar, ebow, myute/vox rig; Michael Young Jr: trap kit; DJ Flip One/Bernard Weekes: turntables; Scott Smallwood: steel pan drum; Marvin M. Williams: too many stringed electric bass; Neil Anderson: mandolin. Engineered: Marvin M. Williams, LCH, Jakael Tristram.

Hambone, Hush Little Baby (traditional lullaby) Hush little baby don’t say a word Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird And if that mockingbird don’t sing Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring And if that diamond ring don’t’ shine Daddy’s gonna buy you a bottle of wine And if that bottle of wine gets broke Daddy’s gonna buy you a billy goat, a billy goat And if that billy goat runs away Daddy’s gonna buy you a Chevrolet And if that Chevy car don’t run And if that bb gun don’t shoot Daddy’s gonna buy you a bathing suit And if that bathing suit don’t fit Then dog gone it I quit, yes I quit Hambone hambone, hambone hambone, hambone hambone, hambone Hush little baby don’t say a word... • L.Collier Hyams: voice, 12-string guitar, recording; Danica Davic: inspiration; Arnetta McPhearson Hyams: lyric translation

All words and music L.Collier Hyams except for the rap on "In Each I Know" which is by Bernard Weekes and “Hambone”. Instrumental performances are wholly to be credited to each performer.

Artistically Technical Workings:
• Forensic mixing and mixing TREMENDOUSNESS - Jakael Tristram at Egan Media Studios
• Premixing, sweat and data recovery - L. Collier Hyams
• Fantastic mastering - Roger Seibel at SAE Mastering
• Recorded at the track room, chicken shack, black box, symphony hall, Egan Media - LA, NY, VT
• Cover Photograph: Fred Collier McPhearson; Group Photography: Peter Barvoets;
• Design, Text and Typos: L.Collier Hyams “with a lotta help from my friends”.

Immeasurable thanks, love and praises to our families, the Hyams’ for my wide-eyed upbringing and warmth, Joe Egan, Issette and Jakael Tristram, Laurie Flannery @ Gateway, Nick Lue, Sarah Poole, Stephanie Foy, P/M D.F.Lindsay, Peter Scherer, Sussan Deyhim, Richard Horowitz, Will Calhoun, Mary Seibel, Karen Thornton, Eric Willison, Paul Rapp, and so many others for support and tech.

In memory of Claudia Anderson McPhearson

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