The Perennial Millennial

by Evan Alexander Moore

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1.
Millennial 03:49
The bactine bandaid is slowly peeling I am in a plane back to terracotta Texas, to ferment And ask tough questions like What is the speed of adderall How long does one have to wait in general And whose train is this? Now i'm in a commercial ready sedan I'm driving up the country side to a wedding It is morning So I splay my legs out Now all of a sudden it is night And the neon and billboards make a light parade for me I throw an orange bag into its proper receptacle Good people do things for the thought, not the thrill The parade comes to an end I fall into bed, Land onto sleep I wake up 2 years younger, more green eyed The northern lights are hanging above me in the Texas sky the street is sliding up and down like an eel This is the first time I am seeing the northern lights And they are waving like a rainbow whip Cracking iridescent colors out of the still white moon 2 years later, I'm on a grey couch, in a greenhouse apartment My roommate is buying more plants than there are dying plants I cough I'm reading some stupid author That no one gives a shit about But the author wrote about his friend putting avocado on his sandwiches so I feel some kind of kinship to that I feel like Atlas with all this school debt on my shoulders When is the train arriving? Where is the waiting room? Did the jobs all get up and out of the room when I walked in? Like a shit-stained man sleeps on the subway car you're on? All the questions rattle in my head like a tambourine But I can't write another song you see I'm too tired I'm too poor Which when it comes down to it, I guess that makes me A Real American All the time, I feel So sub-terrestrial Look down at me This poppy seed Perennial, Millennial
2.
Church Lawns 05:10
You Walkin' around with your bible bound in black Flaunting that bronze enameled plaque Showin' fiercely the care, the care that you lacked You Intercepting a handblown kiss Taking it to mean that you are dearly missed No one's safe from that ignorant, that ignorant bliss Oh You Out there on the lawn Starin' at the sun Wondering what went wrong Oh You Never knowing who Would settle or sue But you're out there, out there in the open blue You Wearin' that studded jacket, made of thorns You threw out all your metal CDs all your dead kennedy CDs and all your porn Oh but you and I, we were makin' love til the early morn, yes we were, yes we were Oh You Out there on the lawn Starin' at the sun Wondering what went wrong Oh but I'm Always confused But not as much as you But you're out there, out there in the open blue So we're walkin around the court house lawn Ignoring the burning bush in the garden and she says Baby, was it better back then, and I said no no no, there was even more sin See the young kings and young queens did not know where to begin And the young prophet Jesus, he did not know where to begin And well the young queen looked at me, prayed to god she said I don't know where to begin You Walkin' around with that open bruise So you sailed away to Chile or Toulouse Never to answer for the crimes, the crimes that you'd do Oh You Out there on the lawn Starin' at the sun Wondering what the hell went wrong Oh You Never knowing who Would settle or sue But you're out there, out there in the open blue Oh You Never knowing you But acting like you do Holding that rosary like politicians hold the truth
3.
They claim to know God, but they deny him by what they do Ye shall make ye no idols, nor a graven image Neither a rear up or a standing image Set up any image of stone I am the Lord, your God O the angels is really singin’ out tonight The sun hits the ground, Lucy sings out ya name On the patio, He is bummin’ round for a light. In walks Mary Magdalene with her cocktail frame She says it’s alright It’s a good time The storm is a brewin’, out behind the bar As guests file in out of the taxi cars Worker’s run around, passin’ out apple cider Mary grows confused, until someone starts to guide her The bartender’s mashing bitters in his holy grail Ephesians, are always gonna fail… The man says “Mary, ya gonna need this if ya want a chance to get home” He cuts her up a line, she shuffles it to her nose He says it’s alright It’s a good time Security’s tryna take away Cain’s gun Abraham’s praying for his murdered son The priest is sellin’ indulgences at the door Promisin’ your sins He’ll forgive forever more Somewhere in the muck, Levite leaves his concubine She gets eaten up, by the big boned phillestines Mary stares down the hall, the vision gets hazy But the glory in her veins, she says feels amazin’ He says it’s alright It’s a good time Well it’s gettin’ too rowdy, and the band's hauled away Men of bedlam, shotgun cans, the mirror starts to decay He leads Mary away, as the bar starts to quiver He lets down his dreads, flowing like the Jordan river He asks, “What’s your deal, what’s your worth” She says, “I don’t know much bout this ungodly earth” He says, “Come now baby, look at the holes in my hand” She looks through em, but all she sees is the empty bandstand She says it’s alright It’s a good time Now the carrion’s turned blue, violet and black There’s liver in the champagne, hard to keep track There’s crosses in his eyes, as her legs unwind And the bartender callin’ to the mountain high Well, Magdalene saw the lightning strike Magdalene saw him hoisted to the sky Magdalene saw him sing beautiful songs Magdalene saw him run to the stall She sees it come out his mouth, his tongue unfurls Red vomit washed down with the porcelain swirl They run out the bathroom, and take another hit Buy a tab off the cardinal, take a shot of gin He puts a dose on her tongue, the whole world goes floral The scene convenes to psychedelic pastorals Everyone waits to see whose gonna cast the stone first But no matter what, they’re all leavin' in a Cadillac hearse He says it’s alright It’s a good time Till you start dry heavin’ He says it’s alright It’s a good time So, cheer to your hellth
4.
2 3 4 I'm a nervous soliloquy Hangin' out your mouth Dreamt of you in schnectady A dream before sundown I don't know what you found Broad, standing tall I just want to take you home and Prove My Love Your heart of silk and yarn Is sewn into your sleeve Shoulderblade in the Tuscan Sun Askin' for reprieve You're far and off away They're pullin' on my teeth You're askin for a little bit more But baby, I don't know what that means Is it the moonlight spinnin' Is it the pace you move I'm supposed to take you home and Prove My Love I feel your finger on my back It's runnin' infinities It's not over when you're old It's not over with the truth It's not something that you got to prove
5.
People say that millennials are lazy I'm like, Do you really wanna work hard and be a corporate whore? For companies that don't care about you! That are polluting the earth, polluting the water, flint Michigan Polluting the air I once got really stoned I was thinkin' about reincarnation Then I get the munchies I go down to the falafel stand There's this pink greasy gyro meat, spinnin' on a spit And I'm thinkin' to myself... How much do you gotta mess up, to come back as that?
6.
Our Time 03:38
Look fear in the eyes Tell em nothing's gonna stop me this time Though they're gonna shake you down Take your money, take your crown You don't need no jewelry to lead You need a vision for what no one can see Look em in the eye Tell em' look out, it's our time Look your representatives in the teeth Tell em your money don't mean shit to me And God's gonna save the children History will remember the villains Now, look yourself in the mirror Ask are you that, or are you the hero Look em in the eye Tell em look out, it's our time Look your friends in the eye Tell em how much you need them right by your side Despite the differences we claim You know we both want the same Difference ain't our enemy The enemy is when you start settling Look em in the eye Tell em look out, it's our time Look change in the eyes Tell her I'm comin' for you this time And I got enemies on the left and the right Fear and doubt right by my side All the dead that I've left behind All the people in this world that may never see the light But I carry and hoist up their love On my back as I rise above The swamp that's yet to be drained But I promise I won't leave the world the same Look em in the eye Tell em look out, it's our time I said, Look em in the eye Tell em look out, it's our time
7.
1 2 3 1 2 3 Hey Mr. Zimmerman I hope this sees you well How's the tour going? You avoiding the bombshells? I'm walkin' down roads you once called home But they're worn and renovated and just, out of control I remember when I first saw the skyscrapers run Cross the cab window in that tangled blue sun, and I Saw the world that you tore up and down That's when I knew I'd head out of my hometown Hey Mr. Zimmerman, I've been lookin for you For that smoke dust, the rail rust, that's inspired your truths Hey Mr. Zimmerman, I wrote you a song Just like the one you wrote, so long ago Let's hear it for Joan, Pete, Dave, & Phil Ochs All those ragged folk singers helpin' the tired and poor Do ya ever think, woody would've been proud? That's what I think of when I'm lookin' up at you now Mr. Zimmerman, it's a twisted fantasy Wakin' up disrupted, firing squads on TV Seein' friends tombstones, corruption invests And the hard rains come back to cause all this unrest Hey Mr. Zimmerman, it feels like the world might end Replaced by a new one that's coming round the bend Hey Mr. Zimmerman, I wrote you a song Just like the one you wrote, so long ago Hey Mr. Zimmerman, I know you don't got the answers And at this moment I'm just singin' to a phantom But I'm just gonna sing along Cause that's what you did Singin' to your ghost that hangs Over the village Well I packed up my bags and I headed out of Houston Out to that city where nobody's sleepin' and I Hopefully get to see what you saw Hopefully I'll write as good a song Hey Mr. Zimmerman, can I play a song for you? I'm not sleepy, and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey Mr. Zimmerman, I wrote you a song Just like the one you wrote So long ago
8.
Throw it in the trash It’s like all your idols took a shit on your work Well I write too much, no I write too little Either way, I’m songwriting’s whore I’ve searched every filing cabinet in my mind Just to find something pure Goddammit, after all this torture For every sure song that I write, I’m still so unsure The woman with a glitter strung instrument She said baby don’t get tricked The man on the high mountain with a joint in his hand Asked me to explain, so I said this, I know that’s a strange little melody But I sing, like I broke my jaw I know that’s an odd little simile But lately, I’ve been tryin' so hard i saw a man play a grand little symphony And all he had was a guitar Painting on stage his newest masterpiece So, I left with the door ajar, I left it ajar It’s not on the road, it's in the woods or out on the road Every corner has been explored Oh I'm runnin', and I'm runnin, and I'm running But there ain't no shelter from the- Fuck... shit Well I get drunk, I try to write but when I write, No I can’t write a letter And I have not touched a pencil in days Cause the posters on my wall did better Dearest Evangeline, she held me in a corner store She asked me, what’s the matter my dear I told her all is fine, in the eastern cities As I buy a 12 pack of beer Then God he spoke to me, at least that’s what he said Or maybe it was the intercom He said, “my son tell me bout that song you wrote” When I showed him, he didn't respond I know it’s a strange little melody Cause I sing, like I broke my jaw I know that's an odd little simile But lately I've been trying so hard I saw a man play, a grand little symphony All he had was his guitar Painting on stage his newest masterpiece So I left with the door ajar, I left it ajar I remember in first grade, walking up to my art teacher I believe her name was Ms. Lehman I showed her a painting I made for class It was of a village built into the mountains And you know, I was never good at recognizing emotion But I could tell she must've been impressed, cause uh She took that little pastel masterpiece and put into a painting contest And I got ribbon out of it Ever since then, no I haven't painted much I knew it'd never feel the same Every dream shot out of the sky, cause I know it's just gonna decay Now I’m older, I’ve become a folder For unwritten checks and unfinished projects Picked up a guitar, with one hope That I'd finally finish something yet I know it’s a strange little melody Cause I sing, like I broke my jaw I know that's an odd little simile But lately I've been trying so hard I saw a man play, a grand little symphony All he had was his guitar Painting on stage his newest masterpiece So I left with the door ajar Tried to call a car But home for me was much too far As the rain breaks down the reservoir I stumbled back into that shanty bar And watched the stage fill up with super stars And I tried to write from the start Man, life is bizarre
9.
I hear broken melodies Echo down the Maternity Ward Where newborn babies are passing notes Discussing the next world war Well the sergeant came by Your son’s died in Iraq Now I know what they were talkin’ about They were talkin’ about, the Backbone of America Out by the river in Mississippi, Goddam I hear murmurs down the trail Of friends of mine, going deaf or blind To slurs hurled their way He was walkin’ with melanin And they shot him in the back Now I know what they’re talkin’ about They were talkin’ about, the Backbone of America Whispers over the dinner table Parents talk workin’ class woes With all the crippled bulls and economy The bankers never saw jail bars no Now I’m waist deep in the Hudson, Scrounging around Now I know what my parents were talking about They were talkin’ about, the Backbone of America I found strife in amphetamine I found amphetamine, in a Texas dive bar But the Land of the Free, she was callin’ me Asking for a better way Out on the highway, I saw the sunrise I asked a vagabond, if I could be reborn See they, issued a draft, and raised my taxes Askin’ for all I had and more Well the drifter kept going But I didn’t give up hope I hadn’t found what I was looking for All thanks to, the Backbone of America For every painful knot in our back There’s another that pushes us forth For every bone that takes the ones we love There’s another that gives us hope Yeah, I hear it in every friend, every philosophy Every singer that’s ever inspired me They were singing about, the Backbone of America Put your middle fingers up, to the backbone of Oh who gives a fuck, about the backbone of Well let's raise a glass to the backbone of America
10.
What do you think of Millennials Millennials? Dude... uhh Pitting generations against each other, is just Fuckin' click bait shit Millennials are the reason hooters are going out of business Millennials are destroying X industry Why the fuck don't people born after 95 go to fuckin Chili's Millennials are destroying the breastraunt industry Yeah we're fuckin destroying it because, because we don't have money motherfucker! That sells, to upper class white americans better than race conflict does They wanna hear about how Millennials don't go to hooters anymore It's almost as if they can't act for themselves, they act as if they're some cog in the machine they work It's a millennial thing to be like Fuck capitalism And it's more than just fuck capitalism And it goes to people like chris cuomo and rachel maddow "ew mean old mr. trump, I hate him" Iraq 2.0 rachel maddow, chris hayes, chris cuomo, don lemon, they're all gonna fall in line, and not for humanitarian reasons. How can we extract the natural resources Oh, all those soldiers are so fuckin sexy What's the name of that book? I gotta go ready to go bed, I gotta wake up at 6 tomorrow morning There is this immense concentration of wealth and there's people on one side of the highway that own these mansions and shit And the other side of the highway are all the minorities that rent apartments It's a real serious problem, and it's not being discussed God Dammit
11.
I was readin' the news, scrolling through the feed Reading stories of people coming into hard times Needing money, debt, medical bills, gofundmes and the like So I put all their stories in this song right here Staring at a half empty cup Wondering if he’s got enough But the suits on TV says change is slow He's living in survival mode in his foreclosed home No help from the pharmacy Son’s gonna die cause of the company And the insulin ain’t coming in And the media won't cover it, they covered it last weekend Tuggin’, on her sleeve Askin, “Momma please, am I gonna die?” She's been workin so hard Fresh out of college, gonna get herself a job But 20 years have all gone by She slaves away, her debt's wringing her dry He’s gonna miss rent, she’s untangling debt That mother of four, is living check to check The cold’s killin’ homeless in chicago Do Oligarch’s care? No they don't care enough to know. Starin’, at his jacket seams Sayin, “God oh please, am I gonna die?” People are tired of looking for scraps People are tired of having no fallback People are tired of politicians fake People are tired of being told to wait Howard Shultz he don’t know what you need. For Billionaires, money grows on gold plated trees And the price of cereal, leaves them tongue tied Upward Mobility, the great American Lie Torn at the seams Sayin' God Oh Please Am I gonna die
12.
He's clogging up the room The air is filled to the brim With all the destruction and all the depravity And all the construction hymns See there's blood leakin' out my fingertips The children are at it again Get em quiet, put them on a diet And just try to keep them in frame Everybody's gonna look down on you Like some alien specimen But I ain't no Sigourney Weaver I ain't Richard Dreyfuss circa 1977 But I just want a job and I want some security I'm a goddam human not a commodity And I don't wanna be a background actor for your party And I don't wanna be a background actor for your party Well the film set's closin' up its doors Everybody's cashin' checks at Wells Fargo And I'm OK, with being part of the machine But I don't wanna be a part of your movie scene I just got some shit I need to own And I gotta do it all alone No one can hear you scream into your space heater So don't ask me nothing, and I won't ask you neither But I just want a job and I want some security I'm a goddam human not a commodity And I don't wanna be a background actor for your party And I don't wanna be a background actor for your party Well there, ain't no lights and cameras out here shootin' babe And I don't, see nothing wrong standin' out here in the sun And there's a lot of time, that you're gonna spend out on your feet babe So ya better get used to standin' out in the sun And I don't wanna be a background actor for your party
13.
Perennial 14:16
(Part 1) It slid down my throat, I felt everything at once My spine is an electric arcade Pines and Firs do the Van Gogh sway Stars swirl around Here, a voice bursting from the ground What are you gonna do today? Well the street feels wavy, and I look up to the sky That's when I see aurora borealis lighting up the Texas night Khari’s on the curb, singing pink matter I’m on Ian’s couch, searching for some laughter Nothing feels as good as the moment Until life rears its fuckin head Sayin’, “What are you gonna do today?” I'm gonna miss my brothers, and how our laughs turned to tears I'm gonna miss the hugs of my Mother, and how they ward off the fears I'll miss the open roads, the dust unsettled When I drive down 45, engine roaring like a kettle But nothings ever gonna feel this way Watching all your world decay Material things they all recede Mama I just wanna live decently The Fractal paths bloom every which way But I still don’t know, what I want to do today What if this, is all done in vain New York, are you a dream decayed (Part 2) I am the great procrastinator Fed my money to the hungry college educators I walk around Oblivion Ya got no money, but I got some Ritalin So let's go down to 6th street, high on revolution Lightning comes first, but I ain't heard a thing You can take your speed when you want, but it ain't gonna start this train Jittery hands, achin' head But I'm not going home just yet Until, the thunder roars out a revolution No, we’re miles and miles away I wanna know how it feels I wanna make it on my own I wanna grow a garden in the concrete I don’t wanna go home Do ya see the torn up streets the flooded towns If you think this is the beginning of the end, you haven’t looked around All the hate, you thought had died I’ll tell you now, it’s real alive A last breath to snuff out the revolution He says big words, he must be so well spoken He won't say nothing that could frighten, the CEOs he's beholden We're starved to debt, phones are screamin' Cryin mothers, cities weepin’ No your well-spoken candidate, never spoke well of revolution We’re miles and miles and miles away I wanna know how it feels I wanna make it on my own I wanna grow a garden in the concrete I don’t want to go home Hungover in the mausoleum country Avocado toast, a 5 dollar cup of coffee Turn on the TV scroll through the feed Another shooting, another spectacle to add to the list of tragedies I am the great vagrant of America Toiling in the freedom that only burns my retina We’re all flowers, blooming after Our forefathers cemented the dirt Blossomed just in time for the revolution What you gonna do, today Even when you know that you're not okay Miles and miles and miles away I wanna know how it feels I wanna make it on my own I wanna grow a garden in the concrete I don’t want to go home (Part 3) In and out my life I will crack like asphalt Oh, just like the trees That line down my street I'm gonna rise out of my faults Maybe I’ll grow gold pedals Maybe I'll see a centennial Look up at me This evergreen Perennial Millennial
14.
Oh my love, hold me tight Oh my love, hold me tight There’s no space for you and I in Heaven Yeah there’s no space for you and I in Heaven See I was, in the charleston and I fell down the stairs I was witnessed by every handsome debonair No I do not live nor belong in the charleston And I certainly, don't belong in Heaven I threaten my ego, every night With mean words, and unknown lies Just to see my reflection in the water If I’m stuck like this, then why should I bother Oh my love, hold me tight Oh my love, hold me tight There’s no space for you and I in Heaven There’s no space for you and I in Heaven I’m a bunch of plastic wrap You’re a pile of simmering trash We’ll both get thrown out into the ocean And there’s no space for you and I in Heaven If there was a King and Queen If there's a god above, won't we see If we’re the royalty, you must be mistaken For scum like us there ain't no space in heaven Oh my love, it’s a long way down It’s easy to break a string, harder to keep it wound Oh my love, I don’t want to lose ya now I just want to hold you close, as the world comes on down My love, there ain't no light for miles, now Why don't we just make love, and make due for now I think I’m an embarrassment No god alive could love my mess But you once said, that I was a blessing Well if I got you, then who the hell needs heaven Oh my love, hold me tight Oh my love, hold me tight There’s no space for you and I in Heaven There’s no space for you and I in Heaven Oh my love, it’s a spiritual thing Hold your note, and try to sing If it’s too heavy you can hand it off to me And if we both sing off, then we’ll both sing awfully

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The Debut Album from Evan Alexander Moore.

A loose concept album about Millennials, Capitalism, the old & the new, and the crumbling state of the world. An album about how our generation will grow out of the cement that has been paved over us.

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released May 22, 2020

All songs written by Evan Moore
Produced and Mixed by Lucas Carpenter and Outhouse Recorders
Mastered by Julian Giaimo

Assistant Producers who helped make this album possible include...
Tricia Moore, Kelly Moore, Margaret Stevens, Morgan Francis, Alex Freidah, Will Leet, Clay Shorey, Tatyana Kalko, Erin Clark, Joshua Sanchez, Ethan Nouri, Yisselda Rhoc, Gillian Chen, Edsel Romero, Anthony Michalopoulos, Sierra Gaw, Sevde Tosun, Kaitlin Wickstrom, Victor Kholod, Zach Szakin, Vincent Verheyden, Andy Akins, Lindsey Freeman, Dawn Orlando, Samantha McDanel.
Thank you all for contributing and to the many others contributed as well.
Thanks to the family.

Thanks to all the people who played and made this album come to life
My Band, Jonathan Pharis, Austin D'Adamo, Fara Faidzan
Along with Emily Jackson, Siv Disa, Brian Welch, Will Lee, Cat Rickman, Elana Sandbar, Melanie Wiggins, Sara Horton, Elana Low, Djavan Thomas, Alex Sherba, Steven Murillo, Samantha Echo, Jackson Mattek.
Y'all are amazing, thank you for all the help.

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Evan Alexander Moore New York, New York

Evan is a folk singer with a penchant for old folk structures, with the aesthetics of modern folk.

Supporter of the working class.
Singer of the Anthropocene Blues

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