Animal Songs

by Ian Faria

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This album was recorded in the winter of 2016 in Providence, Rhode Island.

credits

released March 6, 2016

Ian Faria - vox / baritone ukulele / keys
Edgar Clinks - guitar / backing vocals / keys on "Prayer Song"
Fat Keith On Drums - drums
Phat Pat On Banjo - banjo
Jentz Zirbel - bass
Will Gant - drums on "Raccoon Song," "Providence Place Mall," and "Dog Song"
Sarah Plummer - vocals on "Prayer Song"

Save for "Frankie and Johnny," a traditional american folk ballad, all songs were written by Ian Faria. Compositions were made with significant input and support from Edgar Clinks.

Cover art by Kat Pisetti

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Wet Mut New York

"cosmic" and "folk"

formerly:

Soggie Pooche
Drippin Dawg
Moyst Howned

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Track Name: Raccoon Song
Raccoon
Raccoon

Don’t hide your trash
Just a sewer cat
Lookin’ where the food is at
Can you blame him for that

I’m not a nice guy
But at least I treat my raccoons fine
And when it starts to storm
Them raccoons are coming in so they stay warm

My brother says to me
Why don’t you take those cats to the taxidermy
I tell my brother Hank
I’m not making a franken-coon

I’m not a nice guy
But at least I treat my raccoons fine
And when it starts to storm
Them raccoons are coming in so they stay warm

The priest he says to me
Them sewer cats are the devil’s army
And I tell Father Marvin
Them sewer cats are just real starvin’

I’m not a nice guy
But at least I treat my raccoons fine
And when it starts to storm
Them raccoons are coming in so they stay warm
Track Name: Providence Place Mall
Maybe he
Won’t talk to me
Have a good

Don’t say a word
Hey brother

I’m trying to make the bus
But I’m bust I’m blue I’m new

I don’t carry cash
‘Cept for that which I wear on my back

A Herschel Supply Co. sack
A Canada gooseman jack
Obey my baseball cap

Coppin kush
Stick around
Watch some tv

Don’t want the
Neighbors seein

Boys walkin in and out of my door
That’s forty for an eighth

Light up and reflect on the bum
Who has hardly ate

Au bon bum crossaint
Burrito via Baja’s
Out of the melting money pot

Sing a song
Maybe then I’ll
Toss a dime

I know that soon
my time

Will come when I’m down on Thayer
Playing for a break

Til then I’m saving what I got
And spending what I save

Cause a desperately depraved teen genius
Keeps his money on his back

So let’s cross the mote to the mall
Where white meets black

Oh I love this city
Never want to leave
So I drank the water
From the well on benny street
Track Name: Rabbit Song
Shoot me in my liver
Shoot me in my brain
I don't care where you place my pain

Shoot me as a sinner
Shoot me as a saint
Long as you make my death humane
Track Name: Rattle Song
Asked my grandma to write a song
That’s what she once did when she was young
What ever happened to that burnin fire
She said “I’m too tired, it would take too long”

I told her that I am tired too
Even at the age of twenty two
You don’t need to die to sing of death
But you oughta see red before you sing the blues

I oughta stop making my joints pop
So that the last song I play is on the day
When my heart stops, fingers drop, eyes pop
Open my mouth up so I have the last say

My last song will be a rattle
Out of tune and wanting words
My last dance will be a march
Leave this battle, no more to hurt

My grandma asked me why I am tired
I told her that I’d lit my chest afire
So that I’m the last one I will hurt
So my heart will burn ‘til it expired

I told my grandma all I’ve got
Are the friends that choose to keep me and the words I jot
Anything beyond that’s hip to go
Remind me I’m alone, that I will rot

I oughta stop making my joints pop
So that the last song I play is on the day
When my heart stops, fingers drop, eyes pop
Open my mouth up so I have the last say

My last song will be a rattle
Out of tune and wanting words
My last dance will be a march
Leave this battle, no more to hurt

Can’t think of how tired I’ll be when
I’m my grandma’s age and my grandma’s dead
She told me to play somethin at her wake
But how will I make myself get out bed

No need to know God to sing a hymn
No need to even have forsaken him
Even when you haven’t been to mass
Through those doors you’ll pass, before you’re in

I oughta stop making my joints pop
So that the last song I play is on the day
When my heart stops, fingers drop, eyes pop
Open my mouth up so I have the last say

My last song will be a rattle
Out of tune and wanting words
My last dance will be a march
Leave this battle, no more to hurt
Track Name: Prayer Song
I cannot remember the last time that I prayed
But I will do my best to think of something to say
Thank you mom and dad, Big G and Uncle Neil
Aunt Lynn and Cousin Sarah for sharing in this meal

But there’s someone I will not thank no matter who he is
No matter what the books he writes
Say that he has did
And that is God

Cousin please believe me when I say I understand
Why you doubt the promise of a promised land
God can be an ass if he’s even real
And we won’t know that for sure until we’re both a done deal

Because I want to eat this meal I could say that all’s alright
I’d be lying, I don’t know
Keep up with your fight
Until you’re gone

Two thousand years ago a man died on the cross
And two thousand years later, that stone’s gathered no moss
If it’s true that what he says is the law of the land
Then why did my dear brother die at his loving hands

There’s someone I refuse to thank no matter who he is
No matter what the books he writes
Say that he has did
And that is God

Two thousand years ago a man died on the cross
Though that gesture meant well it doesn’t make him your boss
He can’t be blamed for your brother’s last breath
Just as you shouldn’t blame yourself for your dear brother’s death

Because I want to eat this meal I could say that all’s alright
I’d be lying I don’t know
Please keep this in mind
It’s not your fault

Thank you dear dear family for sharing in this feast
And let us thank the animals that have keeled for us to eat

Let us thank our brother who passed before his time
We’ll join you someday be it in the ground or in the sky
Now let’s dig in
Track Name: 21 Can't Drive
Planning on trippin to El Paso
Cannot drive and I never could

Thought enough cars had been sold
Doesn’t mean I liked where I stood

Hate that I’m loved cause I owe the world
Ask a friend to chaperone

Can’t just leave without a word
Wish that I could drive alone

You didn’t break the mold
You were born sleeping in cars
Your skin will burn to gold
It will hurt hard


Gonna go learn a little more Spanish
Start by saying my goodbyes

Adios to Jericho hamlet
Adios to old LI

Once we’re down in Amish town
I’ll learn to drive beside a horse

In Virginia where our car breaks down
I’ll learn to walk beside the course

You didn’t break the mold
You were born sleeping in cars
Your skin will burn to gold
It will hurt hard


By the time I’ll reach El Paso
My feet’ll have worn down to the bone

Can’t speak lick of espanol
Vomit cause I’m sick for home

At least I’ll have my jurisdiction
Maybe I’ll learn to hitch a ride

Author of real-time nonfiction
Lack of life stands by my side

You didn’t break the mold
You were born sleepin in cars
Your skin will burn to gold
It will hurt hard
It will hurt hard
Track Name: Dove Song
I try not to write
Metaphors
But I can’t help it when
I’m sore

The dove represents
My confusion
‘Bout the thing towards which I have
A compulsion

My parents both were married
At nineteen
How did they do it
Beats me

Did they have as many
Evening talks
When they lived together
In New York

How can I love someone
And hate myself
Apes asked themselves
This very thing
That’s how we knew
That they were us

The compulsion that
Of which I sing
It involves building
Two wax wings
And soaring
Straight at the sun

I hate New York
I hate New York
I hate New York
I hate New York

Convoluted
Tell-all

The dove is made of wax
So it falls

What that means for me
I’ve yet to tell

Manhattan is my own
Personal hell

The steaming stop at sixth
Was packed today

I swear I saw my parents
‘Cross the way

They looked young and sepia
And lean

It seemed as though they’d both been
Crying

How can we love each other
Hate ourselves
They asked themselves
These very things
That’s how we know
That we are them

The love song in this
Dove song is the
Pinnacle of my devotion
Questioning
How do we mend

I hate New York
I hate New York
I hate New York
I hate New York
Track Name: Linda Goodman's Sun Signs Book
Tel me where I'll be next year
Tell me for whom I'll fall
Tell me if I'll shed a tear
If I learn to molt at all

Tell me when they'll dig my hole
I can make it happen soon
Til then it's out of my control
My answer lies in virgo's moon

Tell me how to pay my rent
Linda Goodman's Sun Signs Book
All my goodwill has been spent
All my virtues have been took


Will the world fill to the brim
Will I ever learn to care
Maybe once the sun goes dim
I will start to lose my hair

I want to drench myself in oil
Know how the Koch brothers feel
They seem to have their shit in order
Know how emotionally to heal

Tell me how to pay my rent
Linda Goodman's Sun Signs Book
All my goodwill has been spent
All my virtues have been took


I want to swim in the canal
Take a hit for all mankind
This is where it's got us now
No more use in being kind

Tell me book how do you do
Ian I feel like I'm dying
Book I feel the same way too
Good that someone else is trying

Tell me how to pay my rent
Linda Goodman's Sun Signs Book
All my goodwill has been spent
All my virtues have been took
Track Name: Cat Song
Arching your back
Storming up a purr

Up against my legs
Bristling your fur

With rough tongue
And sharp claw

You mangled
A mockingbird’s Adore

Memorial eve
On Cherry Street

Making your last run
But the car’s got you beat

You’re so warm
When you’re dead
You’re so warm
When you’re dead


Wrapped in a towel
By the cherry tree

Wrapped beneath a slate
So that we’ll remember thee

The mockingbird returned
The squirrels gnawed at your post

Cicadas thrived
In the presence of your ghost

And when I think of then
I think of then with thee

Feel you purring softly deeply
In my sleep

You’re so warm
When you’re dead
You’re so warm
When you’re dead
Track Name: Dog Song
You’re a dad
To me now, dad
We share views
I can’t see color

But before
You brought me home, dad
You need to know that
I had a brother

And he lived
In destitution

In the Bronx with
One hundred other children

Packed
In a shoebox condo

But he fell sick and
He had to go

Extra small
I was bred
So that I could
Fit inside a purse

Now that I
Am almost dead
I see that my size
Has been a curse

How I wish
That I could howl

Like my ancestors
On the prowl

On a full moon
Much like this

Please let this be
My dying hiss

That is all
I have to say
I’m on my way
To the giant play-ground

Up on high
In the sky
All the birds and the fishies and the frogs and the cats
Say hi, hi, bow, wow, meow, caw

Hi, hello
Where did you go
Brother I’ve missed you
For much too long
Track Name: Frankie and Johnny
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Lord how they did love
They swore to be true to each other
True as the stars above
He was her man
Wouldn't do her wrong

Frankie went down to the corner
Just for a bucket of beer
She said to the bartender
Has my lover Johnny been here
He is my man
Wouldn't do me wrong

I don't want to cause you no trouble
Woman I ain't gonna lie
But I saw your lover an hour ago
With a girl named Nelly Blye
It was your man
Think he's doing you wrong

Frankie looked over the transom
And saw to her surprise
Her Johnny sitting on a cot
Making love to Nelly Blye
It was her man
He was doing her wrong

Frankie pulled back her kimono
Took out her little 44
And rooty-toot-toot three times she shot
Right through that hardwood door
She shot her man
He was doing her wrong

Bring around your rubber-tired buggies
Bring around your rubber-tired hack
I'm taking my man to the graveyard
And I ain't gonna bring him back
I shot my man
He ain't my man no more

Bring around a thousand policeman
Bring 'em all around today
Lock me down in that dungeon cell
And throw that key away
I shot my man
He was doing me wrong

Frankie said to the warden
What are they gonna do?
And the warden said to Frankie
It's the electric chair for you
You shot your man
He was doing you wrong

Well this story has no moral
No this story has no end
This story only goes to show
That there ain't no good in man
She shot her man
He was doing her wrong
Track Name: Hurt You Bad Blues
All my life a lucid dream
Then I awoke to your sound

You're the voice I used to sing
The water where I drowned

Before we met I was scared
To drink and smoke and fuck

Then I learned that life with you
The life that I was scared to lose
Is two, not one


Wish that I had written down
The words we shared in bed

All that I have as proof
Is the person I now am

So thank you hon, thank you honeybug
You and your spongecake heart

May we someday bike again
Though I know that I
Hurt you bad I miss you hard