No Maps

by a man called son

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The third A Man Called Son album

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released November 25, 2016

Simon Pearlman - Vocals, guitars, keys, piano, charango, drums, percussion, effects.
Stefanos Koroblitsas - Bass, double bass, charango
Ben Salter - Vocals on Tracks 5 and 9
Monique Shelford - Vocals on Tracks 1, 2 and 6.
Lee Yee - Vocals on Track 4.
Daniel Kahn - Brass on Track 7.
James Hazelden - Cello on Track 10.
Mot Bollox - Guitar on Track 8.

Recorded at Landslide Melody Studios (Melbourne) and Drysdale Hall between December 2014 - June 2016.

Tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9 mixed by Mot Bollox.
Tracks 3 and 10 mixed by Simon Pearlman.
Mastered by John Webber @ AIR Studios, London
All songs written by Simon Pearlman. Copyright 2016 A Man Called Son.

Photography by Jonathan Pearlman.
Artwork and design by Kathrine Price.

Special thanks to: Kathrine, Ben and Lyndell Price, Danielle Koroblitsas and Graham Thomas.

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a man called son Melbourne, Australia

A Man Called Son is the brainchild of Simon Pearlman. Conceived in Brisbane's heady mix of tropical heat and DIY attitude, Simon set about building his home studio. Several EPs and two albums later, as well as the odd self-combusting drummer, AMCS is still going strong. A third album 'No Maps' is due for release in mid 2016. The new single, 'Temperament' is a taste of the future direction of AMCS. ... more

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Track Name: Jewel Of The West
Down at the new marina
The crowd swelled through the pier
Money to burn by the bright white lights
And endless golden beer

Seagulls fighting over chips
A man reveals his bronze chest
Wonder what you would make of it all
Jewel of the west

The streets are lined with peppermint trees
That gave your suburb its name
They wanted to knock down your stately home
Where you brought the band to play

Because no one believes in culture here
Just mineral conquests
Was there something in the water that made them turn blind
Jewel of the west

Grand visions in a Greyhound
'cross the Nullabor Plain
Stole away to London Town
Exotic and untamed

I'm never going to be as good as you
But neither will the rest
No one is fit to steal your crown
Jewel of the west
Track Name: Three Horses
Turn back
The roads are flooded
Like a wave hitting the ground
The first time I'm early to meet you
But it's too late for that now

I won't miss this town or its rumours
Grows on their backs
Cancerous tumours
I can see them now
At your wake
They dry their eyes as they pass around the cake
Nothing to lose
Nothing at stake

The flash of thunder
Mud on the windscreen
I see three horses
Cross the stream
They make it over
And leave me behind
The tyres below are deep in the water
But the engine is running at least
Track Name: Humidity
Hide the cheap bottle in the sand
Cops will prize it from our hands
Stumble down to the esplanade
Petty theft at the Tropical Ritz
I can't even steal a kiss
No escape from this humidity

Catastrophe on New Year's Eve
They missed the countdown
And we're too drunk to care

Wish I could float endlessly
On that icy blue sea
No respite from this humidity

Catastrophe on New Year's Eve
They missed the countdown
And we're too drunk to care
They locked the doors
Refused entry
Spill out on the streets
And we're too drunk to care

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Track Name: Temperament
Call me old-fashioned but what's that you've got there?
Covers your torso, your neck up to your hair
Tell me you went down to the parlour for a dare
You ask me when am I going to live life without a care

Can't relax in the city streets
Burning coals underneath your feet
Don't have the temperament
Don't have the temperament you need
In the crowd you're King Kong
Start another singalong
Don't have the temperament
Don't have the temperament

At the local bar you spoke of your travails
Wine and women and a stint in a Spanish jail
Somebody ought to put some brakes onto your legs
Drink from the cup too fast you know you're going to reach
Know you're going to reach the dregs

Can't relax in the city streets
Burning coals underneath your feet
Don't have the temperament
Don't have the temperament you need
In the crowd you're King Kong
Start another singalong
Don't have the temperament
Don't have the temperament

Drink from the cup too fast
How you ever going to make it last?
Track Name: The Glitter Strip
Pitch black in the campervan
No running water, the creek was dry
Step out in the blazing afternoon
The sun is a bloodshot eye

All my failings are just like any other man
If I lost direction would you take me by the hand?

Tracing back each step now
Cleaning up the glass shards
Blew all the cash down the Glitter Strip
Played a losing card

All my failings are just like any other man
On your undertaking would you meet me where I stand?

Five years of dwindling fortune
Through every den in town
Stuck on the same roulette
No mercy when the chips are down

All my failings are just like any other man
If I lost direction would you take me by the hand?
Track Name: Give Me A Little Sign
Town with no winter and no character
Has finally tied me down just like you said
But I won't give up yet
In the heat of the day they pass before me
A thousand faces
Something's out of reach
You are not forgotten

Give me a little sign
I don't care how visible just tell me you're all right

Shiny red planes over my head
Could it be that you are one of the passengers
Staring out your window
And the dusk feeds on the blood of a sunset
Like the mosquito dancing on your skin
You are not forgotten

Give me a little sign
I don't care how visible just tell me you're all right
Tell myself everything is fine
But I don't know how far you've gone
You've left me far behind
Left me far behind
Track Name: Lost Chords
All the nights you stood by the side of the stage
All the tricks you tried to learn from the start
All the promise of your early years
You lost somewhere in a bottomless beer

All the hopes you had misplaced
Hungover in the afternoon sun
The rats have fled the sinking ship
Holding onto youth and losing grip

The lost chords, the drunken speeches
Tangled like seaweed washed up on beaches
No one is ever as free as they want to be

All the clocks stop at your office desk
Stuck in a rut it's oh-so Kafka-esque
Nothing changes, no one complains
Wearing your best funeral dress

Try to sleep but you can't ignore
The blast of techno from the house next door
If you'd been born decades before
Things would be the same but you'd like the tunes more

The lost chords, the drunken speeches
Tangled like seaweed washed up on beaches
No one is ever as free as they want to be
Sharp businessmen, hellfire preachers
Everywhere you look there's poisonous leeches
No one is ever as free as they want to be
Track Name: Tangloah
Midnight on a deserted freeway
In the land of no vacancy
Every truck dazzles and blinds us
All lit up like a Christmas tree

Jangled nerves, tempers frayed
Just sit down till we reach the state line
And see that golden sign
Tangloah

Turn into the petrol station
Deep in some backwoods town
Two youths followed me into the restroom
Looking for trouble but you stared them down

Jangled nerves, tempers frayed
Just sit down till we reach the state line
And see that golden sign
Tangloah

Sun burning bright, over the beach
Follow that road, know we're not out of reach

Van broke down early this morning
Lost reception, no phone in sight
Walked for an hour in the sunlight
Flies on our backs, hitching a ride
Track Name: Sandy Jay
Sandy Jay
Flew to the Tableland from southern city
Was a clear day
The Gypsy Moth
Carved through the desert sky

No maps to navigate by
Only the telephone lines

Sandy Jay
Young family awaits her
With their newborn child
By the gate
Took off her helmet
They could not believe their eyes

Slight of frame, barely 24
Long hair flowing to her uniform
They'd never seen the likes of her before

Sandy Jay
Bright lorikeets gather in her garden
Drift away
Asleep in her armchair
The past a distant dream

Young pilots, too young for the war
Men of fortune and flaws
Did you ever think you'd outlive them all?