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Engines

by Blue Food

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Peter Jones
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Peter Jones Stunning. Chef! is hot!

I'd have liked a bit more time in each track for the ideas to develop - there's excellent stuff going on here and it's a shame it's over so fast. Favorite track: Chef!.
oguz286
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oguz286 A beautiful mixture of funky freshness. Favorite track: Boogiemen.
Poesy Rider
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Poesy Rider Ah mes aïeux ! ça faisait longtemps que je n'avais pas groové comme ça ! Ce disque m'a mis les fourmis dans les jambes et, qui plus est, évite le trop de répétitions inhérent au genre. Bref, tout simplement funk groovy prog ! Favorite track: Waterwalking.
Spicy Wolf
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Spicy Wolf I decided to give this album a try because Odin Alvarez, the drummer from Thank You Scientist, plays on it, and I am glad that I did! Blue Food is what happens when you take funk music and inject it with a nice dose of big band. Give them a try, I think you will be pleasantly surprised! Favorite track: Tête-À-Tête.
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1.
Boogiemen 05:39
It’s 3 A.M. and you can’t sleep ‘Cause the boogiemen are on the TV screen A thousand channels, and in HD But fear’s the only frequency You shiver, you shudder, you Toss and turn under the covers, you Lock the door, shut the windows and close your blinds And then you hear a creaking in the floor A bony finger scratching at the door And a voice under the bed is whispering, “Tell me, is that frightening? Are you terrified yet?” As the talking heads deliver the night news feed Something’s festering underneath And then in every corner the shadows creep Making sure you’re horrified and glued to your seat Tell me, is that frightening? Are you terrified yet? Tell me, is that frightening? Are you terrified yet? You won’t mind your living hell You’re too busy scared to death What should really get you petrified and pale Is that the boogiemen are all just in your head You stammer, you stutter, you Can’t seem to find the words to utter, you Become a slave to the chill going up your spine And you’re so scared of what goes on outside The horror movie that’s become your life That you’re welcoming the wool they’re pulling up and over your eyes You won’t mind your living hell You’re too busy scared to death What should really get you petrified and pale Is that the boogiemen are all just in your head You just can’t be rational when you’re about to piss yourself Don’t you know that in darkness dwell the fears of men? Shine the light of right of mind and they disappear All your fears are reflections of yourself Tell me, what’s so frightening? Terrifying? Petrifying? Horrifying? Illuminate the terrors in your mind and you’ll shine For all your shadows shatter in the light Just shine Illuminate the terrors in your mind and you’ll shine For all your shadows shatter in the light Just shine Just shine
2.
Chef! 03:58
He’s got his mind marinating Simmering on the low flame of thought A spirit bubbling in the heat of the moment And he’s stirring it up I said, he’s stirring it up He’s cookin’ up a recipe for the ages Taking this, that, anything and everything He’ll slice it up, and dice it up, and toss it up and into the pot Now he’s serving it up I said, he’s serving it up I said, he’s serving it up (With a dash of courage and a pinch of pride) Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen? A ticking time bomb for your tongue Can’t stand the heat, then get out When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful Can’t stand the heat, then get out He’s got a room full of drooling mouths waiting To slurp, suck, swallow, and devour whatever he’s got If you’ve got yourself a dish you think can hold a candle Well, I said, serve it up, now, sucka I said serve it up (With two parts heart and three parts mind) Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen? A ticking time bomb for your tongue Can’t stand the heat, then get out When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful Can’t stand the heat, then get out Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen? A ticking time bomb for your tongue Can’t stand the heat, then get out When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful Can’t stand the heat, then get out Can you smell what Chef’s cookin’ in the kitchen? A ticking time bomb for your tongue Can’t stand the heat, then get out When you’re finished with your first, get a second helping He won’t stop ‘til you’re bellyful Can’t stand the heat, then get out
3.
You ain’t heard of a suicide quite like mine ‘Cause I never feel as alive as when I’m on either side Of an intellectual tête-à-tête Of a moral, ethical argument Where both heads can give as good as they get And come driven by a mutual intent What the Greeks would call a glorious death, but strictly in the figurative To lose is to learn To lose is to learn To lose is to learn Because tension’s what creation is A confluence of different voices So let’s get a jam session in, whatever your instrument is And let’s harmonize in our dissonance And we’ll come to find it all complements Things like “wrong” and “right” are irrelevant When we’ve crucified our narcissist Bring our song up to that perfect pitch And we’ll know we’ve played some funky shit To blend is to birth To blend is to birth To blend is to birth To lose is to learn To blend is to birth To lose is to learn To blend is to birth To lose is to learn To blend is to birth
4.
Waterwalking 05:57
Blown back in my wake as I “waterwalk” into your daydream ‘Cause you can’t You can’t tell the puddle you’re in from the sea See, what keeps you in the kiddie pool is some notion that you’re a fool And that I’m spoon-bending Levitating Coming up from some higher school Wake up, now Wake up, now Hey! You know, I’m not some miracle I’m not I’m not walking on water You know, I’m not on some spiritual trip I’m just I said, I’m just the only one who bothers Puking in your suit as I “waterwalk” into your boardroom ‘Cause you can’t You can’t tell a paycheck from a prison cell See, what keeps you grinning greedy is some notion that you’re winning And that I’m daydreaming Stagnating Working through a rebellious phase Wake up, now Wake up Hey! No, it’s not so simple I’m not Said, I’m not just another rebel No, it’s a matter of principle I’m just Said, I’m just trying to get better No, I’m not some miracle I’m not Said, I’m not walking on water No, I’m not on some spiritual trip I’m just Said, I’m just the only one who bothers You can bend spoons and change your tune You can break out if you want to You can learn to lose your suit All it takes is some resolve to You can bend spoons and change your tune You can break out if you want to You can learn to lose your suit All it takes is some resolve to In over your head and puking in your suit ‘Cause you can’t You can’t tell that there’s no difference between me and you And what keeps you shallow swimming And what keeps you bottom feeding Is that you’re thinking distance While I’m constantly pushing “Waterwalking” through life, yeah “Waterwalking” through life, yeah
5.
Well, it’s a lonely road taking sides with an abstraction To be loyal to principles and holding reason as your compass And you’ll find your words bouncing off the walls obstructing progress It may feel futile but a restlessness prohibits your inaction A man of mind plowing through the mires of apathy and silence Through a sea of souls, somnambulant and Willing their heads into the sand They polarize at the sight of any sign of any kind of opposition Grip their habit tight and kick and scream in separation So, the only route The way, it seems Is to be the change we wish to see To beat a path and prove it can be followed Singing, “I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world” Singing, “I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world” You transcend yourself when devoted to an ideal You become much more than flesh and bones and impermanence, yeah Just keep treading on Steadfast, confident, relentless Pushing what moves the earth well past the goal, and then keep on going ‘Cause each one of us holds the torque and key It’s just a matter of firing it up and being True to heart and mind in the frontiers of questioning Singing, “I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world” Singing, “I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world” Sing it! I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas Singing, I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world Sing it! I wanna be I’m gonna be the engine of the world I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world (I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world) I wanna be I wanna be the engine of the world) Keep that engine rollin' Train kept a’rollin’ Keep that engine Heart and mind Keep that engine rollin' Train kept a’rollin’ Keep that engine Heart and mind You’ve got to start with yourself, brother You’ve got to You’ve got to start with yourself, brother Said, I wanna relieve the shoulders of Atlas Relieve the shoulders of Atlas Prrrrup, dup dup dup Prrrrup, dubbadeedup Woo!
6.
A boy shuts his door and switches on the sun Opens up a window in a windowless wall Any landscape, any scene he likes He flies without the wind, climbs mountains without the frostbite An endless view hidden in the blankest stare No thoughts, no concerns, no cares The boy holds the world in the cradle of his palm A liquid air surrounds a tiny plastic town The boy gives a shake, sending shimmers afloat Covering it all in a blanket of faux snow Boy builds a blizzard in a sphere A makeshift microcosm that takes him far away from here He just sits still but travels miles and miles Never paying mind to all the snow falling outside Boy builds a blizzard in a sphere A makeshift microcosm that takes him far away from here
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8.
Seeds 04:49
Under our barren land there’s subtle movement A budding change A bloom unfurling In due time they’ll slowly surface To spread their seed and shift perspectives Taking care to carry us with them And their roots will anchor their new way As they venture across the expanse Of our brightening potential Vivid and lush with promise But here in our sullen wasteland The sum of our graces fallen Sowing our futures into the mirror Of all our discontent We search for a horizon in the desert that clouds our vision We sit and can’t help but wonder, what are they waiting for? We’ll hear them whisper through our breathing winter, “We’re here gestating Lying, waiting For our time For the right time to rise For our time For the right time to rise” Well, it’s about time Said, it’s the right time to rise
9.
Joker Face 05:09
Here I am, sitting in a seedy downtown bar The Joker deals the cards, yeah A chalk white face, a purple suit and shiny wing tips, yeah A Glasgow smile and a Cuban cigar, now He said, “I’ll see your raging ambition and I’ll raise you sedition Who says you can’t have a little bit of fun?” I said, “I’m calling—all in—so may the best hand dealt win” He said, “Son, it was over long before it began See, sonny, you’ve gotta learn to play a little dirty Straight shootin’ only makes it easier for me to win it Deep down you must have known the tables would turn ‘Cause I rigged the deck and a full house beats your two pair” He said, “You’ve got something to learn, boy It’s dog-eat-dog in this world Get this and get ahead” But that’s so cynical That’s so cynical “Well, well, well,” I said, “I see you need a little regulation, yeah I’ll be dealing ‘em myself from now on, yeah” He said, “I’ll see your optimism and I’ll raise you religion See, every good idea just goes wrong This game goes much deeper than the dealin’ Bad beats are fairy tales designed to keep you playin’ Deep down you must have known you don’t have a chance I’ve got an ace up my sleeve, now read ‘em and weep” He said, “Try all you want to control, boy As long as you play it by the book you’ll be drawing dead You’ll find it’s all just a joke, boy, and the best poker face is a smile That’s just the way it is” Well I don’t care about how it is, only how I want it to be I don’t help things exist if I don’t like what they mean So you’re the only card game in town, but fair’s just not how you play I’ll fold for now and I’ll go start my own game I just don’t care how it is, that’s not how I want it to be I don’t help things exist if I don’t believe in what they mean So you’re the only card game around, but I don’t like how you play I’ll fold for now and I’ll go start my own game ‘Cause I’m not so cynical Not so cynical Hoo-ah!
10.
Alchemists 05:39
A random roach motel’s bedside table Therein lies the key to my master plan Brown and leather-bound, beside the Bible Inscribed under the title, it says, “Placed by The King of Salem” I’m spreading the word, just like a Gideon An alchemist in the lull Trying to turn leaden souls into gold Coelho’s masterwork Santiago’s fable Left inside the nightstand Room after room before the unsuspecting eyes Of mourning sleepers Should they look inside They’ll find their dream is alive I’m spreading the word, just like a Gideon A word I’m hoping they’ll learn And the word is inspiration ‘Cause I’m leading a legion I’ll be the white feather catalyst calling ‘em to unlock their desires When you follow your legend, all the universe conspires to attain it All you need is a spark An inspirational thought For the flame of fulfillment to start All you need is a spark For the flame of fulfillment to start Because the world is brimming full of sullen wanderers Dragging their feet through their self-imposed exiles Buckling under the weight Of their growing fear to fail Feeling gray and aged—and hard to wake ‘Cause I’m leading a legion I’ll be the white feather catalyst calling ‘em to unlock their desires When you follow your legend, all the universe conspires to attain it All you need is a spark An inspirational thought For the flame of fulfillment to start The years pass and I’m carrying out my plan I find myself in a room I’ve never been I open the drawer to find the good book’s already inside Someone’s spreading the word (All you need’s a spark) Just like the King of Salem (Inspirational thought) Another Alchemist in the lull (Turn leaden souls to gold) Proving there’s a spark and the flame’s ‘bout to come We’re spreading the word Just like the King of Salem A word we’re hoping you’ll learn And the word is inspiration And the word is inspiration And the word is inspiration
11.
Quiet on the set! Take one of the revolution The scene is set, script is read, blocking is down But you’re staring out into the lens Stuck, stiff, emotionless, and tongue-tied Can I get some motivation here? Where’s all your passion? Where’s your conviction? It takes a little more than reciting lines to play a part Cut! Take two of the revolution Lights, camera, more inaction We’re callin’ in the make-up crew To force your face to feign interest Can I get a stunt heart in here? This bag of bones can’t be bothered to breathe or beat Isn’t there an actor here who can act alive? I’ve got an open mind for comments and rewrites But without a rising action there’s no dénouement You want revolution without leaving your chair But you’re broke if you bargain with what isn’t there I’m tired of appealing to your better angels We can’t wrap production unless you act I saw the best minds of my generation lost to lethargy We’re losing light and our budget’s tight And your best work so far is on the cutting room floor Mamihlapinatapai Mamihlapinatapai Mamihlapinatapai Mamihlapinatapai What can I expect from you when your demo reel’s a still frame? No one can direct you but yourself But yourself I can’t expect much from you when your method is rigor mortis No one can incite you but yourself But yourself Take three of the revolution Green screens and 3-D motion-capture The camera’s shooting emptiness A void we’ll fill in post-production Animate a human right here Perfect his speech and program some feeling in The revolution will not be live, but CGI You talk evolution but I’ve seen this before You passed your audition on anger alone But your crippled complacence makes your trailer a hearse You’re much less Guevara than Hearst You want revolution without leaving your chair But you’re broke if you bargain with what isn’t there So sick of appealing to your better angels We’re wrapping production until you act (Mamihlapinatapai Mamihlapinatapai Mamihlapinatapai Mamihlapinatapai) Quiet on the set!

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Relieve the shoulders of Atlas.

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released August 31, 2012

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Odin Alvarez - Drums
Michael Carolan - Trumpet
Angel Eduardo - Voice
Jeremy Gorin - Saxophone
Wilhelmus Sapanaro - Bass
Miles Ungar - Guitar
Chris Winn - Trombone

All songs © 2012 Blue Food
Performed and produced by Blue Food
Written by O. Alvarez, M. Carolan, A. Eduardo, J. Gorin, W. Sapanaro, M. Ungar & C. Winn

Recorded 27 February 2011 - 1 April 2012 at The Ungarground II, Edison, NJ

Engineered by Miles Ungar
Mixed by Rick Warren - rickwarrenmusic.com
Mastered by Tom Waltz - waltzmastering.com

Executive Producer & Legal Consultant: Paul B. Ungar, Esq. - paulbungar.com

Album artwork by Anastasia Panagakos
Packaging design and art direction by Angel Eduardo
Printing by Hellman Production - hellmanproduction.com

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Blue Food is funk for the 21st century. A 7-piece prog/funk/rock outfit, creating eclectic, powerful music fusing elements of funk, rock, metal, jazz, and everything in between.

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