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Thief In The Night

from 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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Aaron Ross' original track, please listen: aaronross.bandcamp.com/track/thief-in-the-night

lyrics

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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from Perfectly Manufactured Reality, released October 6, 2018
Written by Aaron Ross
Live, improvised arrangement by MAC

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