THE SPHINX - Chapter 4 ZOOATHALON & ON

Sessions took place over the course of 15 days between November 22 and Dec 9 2010 in Milano Italia at the world famous MONO Studio. Recorded and engineered by Matteo Sandri. Dedicated to the world and the flow of its emotions. Also dedicated to all of the world's Christine's, Christina's, Christen's, Kirsten's, Christopher's, Chris's, Kristof's, Christiana's, Kelley's and Karen's. Not to mention Ludwig's. And thank you to St. Christopher. And as always to St. Francis. And last, though perhaps not least, to the great grand master, THEODORE GEISEL, otherwise known to fools such as I, 

as DR. SEUSS, one of our greatest philosopher poets and artists.


Selections are
(as per usual in order of recording):

17) CHRISTINE (4:11)
18) AZERBAIJAN (3:50)
19) CHRISTINE PART 2 (4:11)
20) IF ALL I DO IS CRY (5:12)
21) KING OF THE SILVER MEDAL (2:11)
22) MARRY ME (2:11)
23) EAT MY THUMB (2:43)
24) THE SPHINX (1:33)

Lyrics & Credits:

17) CHRISTINE (4:11)

Christine release your sadness let go
Christine release your sadness let go
Christine release your sadness
or it will turn to madness
Christine release your sadness let go
Christine release your sadness let go
Christine release your sadness
or it will turn to madness
Christine release your sadness let go
Christine release your sadness let go

There's something about you girl now think it over
I wanna be your man, not just your lover
I WANNA BE YOUR MAN, THAT'S THE MASTERPLAN
now dig it:

Christine release your anger let go
Christine release your anger let go
Christine release your anger
or you become a stranger
Christine release your anger let go
Christine release your anger let go
Christine release your anger
or life's a middle finger
Christine release your anger let go
Christine release your anger let go

There's something about you girl, now think it over
I wanna be your man, not just your lover
I WANNA BE YOUR MAN, THAT'S THE MASTERPLAN, NOW DIG IT:

Christine can I come over today?
Christine can I come over today?
Christine can I come over
if I come undercover?
Christine can I come over today?
Christine can I come over today?
Christine can I come over?
Kiss me, 'cause I'm your lover!
Christine can I come over today?
Christine can I come over today?
Christine, can I come over?

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bongos, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboards (Horns), Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 
 

18) AZERBAIJAN (3:50)

If you go to Azerbaijan
leave your tentacles on
or things will get sticky
If you go to Azerbaijan
go by catamaran
in case it gets fishy 
O how can I forget you
Azerbaijan?
O how can I forget you 
Azerbaijan?

If you go to Azerbaijan
leave your pajamas on
and try to look busy
If you find yourself in a house
don't get caught like a mouse
for taking the mickey

Your daisies make me crazy
Azerbaijan
O how can I forget you
Azerbaijan?

If you go to Azerbaijan
leave your ZOOATHALON 
and travel much better
If you come to fork in the road
look for big salad bowl
the grass is much wetter!
Your waves have saved my days
Azerbaijan
O how can I forget you
Azerbaijan?

If you go to Azerbaijan
leave your ski goggles on
so you can look silly!
If you go to Azerbaijan
and they ask where you are from
just say you're from Philly!
If you go to Azerbaijan
show yourself as a man
and don't be a sissy!
If you go to Azerbaijan
don't think you're in Iran
or they will get hissy

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Electric Guitars,Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 
 

19) CHRISTINE PART 2 (4:11)

Tongue tied and feeling lonely
whiplashed and moving slowly
your back was broken on a wheel
and they call it 'wheat'
'cause that's what 'we eat'
I'm serving my time in prison
while keeping you in my vision
They found my fatal flaw
'cause I fought the law

Christine
the jungle can be mean
but life is just a dream
now let me hear you scream!

I gave to them what I remembered
before all my monkeys were dismembered
they handcuffed me to a cell
it was a souvenir from hell

Christine
the jungle can be mean
but life is just a dream
now let me hear you scream!

Take me into your navy
let the waters all around you save me
then take me by the hand
'cause I'M THE LEADER OF A BAND!

Christine
the jungle can be mean
but life is just a dream
now let me hear you scream!

Ride with me until I'm faded
drink with me until I'm jaded
and the same flames that's a burning you
are the flames that's gonna see you through
I'll cradle you in my service
and sit with you when you are nervous
'cause I dropped my rolling stone
but I still found my way home

Christine
the jungle can be mean
but life is just a dream
now let me hear you scream!

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 
 

20) IF ALL I DO IS CRY (5:12)

Don't you be afraid of my gun
or you'll never hear me
Don't you be afraid of my gun
or you won't get near me
Over and over again
I tried hard to make you happy
Over and over again, I tried
now I'm just trigger happy

Don't you be afraid of my gun
I am not a killer
Don't you be afraid
because if you run
it becomes a thriller
The soldiers of fortune have come
and they come with the sisters of mercy
slicing and dicing their way
into each day
'cause that's how you hurt me
and then your lawyers tried to work me

If all I do is cry
I cry a fountain
If all I do is cry
I cry a sea
If all I do is cry
I cry a river
If all I do is cry

Don't you be afraid of my voice
if I scream a little
Don't you be afraid of my choice
though it's still a riddle
the bullets and bandits have come
and they come with their ulcers bleeding
I came to you when I was young
now I come like a shark that's feeding
and with a tale/tail so long it bears repeating

If all I do is cry
I cry a fountain
If all I do is cry
I cry a sea
If all I do is cry
I cry a river
If all I do is cry

Over and over again
I tried hard to make you happy
Over and over again,
we tried to reach you
so that's why they sent me
you never know the price of envy

If all I do is cry 
I cry a fountain
If all I do is cry
I cry a sea
If all I do is cry 
I cry a river
If all I do is cry

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Electric Guitars, Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 
 

21) KING OF THE SILVER MEDAL (2:11)

‘cause I'm the king of the silver medal
no matter how fast I pedal

Travelling at the speed of my own thoughts
thinking about the races that I've lost
over mountains and the pouring rains
through the valleys and the alleys
of the fruited plains
because I'm the king of the silver medal
no matter how fast I pedal

Samples of my blood have all been screened
I've won nothing but I'm always clean
I will get the gold eventually
but until I win a race,
this is what I'll be:
'cause I'm the king of the silver medal
no matter how fast I pedal

Cycles come and cycles always go
I'm a cyclist and this is what I know
the Tour de France is calling out my name
and I will scandalize them all
by stepping up my game
'cause I'm the king of the silver medal
no matter how fast I pedal

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Electric Guitars, Banjo, Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 
 

22) MARRY ME (2:11)

The portrait of my life is incomplete
Marry me, marry me, will you marry me?
The voices in my head are not as sweet
Marry me, marry me, will you marry me?

Marry me my dear
and let's be clear
I need your love
to stay right here with me
Marry me

I'll build you a castle made of stone
Marry me, marry me, will you marry me?
'cause where you hang your picture is my home
Marry me, marry me, will you marry me?

Marry me my dear
and let's be real
you're family
that's how I feel for you
Marry me

My life hangs in the balance of your eyes
Marry me, marry me, will you marry me?
Show me more surrender than surprise
Marry me, marry me, will you marry me?
Reflections in the mirror aren't as true
when I look at them and not at you

Marry me my dear 
and let's be clear
I need your love
to stay right here with me
Marry me

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Bongos, Piano, Organ, Strings (Keyboards), Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 


23) EAT MY THUMB (2:43)

Ga Ga Goo Goo
Can I have a talk with you?
Let's speak while you clean
up my boo boo
Leave the bigger 
questions away from me
So I can get more
out of my infancy

That's why I eat my thumb
I eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
I eat my thumb
I eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
Eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby

I saw, she saw, 
but so did Arkansas
I saw seashells
selling against the law
I keep my mouth shut
unless I go numb
My opinions 
I keep in my thumb

That's why I eat my thumb
I eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
That's why I eat my thumb
eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby

Einstein in my mind
is a good friend
I dream of him again and again
I pull his mustache
and then he laughs
We go to titty bars
but we don't sign autographs

That's why I eat my thumb
eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
That's why I eat my thumb
eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
Eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
Eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby

That's why I eat my thumb
eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
That's why I eat my thumb
Eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
Eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby
Eat my thumb
'cause I'm just a baby

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Piano, Horns (Keyboards), Percussion (Maracas), Vocals by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 


24) THE SPHINX (1:33)

Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bongos, Bass, Electric Guitars by Sananda
© + ? 2010 Treehouse Publishing 
 

Variously, instruments used were, Yamaha Drums, UFIP cymbals, Latin Percussion (bongos, maracas etc.), Fender Jazz Bass, Gibson SG Custom, SG Special, and Flying V Guitars, Gibson DOVE Acoustic Guitar, Fender Banjo, Acoustic Model 401 Bass amp, and the magnificent MAGNETO combo amp MAGNETO/SM1. Roland and Kurzweil keyboards were used. MR. DRUM Nick 'The Sticks' Taccori drum sticks were used. We also used the bathroom when appropriate.

All songs written, produced, arranged and performed by SANANDA FRANCESCO MAITREYA.
Recorded and engineered by Matteo 'Sergente' Sandri. Mixed by Sergente and Sananda. All songs recorded and mixed at MONO studio, Milano for TREEHOUSE Publishing. Thank you Mattia Pittella, Alessandro Pasini (a great young Amp maker), Lily Phillips, and all the guys at LA VETRAIA. Also thanks to Matteo Cantaluppi of MONO studio. And Enea Bardi and Nick Taccori, as well as our live concert crew of able bodied pirates. Dedicated to all of my foundational heroes of all stripes, though this time especially to masters MILES and LENNON. And to grand master Hank Williams (and to Aretha, Dionne, Ella, Gladys Knight, Patsy Cline and Dusty Springfield). Throw in my mom and Diana Ross and I am good. Thank you all for moving my lamp. Special thanks to Francesca Francone Maitreya and to our Francesco Mingus for their amazing support and inspiration. And to Matteo Sandri for his professionalism, guile and good manners. It is a pleasure to work with you! 
And thank you to Giovanni Lega for his legal expertise!

This concludes our Sphinx chapter experience. Henceforth, spirit willing we shall arrange to commence upon the appropriate time with mastering for CD and Mp3. Hopefully in time for next year. We hope you enjoy what you may of THE SPHINX, we enjoyed having the opportunity to bring these songs into the real physical world and out of our mind, where I am haunted by them should I ignore them. It is not lost on me what a great and enduring privilege it is to create music and the responsibility I feel for what expression/impression it inspires. And we are most fortunate that enough of you care, that my efforts on music's behalf are never quite in vain. Thank you!

Lucky I was to have been born previously in the YEAR OF THE TIGER. 1962 they tell me it was. Both my son Francesco as well as THE SPHINX were also born in the year of the Tiger. Perhaps not the same exact Tiger, as my Tiger had a bad limp, a black eye and a wheezing cough when he came for me. This Tiger, of 2010, seemed a bit more confident. Far more bounce than limp, thank God. What energy of master Tiger we could draw from and summon through our roots, we made every effort to channel and direct into something worthy of your time and imagination. Tiger pushes and drives hard, but I myself were made for hard graft and serious pushing. I have been rolling a stone, like brother SISYPHUS, up a mountain for so long now, I am lobbying to have it entered as an Olympic sport. Or at least get a tax deduction for the stone. Tiger isn't too good at question asking and permission gathering. Pounce happens precisely when pounce needs to happen. When roar has got to be, roar is, and who takes it personal is ignorant of the laws of nature. Who gets eaten who gets in the way of Tiger, gets eaten. Without much in the way of judgment or apology. And favoring natural body salts as the seasoning of choice. Besides, the question isn't whether Tiger eats you, but whether he spits you back out again. It just may happen that you come out in slightly better shape than you went in! 
So Tiger, having owned his year's vigor and determined grunt, leaves us to return to those far away lands Tiger goes when not required by the round table to take his place at the center of the wheel. 
Perhaps he spawns with 'Tigerina's', who rub and lick his stripes. He goes off and gathers the next fruits, rubbing his archetypal glands all over the ZOOATHALON. The parade of archetypal spirit beasts, animal totems, psyche fragments, ghosts, goblins, mythical creatures, werewolves, vampires and in-laws. The parade our vanities willingly take part in to further the image of ourselves in time. Our daily trek across the great plains of life and its ever altering and shifting scenery, the doubt chasms widening. Our trip through a funhouse mirror testing the distortion of our own opinions. A fixed gaze melting upon the horror of its own judgement. We have always been drawn strongly to the Big Cats. I GET the big cats. Their fierce concentration, their isolation, ability to pursue their lives alone, the karmic knowing in their lightning struck eyes. The felicity, the meditative stillness. Their inspiring physicality and their effortless sensuality. Their aloofness and knowing when to lean in and give much more of themselves. Their vaunted independence. THE SPHINX as the GRIFFIN, the Lion with wings! The big cat that flies. Like time itself does. Check out the story, Sphinx is gone now. Up, detached himself from those rotted ancient moorings and got the hell out of Dodge before the next sheriff showed up with a warrant. The year of the Tiger was for this humble artist, the year of the Sphinx and its attendant Zooathalon. Each one of these songs have come from what new life breathed into me, a desire to break through chains, stretch my soul's wings, and take a few friends along with me, who like the sky I fly in ('cause when I fly in my own sky I fly first class)! ZOOATHALON & ON indeed! You bet! And like the beat, it does go on and on 'til the break of dawn. That is why we like to fly, because like Happy Hour, at any given moment on planet Earth, dawn is always breaking somewhere, when of course Dawn is not breaking wind, that silly cheese loving girl..........(on and on 'til the crack of dawn, you've got your cheese, I better get my crackers on....)

And just like that, thus concludes Post Millennium Rock's first decade. Thank you for bearing witness to the egg unfolding! More of the ZOOATHALON'S escapades to come. 
Stay tuned! 
THE SPHINX now faces you, wherever you are!