C-47
The EMPEROR
JOHN-MORGAN
(1998)
1. CHILDHOODSEND
2. CAN'T
(Acoustic Jug Jam)
3. DEADFISH
4. FOOL
5. theme from
DEATHFEST
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C-47The EMPEROR 1. CHILDHOODSEND 2. CAN'T 3. DEADFISH 4. FOOL 5. theme from |
C-47 is the Emperor John-Morgan's first solo project. “So what the heck does C-47 mean?” you ask. Well I’m about to tell you; in fact, you will be able to impress your friends (if have them) with this tidbit of information. C-47 is an old film industry trick. Because independent filmmakers are cheap, and usually poor, they try to finagle themselves as much money as possible from their backers. When the filmmakers would prepare their budget, a good chunk of change went to something called C-47. To the moneymen it obviously appeared to be something technically important, when in fact C-47s were ordinary clothespins.
Being a fan a creative packaging, the Emperor released his album as a spiral bound case. For a limited number of albums he handpainted a series of clothespins to be used as necklaces, paper clips, or Christmas ornaments.
The E.P. featured many guest artists on the album including Abel Nunez, Scott Bond, Leah Lovenham, Joe Booe, Big Nate Armstrong, Elisha, Lana Love, Scott "The Skunt" Ozark, C-DOG, and Ryan Ward.
LINER NOTESCHILDHOOSEND Oh my, the sky is falling down. Humpty isn't dead, just lame. The Frog did not go a courting. He ate flies and peeled his skin in the sun. Because you said, go away. You told me to go away. Itsy-bitsy bit the dust, just a stain on someone's shoe. His best friend's a piece of gum. Oh how he wanted to eat some porridge. Once upon a time, there was you and me. But that was then and now I'm gone. Gone. Because you said go away. You told me to go away! Well I'm gone and what's left? Just an empty head. Vocals, Rhythm guitar, and
Drums: John-Morgan! Funky Guitar and Solo: Abel Nunez! CAN’T (Acoustic Jug Band Version) I want to say you lied. I want to say that I was supposed to have more time. But I can’t... Personify my problems. But I can’t.. Let this be forgotten. There’s so much that I wanted to do. There’s so much I wanted to say. There’s so much I wanted to share. But you took it all away! I want to say you tried. I want to say I was supposed to have more time. But I can’t... Let this go unfinished. But I can’t... Rest until this ends. But I can’t... Blame you for my pain. But I can’t... Stop these feelings tearing me up inside. There’s so much that I wanted to do. There’s so much I wanted to say. There’s so much I wanted to share. But you took it all away. I want to say you lied. I want to say that I was supposed to have more time. But I can’t! Vocals and all percussion: the Emperor John-Morgan! Acoustic Bass: Big Nate Armstrong! Banjo: Scott “The Skunt” Ozark! Honky-tonk Piano: Ryan Ward! Spitoon: C-DOG! DEADFISH Dead Fish. Don't move around. Just lie there. Don't make a sound. Dead Fish. Got glazed eyes. Gaping open mouth. Doesn't even sigh. Feels Good? How can I tell? Blink once. If it's going well. Welcome to the Dead Fish Club! UNFAIR! I do all the labor. Just lie there. Don't return the Favor. BORING! This is dumb. I'd rather be doing something fun. But you're a Dead Fish. Just a lump of flesh. Leaving this. Emotionless. Welcome to the Dead Fish Club! Vocals, Guitars, and Drums: the Emperor John-Morgan! Bass Guitar: Nathan Armstrong! Guitar Solo: Elisha! Dead Fish Clubees: Bohus Blahut, Leah Lövenham, and Lana Love! FOOL I want it, believe it, but never seem to find it. Keeping the seed, I’m Superphonic! Copesetic Anestetic Rythmatic Pantomime - Kundalini serpent climbing quickly up my spine. The Artist walks alone, but he’s never been lonely. Multiple personalities keep comical company. See the Maestro laugh at his prognosis. Madness is a gift and pain a process. Breaking the waves of misconception. It seems I’m always played as the Fool. Wielding the webs to different eyes. Everybody presumes the unbelievable lies. 2nd guessed by the heteralcollectic. Family and friends accusingly apologetic. Mr. Anger’s gonna get Bombastic. Reading the adventures of Captain Fantastic. Ignore those who condescend. Never been let down by a four-color friend. Breaking the waves of misconception. It seems I’m always played as the Fool. Breaking the chains of misdirection. It seems it’s in my nature to Fool. B-B-B-Baby you got to go to blow the nose. Picking on the old banjo after the show. See the blissful joy of the sleeper. I’m proud to be my brother’s keeper. Crack the whip I want my meals and mistress. Risk it all to marry the exiled princess. You forgive me even through your ignorance of the truth. But miss high and mighty, what makes you think I forgive you? All Vocals and Instruments performed by: The Emperor John-Morgan! Theme from DEATHFEST Welcome to the realm of the Necromancer. We don’t like you; we just want to kill you. For the glory of the game. Celebrating history’s gift of pain. Symphonic rotting worms. The Disembowlers are taking turns. Stewing and brewing future crimes. Ignorance is time sublime. Suckling death in delight. Victory will be won tonight. You got your arms around me. Choking probing like a disease. A defeating weakness to be found. Blood caked mouth eruptions. Formenting souls begin deconstruction. The corporealistic revolution begins now. Evil unto the iniquitious sufferage of mankind’s sins. Heavenly conflagrations abscond the savior’s child. Now I see you are the beast that lies within my moistened mouth. Grotesque gore showers the floor, spiriting hell’s feces. Gnawing salty flesh, while mounting nothingness than history’s discarded humanity. From demon seeds to goblins galore will soon taste the venomous songs of my Dragon Slaying Sword! Vocals, Guitars, and Drums:
John “Malevenator” Morgan! Guitar Solos: Scott Everybody appears courtesy of themselves. Recorded at the Rock and Roll Maelstorm, Dallas Texas, and Star Command, Lake Villa, IL. The Emperor has no endorsements, not that he wouldn’t promote any if could (hint, hint). All songs ©1998 John Morgan Curtis except childhoodsend ©1998 John Morgan Curtis /Abel Nunez The Emperor John-Morgan would like to thank no one. The Emperor has complete confidence in those who made this album possible are not as shallow and superficial enough to have their amour-propre stroked by subsuming their names to a boorish list. The philanthropic souls who ameliorated and aided the Emperor recognize themselves. They are of the quality and caliber of human beings that have better and more meaningful contrivances to do with life, than languishing time squinting at the back of an album in the thank you list coveting their tiny insignificant names. In fact the Emperor can’t of a more pathetic person than one who sits and deciphers paltry print aspiring to discover their cognomen in order to purport their lowly sense of signification. The Emperor pities these people, and so should you. This album is available to download in the MUSIC section. |
