The Power of a Hat

by Gunnar Madsen

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'A remarkable reimagining of Talking Heads' "This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)", manages the remarkable feat of not being hurled through the window, unlike every other Talking Heads song I’ve ever heard. The music always sounds fresh and sparkling, no doubt helped by the production skills of Kent Sparling (who mixed the films "Adaptation" and "Lost in Translation").' Stuart Hamilton, Zeitgeist Magazine

"This CD gives me tremendous hope for the music industry. I love this one. Every moment."
a fan from Amazon

"Ooh, I just love it!"
Beth Holland, KFOG

"Gunnar Madsen writes amazing songs".
Bob Campbell, KALW

"The song 'The Pants' is alone worth the cost of this CD".
Charles Dawson, fan from Seattle

On 100 acres of land in a bend of the Snohomish River in Washington State, a large log house is home to a beautiful recording studio. The house has accomodations for numerous musicians, and there are small cabins dotted throughout the property for additional housing.

In the summer of 1998 my producer, Kent Sparling and I assembled some of our favorite musicians at this studio, and for one feverish and exhilirating week, we put down all the basic tracks for this recording. Lucio, the guitarist, liked to work until 4 am creating his lunatic soundscapes, while I, an early riser, would be at the Steinway at 10am, recording solo tracks until the rest of the band had had their coffee and breakfast. All the band members are great cooks, and we had fantastic elaborate meals all week long. One of the best vacations I've ever had

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released June 23, 1998

Produced by: Kent Sparling
Engineered by: Daniel Protheroe

Additional engineering: Kent Sparling
Mixed by: Daniel Protheroe, with Kent Sparling, and Gunnar Madsen

Recorded and mixed at: Sage Arts Studio, Arlington, WA
Additional recording: G's Spot Studio, Submarine Studios, K's Cabin Fever Studios

Art direction & design: Hugh Bridgeford
Typesetting: Lisa Rappaport
Print Production: Curt Collinsworth

El Jefe Chef de Cuisine: Alain Despatie

Mastering: Bob Katz, Digital Domain, FL

Photo of Gunnar Madsen: Cynthia Smalley

Gunnar Madsen - vox, piano, acoustic gtr, perc
Lucio Menegon - Elec guitars
Toby Hawkins - drums and perc
Alain Despatie - perc
Chuck Deardorf - bass
Tim Romain - bass
Sam Burbank -bass and bk vox
John Croissier - perc
Kent Sparling - vox, elec piano, perc
The Birdwatchers - bk vox

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Track Name: Naked in the Garden
Where, where, where, where, where are you?
Deep in the garden
There's a little gnome
He holds a lantern to lead us on the way
Deep in the garden
There's room to roam
Room to mess, room to grow, room to play
Deep in the garden
There's a waterfall
The water's warm, get down to your skin
Deep in the garden
The lizards crawl
The air is sweet, the grass is cool, cast away your sin

Yeah we're naked in the garden
We're naked in the garden
We're naked in the garden
In the garden

Deep in the garden
We're all alone
There's no one here to tell us what to do
Deep in the garden
We're flesh and bone
Our hearts beat pure, pumping love, me to you and you to me and me to you
Deep in the garden
I like your hair
You touch me there, you touch me here
Deep in the garden
Our souls are bare
We're makin' love, makin' life, loving without fear

Yeah we're naked in the garden
We're naked in the garden
We're naked in the garden
In the garden

Where where where where where are you?
I'm, I'm here
I'm hiding over here
Where where are you?
Why are you always hiding?
I'm I'm I'm I'm over here

Yeah we're naked in the garden
We're naked in the garden
We're naked in the garden
In the garden
Track Name: Lulubelle
I had a little daughter
Her name was Lulubelle
She had a sip of water
And tumbled straight to hell
Oh my lord, how I missed her
I went out of my mind
I had a drink of water
And now I'm doin' fine
Blyeah-blyeah blyeah...
I had a drink of water
And now I'm doin' fine

I had a mental father
Angry and depressed
He thought I was a bother
I was his uninvited guest.
Oh I stayed for a few years
Til I turned twenty-one
I had a mental father
And now he's come undone
Blyeah-blyeah blyeah...
I had a mental father
And now he's come undone

My ma was into voodoo
She crucified my tongue
I didn't know what to do
I was scared and very young
Oh I suffered in silence
No one knew how I cried
But that was how she loved me
And now my tongue is tied
mmb-mmb-bmbmm
But that was how she loved me
And now my tongue is tied
Track Name: Little Bit of Me
I had control
I had composure
I had no fear of exposure
I had a grip
I had a plan
I knew what it was to be a full grown man

But something came loose inside
I could feel it rattling around
I couldn't keep it all inside
It got out, it can't be found

It's loose and it's free
It's a little bit of me

A cannon that's loose
A bird that's free
A sailor on shore leave after years at sea
A burning desire
A burning bush
An eye for an eye and for every tush

Something came loose inside
It was rattling my brain
I couldn't keep it all inside
It was driving me insane

It's loose and it's free
It's a little bit of me

It's just a little bit of...

Pieces keep on breaking loose
They don't fit in they have no use
Inside of me
I try to run
No matter where I end up I am always there
In spite of me

It's just a little bit of...

What's that smell?
What's that sound?
Ohh, here he comes, yeah, he's comin' around
Hold the meatloaf, forget the bills
Run for cover you better run for the hills

Everybody get inside
You'd better turn out all the lights
Everybody run and hide
You'd better shoot out all the lights
I'm loose and I'm free
It's a little bit of me
Track Name: Something Special
I'm sitting down to lunch with a bowl of milk and some captain crunch
I don't feel like eating much today
My mother said I was special
But that was long ago and far away
I don't feel like eating much today

The last time I combed my hair I was twenty five in a love affair
She didn't love me anyway
I never said I was special
Never said that I was worth the extra pain
She didn't love me anyway
I never said I was special

In 1966 I was born again and my soul was fixed
I don't need anyone today
There's only one who is special
And I hear every word He has to say
He is my only friend today
He doesn't tell me I'm special
He never tells me I'm special
Why won't he tell me I'm special?

The mailman comes at four I can see him from behind my door
I wait until he walks away
I look for something special
But it's junk, people asking me to pray
I don't feel like praying much today
I look for something special
I never get nothing special
I want to get something special
Track Name: Gentle is the Lamb
I've got big clumsy hands
And a poor uneven heart
I feel dumb and ugly
But the priests all say I'm smart

Walk by me on the street
Cold, cold faces
I am failed, I've tumbled down
Now I know just what my place is

Gentle is the lamb
Quiet is the slaughter
Gentle is the lamb
And its tears are only water

I know how fragile everything is
Everything is fragile yes and
Everything is fragile so I'm gentle

I've got the body of a man
Shame, shame, shame
I am different, you can trust me
I am different, I'm not the same

Stay and watch me sleep
The boy floats to the surface
He doesn't breathe, he doesn't speak
There's no sense, he has no purpose

Gentle is the lamb
Quiet is the slaughter
Gentle is the lamb
And its tears are only water

Gentle is the lamb
The lion, the lion loves the lamb
The lamb is softly sighing
Gentle is the lamb
The lion tears into the lamb
The lamb is merely crying
Just crying

Gentle is the lamb
Quiet is the slaughter
Gentle is the lamb
And its tears are only water

Gentle is the lamb
The lion, the lion kills the lamb
The lamb is merely crying
Gentle is the lamb
The lion, the lion loves the lamb
Track Name: Oh, My Wings
I've been bound to the ground
For so, so long
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

I long for my freedom
I damn these roots of safety
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

I crawl to the mountain
Pray and pray and pray
And my heart nearly flies
But my feet are blackened anchors
They will not leave the ground
And my soul is torn in two
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

I have tasted faith
I'm tired of my impatience
Oh my wings
Oh my wings
Oh my wings
Oh my wings
Track Name: Demon Waiting
There's a demon waiting for me
Down at the end of my block
He's drawing circles all around me
On the sidewalk with a piece of chalk

There's a demon waiting for me
He stinks of swamp and mud
He whistles music all around my ears
He stops my heart and chills my blood

Everybody
Says I'm crazy
But they don't know me
They don't know
Everybody
Who says I'm crazy
They don't know, they don't know!

Lift up his tail and smell his ass
That's exactly what he wants you to do
He'll have you smelling roses and carnations
He knows how to change your point of view

There's a demon underneath my bed
He laughs when I try to make love
When I'm sleeping he sucks out all my dreams
For the first time in my life I'm asking for help from above

Everybody
Says I'm crazy
But they don't know me
They don't know
Everybody
Who says I'm crazy
They don't know, they don't know!

There's a demon waiting for me
Down at the end of my block
He's drawing circles all around me
On the sidewalk with a piece of chalk
Track Name: Every Morning the Birdies
Every morning the birdies sing
No matter what happened the night before
Every morning the birdies sing
So sweet
Tweet tweet

They must know something we don't know
They always wake up on the right side of the nest
The birdies know to let things go
Tweet tweet
So sweet

I want to sing like the birdies sing
Want to wake every morning with a song
I want my neighbors to wake up with me
I want the whole neighborhood to sing along

Good morning neighbor
Howdy neighbor
Wake up neighbor it's a brand new day
Come on people, the whole world's waiting
We got to get up yes it's time to play

Good morning everybody
Good morning each and every one
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

It's a thousand voices making noises
It's the power and the beauty of an earthly song
Chickadees and children, lawyers and loons
Businesspeople and pigeons in the park at noon
Let it spread through the city and out to the country
Down in the valley and up into the sky
Let it rain in the ocean let it crash upon the shore
Let all the voices of creation make a joyful roar

Good morning everybody
Good morning each and every one
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

And at night when the stars come out
Each one carries a voice away
And we're left with the sweetest sound of all
And we're left with the sweetest sound of all
Track Name: The Pants
I know women who follow anything in pants
Intuition tells them that there is something valuable there
But they get confused - A man is not his pants
No, no
They got to understand - A man is not his pants

I've been studying history
I'm picking up a pattern
Nearly every foul deed was done by someone wearing pants
Buttoned and zippered up tight
They don't let in very much light
Dark, dark pants
Evil dark pants

The pants are the problem
The pants are the cause
The pants are what wrote
All the worlds' unjust laws

The pants want the power
The pants crave control
The pants always hide
All the good in man's soul

Take away the pants from the generals
Take away the pants from the politicians
Take away the pants from the captains of industry
Take away the pants and all their treacherous ambitions
Let the winds of change blow gently
The winds of change - A breeze between their knees

Pants don't talk
They only make statements
They put everybody down
One leg at a time
Who cares who wears the pants in the family?
They are the root of dysfunctionality
We got to try and imagine a new kind of reality

The pants are the problem
The pants are the cause
The pants are what wrote
All the worlds' unjust laws

The pants want the power
The pants crave control
The pants always hide
All the good in man's soul

Take away the pants from the generals
Take away the pants from the politicians
Take away the pants from the captains of industry
A boxer rebellion against the trouser inquisition
Let the winds of change blow gently on their vulnerability
The winds of change, a breeze between their knees

It's time to take away the pants
It's time to take away their power
When you get 'em hold on tight
Hold on tight
The zipper waits
It's the zero hour
Track Name: Late at Night
Late at night the dog's asleep
His master's voice is just a snore
The ivy creeps to the open window
The hall light shines underneath the door

Get out my cane, put on my hat
That closet needs cleaning, it always will
Walk in the moonlight, don't wake the others
All of the houses are dark and still

Old age, old age, I'm such a bother
No one listens to a word I say
Asleep all day, awake all night
Fragile bones, thin blood, always in the way

Wake up the neighbors with my old goat voice
Lie on the grass, wet with dew
Stare at the stoplight blinking red
The grandkids are dreaming of you
Track Name: Mama Mia
Mama mia Ai ai ai ai ai
Overflowing plate of apple pie
Subtle flower made of flesh and bone
Firepower in our tiny home

Morning coffee perks a happy tune
Crying baby pops the red balloon
Pillar of kindness, fragile as a stone
Mother's nature wants to be alone

The vacuum roars and pokes its head behind every door
It's in her grip
Don't let it suck out all your secrets
Mother, mother
I can feel you call my name

Voices singing in a mother tongue
Language leaking deep inside my lung
Breath of fresh air now lifts me from behind
She can't see it, mother love is blind

The vacuum roars and pokes its head behind every door
It's in her grip
Don't let it suck out all your secrets
Mother, mother
I can feel you call my name

Mama mia Ai ai ai ai ai
Overflowing plate of apple pie
Subtle flower made of flesh and bone
Firepower in our tiny home
Track Name: Dirty
You've been telling me so long
Everything inside is wrong and dirty
I listened hard and learned it well
That all my evil thoughts would lead to hell
And every feeling that I've had
Is just more proof that I am bad and dirty
But I am growing past my shame
And I am gonna turn this game around

And I wanna live dirty...Dig down in the mud
And I wanna live dirty...Dig down in the mud
And I wanna live dirty...Dig down in the mud
And I wanna live dirty...Ain't I flesh and blood

You scrubbed my face and tanned my hide
But everything inside remained so dirty
It's in the dirt the good things grow
And now I'm gonna let my good thing show
My halo now has disappeared
And I've become the things you've feared, I'm dirty
I grow my hair down to my knees
I'm rollin' in it--Anything I please

And I wanna live dirty...Dig down in the mud
And I wanna live dirty...Dig down in the mud
And I wanna live dirty...Dig down in the mud
And I wanna live dirty...Ain't I flesh and blood
Track Name: This Must Be the Place (naïve melody)
This song is by the Talking Heads - David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, and Tina Weymouth. It originally appeared as the closing tune on their "Speaking in Tongues" release.

Due to copyright limitations, we cannot reproduce the lyrics here.
Track Name: Baseball
Out in the sunshine
My mind is goin' off
I'm starin' at the grass
I see a fly

I'm in Modesto
Down in the double A's
My hands are sweatin' now
Don't let me down

But if I make this club today
I'll never go back down, no I'll be on top to stay

I had a contract
I had a convertible
Coach said he'd look for me
On TV

They said I had promise
I had potential
They don't say nothin' now
They let me be

And if I make this club today
I'll never go back down, no I'll be on top to stay

Up in the bleachers
People are laughin' now
Looks like they're havin' fun
They're drinkin' beer

And why do you write me?
I told you I'm doin' fine
I don't have time to write
I got things to do

If I'm gonna make it
I've got to concentrate
I've been on top before
Gonna be there again

I'm gonna make this club today
I'll never go back down, no I'll be on top to stay

Out in the sunshine
My mind is goin' off
I'm starin' at the grass
I see a fly
Track Name: I'm Home
I'm home
Anybody here?
I'm home

Hellooo...
Is anybody here?
I'm home

Just a note
Saying there's no one at home
All alone
I'm home