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Perfectly Manufactured Reality

by MAC

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    Contemporary Celtic-Americana folk trio MAC’s (McKasson / Alexander / Cotter) is an exploration of what it means to be one branch of a centuries-old and always-evolving tradition while also being inescapably guided by influences from a number of musical languages. The band's 2018 record, “Perfectly Manufactured Reality,” is a gutsy Celtic-Americana album that depicts this creative journey from its infancy through a detonative consummation.

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Bluebird 03:32
She's a bluebird Resting on the branches and the brambles That you tattooed long ago On your once-unweathered skin She’s never known the sky She was painted into place By an artist Who will wait until The leather crumbles in She's a bluebird Leaping from her nest with abandon Discovering her wings Have not quite broken in We’ll find her on the ground We’ll patch her up and say She's an artist She will paint A masterpiece of where she's been She's a bluebird Calling out to any who will listen It’s beautiful to hear her She’ll end as she begins She's a bluebird A bluebird Watch her fail to fly Then watch her fight to fail to fly again
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The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing The corn, it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in And when a women tells me my face, she’ll soon forget Before we part, I’ll wage a crown she’s fein to follow yet The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing The swallow flies without a thought, as long as it is spring But when spring goes and winter blows, my lass and you’ll be fein For all your pride to follow me across the raging main So say me no farewell here; no farewell I’ll receive So you shall set me to the stile, then kiss and takde your leave And I’ll stay here til the moorcock calls and the martlet takes his wing For the snow aye melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing So say me no farewell No farewell I’ll stay The snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing The bee that flew when summer shone, in winter cannot sting And I’ll stay here til the moorcock calls and the martlet takes his wing For the snows, they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
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Row On 04:03
Clouds are upon the summer sky There’s thunder in the wind Row on, row on, and homeward high Nor take one look behind Row on, row on another day May shine with brighter light Ply, ply the oars and pull away There’s dawn beyond the night Bear where thou goest the words of love Say all that words can say Changeless affection and strength to prove And speed upon the way Row on, row on another day May shine with brighter light Ply, ply the oars and pull away There’s dawn beyond the night Like yonder river would I fly To where my heart would be My barque would soon outsail the tide That hurries to the sea Row on, row on another day May shine with brighter light Ply, ply the oars, and pull away There’s dawn beyond the night But yet a star shines constant, still Through yonder cloudy skies And hope, as bright, my bosom fills From faith that cannot die Row on, row on another day May shine with brighter light Ply, ply the oars, and pull away There’s dawn beyond the night Row on, row on another day May shine with brighter light Ply, ply the oars, and pull away There’s dawn beyond the night
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Tuula's 04:35
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New Air 04:45
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Last night when I woke up I was shooting pool with Lady Luck She bought my soul for a measly buck She said all she ever wanted was to dance I asked her what was in her cup She said "Life" and then she drank it up She had an American flag on her pickup truck And "Freedom" was sewn onto her jeans She said, she said "California is the place to be They'll match the quota of your every need They'll tell you cocaine harmonies When all you ever wanted was a chant." And she said, "The night looks like it's never been as young As when it had a vision." She said, "You used to call his name You used to hold his hands But now you're making love And now you're making plans You didn't know the moment You didn't know the date You didn't know my fortune You didn't know my fate You said, ‘There's no time to wait when you're a thief in the night.’" I realized all of heroes they are dead They died in their beds With loaded shotguns to their heads And victim tattooed on their hands I sought counsel in a group of some I asked them if it was what they'd done They said - they said - they said, "The good, the good, they all die young And never - they never, ever, ever meet demand.” In the group I saw my friend I said to him, "What a way for a life to end." He said "Well, have you been born again?" I said, "No, it's just a change of plans." And he said, "The night looks like it's never been as young As when it had a vision." He said "You used to cry You used to get high But now you're scraping Just to get by Once you were Jesus You were the Son You were the Father You were Everyone But now that is - that is - that is - that is done And you're a thief in the night." I went to the edge to see The bottom of the drifter's sea Where lonely dreamers cash in their dreams For a case of beer and a year's supply of food stamps Sinatra was there without a clue His eyes were red, they were no longer blue He said "What's a swinging boy to do But sleep with - sleep with liars and tramps?" I said, "What's this world coming to?" He said, "There's something burning new." I said, "You must have felt that once now, didn't you?" "But now the light has flickered from your lamp." And he said, "The night looks like it's never been as young As when it had - had a - had a - had a vision." He said "You used to think This world would never end You thought you have the chance To do it all again But now you're in Heaven Or you're in - you’re in - you’re in Hell As far as I can tell - I can tell - as far as I can tell It's just as well For there are no freedom bells There are no freedom bells There are no freedom bells There are no freedom bells There are no freedom bells There are no freedom bells There are no freedom No freedom There are…there is no freedom bell There are no freedom bells There are no freedom bells There are no freedom There are no freedom There are no freedom bells When you are… When you are… When you are… You used to cry You used to get high But now you’re scraping Just to get by Once you were Jesus You were the Son You were the Father You were Everyone But now that is done And you’re a thief in the night

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Contemporary Celtic-Americana folk trio MAC’s (McKasson / Alexander / Cotter) is an exploration of what it means to be one branch of a centuries-old and always-evolving tradition while also being inescapably guided by influences from a number of musical languages. The band's 2018 record, “Perfectly Manufactured Reality,” is a gutsy Celtic-Americana album that depicts this creative journey from its infancy through a detonative consummation.

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released October 6, 2018

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