Upload
Cannonball Statman
42

Cannonball Statman

  • Cannonball Statman: "The Alien" & "August" // Live @ Sidewalk Cafe, NYC! (January 17th, 2015)

    189 views 7 months ago
    Want more Cannonball?! http://facebook.com/cannonb... + http://cannonballstatman.com

    Live performances of "The Alien" and "August" by Cannonball Statman at Sidewalk Cafe, NYC. With Kyle Stersic on alto sax! This happened during Ronnie Wheeler's 4th Annual 39th Birthday Bash presented by Anne Husick, on January 17th, 2015 -- Chicken Leg, Cosmic Ray, Blueberry High Heels, Red Gretchen, and Danny's Devil's Blues also played that night, it was an incredible show. Didi from Blueberry High Heels made cake - I heard it was great, but I didn't eat any, because I wasn't hungry at all.

    Live sound engineered by Bob Black. Camera operated by Shauna Westgate. Video editing, B roll footage, music, and lyrics by Cannonball Statman. Cannonball on guitar and vocals, Kyle Stersic on alto sax.

    LYRICS!!!

    (Fan: "Woof!")
    (Cannonball: "Woof!")

    The zeppelin of World War 3 just bought another pint of gasoline.
    Sits in the background, watches the foreground.
    Every day he is a brand new poem.
    He can't be read, 'cause he's always readin'.
    Some people are talkin', they don't even know him.
    He won't sell his soul 'till the day that he dies.
    Some people are talkin', talk like they own him.

    You're gonna be all right. Freeze-dried!
    You are goin' on a mission for the human race.
    You chose to spend your last night on Earth with the people you cared about, and I'll never forget it.
    I swear, that night, you had that wild, but firm, profoundly intense look in your eyes, like you were ready to lift off into the stratosphere at any moment.
    You knew that land was just a prison.
    A prison with no guard, but gravity.
    Through a twist of fate, found a way out.
    Drill holes in the sky!

    The wicked witch on East 4th Street has lost the entirety of her mind.
    She burns her clothes in a butterfly pose, and feels the weight of every living thing that stumbles down the ground, within a three mile radius of her haunted house.
    The house is a mess, but there's room for a guest, if Edwin Hyde "just happened" to drop dead.

    You're gonna be all right. Freeze-dried!
    You are goin' on a mission for the human race.
    You chose to spend your last night on Earth with the people you cared about, and I'll never forget it.
    I swear, that night, you had that wild, but firm, profoundly intense look in your eyes, like you were ready to lift off into the stratosphere at any moment.
    You knew that land was just a prison.
    A prison with no guard, but gravity.
    The other night you had some crazy dream, and it all went up. Up, up!

    Now, everything I've ever done, and everyone I've ever loved,
    and every song I ever wrote, and every fortune I didn't tell,
    and every zeppelin I didn't sell, and every lie I didn't catch,
    and every UFO I didn't lay looks bitter and dull, and devoid of all flavor.

    But you can fly.
    To the mermaid parade or the merman brawl, or bashing my head into the wall.
    Or the mystery air at the start of Fall, there's something burning inside us all.
    Band names in a bathroom stall will always be prisoners to space and time.
    You can fly.
    Up, up, up! Up, up, up!

    (Thanks, everyone!)

    That is an abandoned factory. We don't go by there anymore.
    That is an abandoned factory. She thinks everything there is freaky.
    That is an abandoned factory. We think it's poisoned, but by what?
    We think it's poisoned, but by what?

    Walking around, and observing these walls. Don't you think there would be something else to do?
    Walking around, and observing these walls. Don't you think there would be something better to do?
    Can't find the way to go. Why can't you help me walk to the grocery store?
    Can't find the way to go. Why can't you live with me when I'm dying alone?

    That is an abandoned factory. Drives the shopping cart out to the parking lot.
    That is an abandoned factory. Thinks it's strange to be here with me.
    That is an abandoned factory. I live wrapped in a blanket of my own fears.
    We live wrapped in a blanket of our own fears.

    Live with me in the August sky.
    Live with me in the August sky.
    Live with me in the August sky.
    Live with me in the August sky.

    (Thanks, everyone!) Show less
    Read more
  • Popular uploads Play all

    This item has been hidden
  • Cannonball Statman // Live! Play all

    Cannonball's favorite clips from his recent live shows!
    This item has been hidden
to add this to Watch Later

Add to

Loading playlists...