Make Way, Make Room

by The Mongrel Jews

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released August 15, 2010

Annie Hughes: vocals, harmonica, mandolin
Sarah Shay: vocals, washboard
Aaron Shay: vocals, banjo

All songs written and arranged by The Mongrel Jews, except for track 6, written by Darby Slick and arranged by the Mongrel Jews, and track 2, co-written by Rian Johnson.

Recorded by Ryan Pangilinan at the Thigh High Stocking Company in Seattle, WA

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Track Name: The Smuggler Song
Oh I wanna be a smuggler
Smuggle by day
Drink by night
Hey hey hey!
Oh I wanna be a smuggler
Travel from town to town
Casin' your mansions and stealing your antiquities!

Riding on the railway, headed for the coast
Steamer ships across the sea, now I don't like to boast
But we're the baddest band of smugglers you ever have seen
Taking this and taking that and trading for the green

I don't want a safe roof and an early bed
Cornered on a midnight run, you might just lose your head
But when you're the best, all the rest can take a flying leap
You'll never have to worry about dying in your sleep
Track Name: Ballad of the Exiled Prince
I'll be your exiled prince if you'll be the fire that calls to me
And I will take every miracle and plague that falls to me
'Cause I walked through the valley
Overshadowed by death
Ten dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath
I knelt barefoot in your presence
Just to learn all of the lessons
That are due to me

Just like the waters to blood,
Just like a staff to a serpent,
Just like the frogs in the mud,
I will be your hand and your servant.

Gimme the blood of the lamb sacrificed in the light
And I will save you from the angel that comes for you in the night
'Cause I can part your Sea of Reeds
And plunge into your deep
If you lay me by the well
And sing me to sleep
I will plead for your mercy
If you bleed for my heresy
Until the stones weep

You can take me through the desert
I'll eat the manna from your hand
Take me up to the mountain top
And deny me the promised land

Just like the waters to blood,
Just like the staff to a snake
Just like the frogs in the mud
I will do what ever it takes!
Track Name: Miss Watson's Paper Cranes
Ms. Watson held her paper cranes
With tethers made from lions' manes
She held so fast and they, so strong
Pulled Ms. Watson up along

They pulled her to the toppest tops
Of clouds made out of unused mops
They pulled her to the mountains steep
Where ivy made of teabags creeps

This holiday went on so long
It had to be put into song
They flew so far with her, it seemed
That nothing seen had yet been dreamed.
Track Name: Hot Biblical Mess
Let me buy you a drink
Take you up the hill
The night is young
And we've got time to kill
Build up an altar,
Light up the fire
Ignore the thrashing ram
All caught up in the briar

You're my sacrificial lamb
No angel's gonna come and try to stay my hand
The night is clear and starry
But nobody gives a damn
That you're my sacrificial lamb

Gonna tie you up and hitch you
To the side of my hip
God may be watching
But he don't give a rip
The wine's gone to vinegar
Confetti's blown away
I'll take you to a higher place
But there is a price to pay.

You're my sacrificial lamb
No angel's gonna come to try and stay my hand
This ain't the bible
And I'm no Abraham
But you're my sacrificial lamb

Got a little rope
Got a little coal
Got a little knife
So we're all set to roll
If you want some magic,
This is what I can do
Just say the magic word
And the knife will follow through

You're my sacrificial lamb
No angel's gonna come to try and stay my hand
This ain't the Akedah
Nobody gives a damn
That you're my sacrificial lamb.
Track Name: My Flask
One night while crawling on Pike Street
Met a girl who thought me a swell
The things we had tasted
Had made us quite wasted
And walking a straight line to hell
She scooted in close to me sweetly
As I fed her another bad line
Oh, I didn't have to beg
With her hand on my leg
Well, she asked if that stiff DRINK was mine.

It's just my flask in my pocket
That I like to share with my friends
Oh it's just my flask in my pocket
And a means to enjoyable ends

We ran from the pub in excitement
But I lost her in the crowd on the street
As loud as I was,
Singing like a drunk does
I fell prey to a cop on the beat
He told me he needed to frisk me
In his search for some illegal greens
No hint of panache
This thick-necked Mustache
Thought he grabbed a magnum in my jeans

It's just my flask in my pocket
That I like to share with my friends
Oh it's just my flask in my pocket
And a means to enjoyable ends

Now, when this old life is over
And my flask and my liver are gone
I will sit at the gates
Subject to the fates
Who'll expect I'll admit all was wrong
Saint Peter will give me the stink-eye
When my funeral mourners all dance
He'll ask and he'll frown
Lookin' me up and down
What's sticking out of my ethereal pants

Oh! It's just my ____ in my pocket
That I like to share with my friends
Oh, it's just my ____ in my pocket
And a means to enjoyable ends