First song of The Mad Umber Bird Sessions (1/3)

Lyrics by Brent Buckler
Written, Recorded, Performed & Produced by Brent Buckler
Mixed by Sander Cliquet

All Mad Umber Bird Songs were recorded beneath my bunk in my tiny bedroom nearby the marshes of Tremeloo.


The Land Of Wanton Lust 

She's got a silhouette like her charm and
she's got you stuck all in the gravity mazes
She's got a flag that waves on the moon and
green eyes starring to the foolish angels

She is lost in The Land Of Wanton Lust
She is lost in The Land Of Wanton Lust

She's gotta go with the autumn rain and
she can sail with the gambling strangers
She can sing like a meadowlark,
bribing kings with her magic fingers

She is lost in The Land Of Wanton Lust
She is lost in The Land Of Wanton Lust

The Land Of Wanton Lust

Second song of The Mad Umber Bird Sessions (2/3)

Lyrics by Brent Buckler 
Written, Recorded, Performed & Produced by Brent Buckler
 Mixed by Sander Cliquet

All Mad Umber Bird Songs were recorded beneath my bunk in my tiny bedroom nearby the marshes of Tremeloo.

Party Of Rogues  
(The P.O.R. - Union Party for The Drunks & The Lunatics)


Tonight's the night we fasten the ropes  
We're leaving the dark, to the moon we go  
Jelly on the wheel and Niel brings the beer, 
 the world is asleep, no one to hear

And ride, ride, how we ride  
Ride, we ride, Moonride

It's roundup time where the good whores are 
You're coming with me, girl you are mine
 Got a black hat on and a silver sword  
we are kings of the night, a Party Of Rogues

And ride, ride, how we ride  
Ride, we ride, Moonride

Pull down your dress, take off your shoes 
statue of pleasure let's paint this room  
Don't move child, for your own sake 
There's six of us, crawl for me babe

And ride, ride, how we ride 
 Ride, we ride, Moonride

Party Of Rogues

Third and last song of The Mad Umber Bird Sessions (3/3)

Lyrics by Brent Buckler
Written, Recorded, Performed & Produced by Brent Buckler
Mixed by Sander Cliquet

All Mad Umber Bird Songs were recorded beneath my bunk in my tiny bedroom nearby the marshes of Tremeloo.

The Madhouse Religion

In their pretty highchairs, they look down on me
with capitalistic assurance, it's their goodlordship oh,
they couldn't tear me apart
I'll keep my head, I'm not drinking acid water
but there's no time for misdeeds no, in this tyrannical place,
And I'm gone now

In a leviathan oak tree, it is shelter I seek,
I'm scattered to the winds that followed the sun,
and I'm nowhere to be seen

Do you think all the shades are bogeymen?
I guess it was the bogeyman that tore out my heart
the starry skies are an illusion to keep you in,
let you believe that you are free

hiding all the time
fleeing all the time
hiding all the time
fleeing all the time
hiding all the time

And like this haunting madhouse
they'd blacken another's skies

I will leave the shade someday, and try to forget my age, yes,
of written runes on endless walls
all petrified times and ragged sigh, stifled calls
Would you stray with me now on this rainy lane
you used to twinkle in my fears then die with the hopes,
that they kept us blind,
the dark's even darker now.

The Madhouse Religion

The Wishbone Wizard is the natural enemy of The Notorious Wishbone Thief, 
for a wishbone makes a bird fly and The Thief gets people down.
It's simply the task of The Wishbone Wizard to make them happy again. 