Further Than You Ever Knew by Psychedelic Mooj
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February 18, 2014

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"Further Than You Ever Knew" was recorded at SER Soundworks From July 2013 - November 2013 in Chandler, AZ.

Further than You Ever Knew

  • Sometimes It Happens That Way
  • Blood in the Snow / Кровь На Снегу
  • Gimme More
  • Undulations
  • Thus Always to Tyrants
  • Further Than You Ever Knew
  • Eight Burnin' Four Turnin'
  • What's Going On?
  • Sterling Sea of Blue
  • So Far Away
  • GT 350
  • Rock the Rhythm Room
  • Havin' a Good Time
  • My Father Was a Famous Two Gunman
  • Spirit of 1974

Journey to the Center of Your Mind

Going nine years strong, Psychedelic Mooj is now one of Arizona’s preeminent psychedelic blues jam bands. Founding members Ram Tuli, Richard Chavez and Dave Hull were joined by Rick Obenshain in 2011 and they’ve never sounded better.

Further than You Ever Knew has it all. “Sometimes it Happens That Way,” “Blood in the Snow,” “Gimme More,” and “Undulations” show the band can and will play straight-up rock n’ roll. “Thus Always to Tyrants,” “Further than You Ever Knew,” and “Eight Burnin’ Four Turning,” showcase the band’s raw energy. “What’s Going on?” feels like an anomaly, a relaxed way to get ready for something big. That something arrives with “Sterling Sea of Blue” and “So Far Away.” Then “GT350,” “Rock the Rhythm Room,” “Havin’ A Good Time,” “My Father was a Famous Two Gunman” and “Spirit of 1974” celebrate the band’s love of traditional American music.

ALBUM LYRICS
Sometimes it Happens That Way
Don’t want no fussin' and fightin'
Sometimes it happens that way
Some goodbyes are better unspoken
Our love has gone away
Headed south to Tucson
The weather is better, they say
A Dairy Queen blond with big blue eyes
Says she’s headed my way
Chorus
I’m not the kinda guy who settles down
Something better’s coming
I keep looking around
Good times and lovin' are easily found
Never know what you’ll find in a sleepy ol' town
Chorus
Don’t want ballin' and cryin'
Sometimes it happens that way
No use to keep on pretendin'
Our love has faded away
Headed east to 'Orleans
The work is better, they say
A Rexall Drug redhead with long lean thighs
Waits for me a mile away

Chorus
  Don’t want thrown dishes broken
Sometimes it happens that way
Some goodbyes are better unspoken
Left her a letter today
Headed north to Jackson
The weather is cooler, they say
A Waffle House brunette with dark eyes
Says she headed my way
Chorus
Look in the mirror and what do I see?
A lonely old man looking back at me
I used to be the king of this one-horse town
Now no one else is ever around
Blood in the Snow
Владимр, меня зовут
Ты не знаешь что я тут
смотрил везде и никого не нашол
Ты никогда меня не поймаешь
это то что я делаю

С пистолетом в руке и ножом в другим
Я буду тебя убивать
если ты не должень уходить от на
с Скажи всем что Советский Союз лучше всех
это то что я делаю

это то что я делаю
Кровь на снегу
Gimme More
Hey, that taxman keeps on taking
He ain't never satisfied
Takes half of what you’re making
Then even more after you've died
He don’t care if you're rich
He don’t care if he makes you poor
  He just wants what’s comin'
And then he wants some more
Chorus
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more, more, more
Hey, that women needs her lovin'
She ain't never satisfied
Trades in her old jalopy
For a longer, faster ride
She don’t care if you’re a rich man
She don’t care if she makes you poor
She just wants what's comin'
And then she wants some more
Hey, that boss man keeps you working
Got you toiling night and day
Makes you work them double shifts
Then knocks you down on your pay
He don’t care if you're rich
He don’t care if he makes you poor
He just wants what’s comin'
And then he wants some more
Undulations
Instrumental
Thus Always to Tyrants
Hey, look there! Cassius and Brutus—creeping through the night
Man, you know something-something just ain’t right
Tip-toeing up the backstairs of the Pompeii Theater
With dagger in each hand
Caesar don’t see it—he don’t hear it—he don’t know
It’s the Ides of March—Beware!
Chorus
Thus Always to Tyrants!
Thus Always to Tyrants!
Don’t see it coming, don’t know it’s there
It’s the Ides of March, Beware!
Hey, look there! John Wilkes—creeping through the night
Man, you know something-something just ain’t right
Tip-toeing up the backstairs of the Ford Theater
With a derringer in his hand
Mary Todd don’t see it—Rathbone don’t hear
It’s the Ides of April—Beware!
Further than You Ever Knew
Hey, Hey, Hey—where you wanna go today?
I saw an Avalon Ballroom freak out the other day
Electric Kool-Aid tested, through and through
Further and further than you ever knew
Hashbury-Diggers, feed the sheepish few
Manta-Rock, Human Be-In, a poem Ginsberg read
Throwing gentle flowers across The Dead
Hey, Hey, Hey—where you gonna go today?
Headed South, down to Monterey
The Airplane, Steve Miller, and Shankar too
Otis, Big Brother, Moby Grape, Byrds
Hendrix and The Who
Further and further than you ever knew
Electric flag waves for me and you
Happy shiny people everywhere
Gutter Puppets don’t cut their hair
Hey, Hey, Hey—headed north to Yasgur's Farm
For Miles and miles and miles, the people swarm
Havens, Santana, Sweetwater and Melanie
  Sebastian, Cocker, Sly, and Arlo Gutherie
Cold, Naked and The Dead
Alvin Lee, Johnny Winter, play with your head
Muddy, hungry and completely dazed
Then Sha-na-na’d and purple hazed
Hey, Hey, Hey—headed out to Altamont
Another free concert is all they want
Ike, the Stones, Burrito Brothers and Neil Young Play
While the 'Angles keep everybody away
Pushed, stabbed and broken down
This just ain't the same old rock n’ roll town
Watch the helicopters fly away
Hope we can do this again some other day
Hey, Hey, Hey—now look where you are
Watching Bonnaroo from a big limo car
Auto-tuned talent they peddle you
Missing some meat in your psychedelic stew
True, blue and nothing new
Sometimes we play for just a few
Then sometimes we’re the local talent in a show or two
I wouldn't trade this for nothing—how 'bout you?
Eight Burnin Four Turnin
Eight burnin' four turnin'
Ready on arrival and here to stay
Eight burnin' four turnin'
The Enterprise is underway
On the line in Yankee Station
She’s rolling thunder both night and day—hey!
Eight burnin' four turnin'
They're gonna have hell to pay
Eight burnin' four turnin'
Haze gray 25 years today
On the line in Gonzo Station
Patrolling the Hormuz both night and day—hey!
Eight burnin' four turnin'
Four pushing one, pulling two and three
Eight burnin' four turnin'
Turning 50 and mighty as can be
On the line still fighting
Somewhere south in the North Arabian Sea
What’s Going on
Instrumental
Sterling Sea of Blue
I want you to look into my eyes
Because I'm gonna hypnotize
And bring you deep inside
Together we'll ramble through
The darkness of your mind
Let's see all we can see
Let's find all we can find
Deeper
Harder
Farther
Faster than you ever knew
Deeper
Harder
Faster
Into a swirling sea of blue
Deeper
  Harder
Faster
Crawling through
Loneliness, helplessness and anxiety
They all disappear
Joy and happiness
Replace your fear
Deeper
Harder
Faster
Closer
Closer
That’s it
The darkness that was your mind
Now nothingness is what you find
Slow it down
Slow
Trapped!
  Trapped!
Trapped!
Trapped forever in my sterling sea of blue!
So Far Away
So far away
From where we used to be
A land of giving people
A land of the free
Sacrificing all for liberty
From North to South
Sea to sea
Sea to sea
Sea to sea
So far away
From where we used to be
A land of daring people
A land of the free
Sacrificing
A fight for you and me
  Land of the free, people
Land of the free
From North to South
Sea to shining sea
So far away
From where we used to be
A land of caring people
A land of the free
Twenty generations
Look what you see
People forgetting how
What it means to be free
What it means to be free
What it means to be free
So far away
From where we used to be
A land of giving people
A land of the free
A land of sacrifice
Of hard work and grace
Giving it all you got for your fellow man
  Working hard everyday
For your family
Opportunity
You forgot what it means to be free
GT 350
Hey, man
Let me tell you about my car
Hell, yeah
It ain’t just any car, man
It’s a ‘66 Mustang GT350
And I’m haulin’ ass down Beach Blvd
Yeah, take a look
Green-eyed brunette beside me
My pal Mike’s got two hot blonds in the back
C’mon
Let’s get it on
Candy apple red
White Lemans stripe
K-Code 289
  Solid lifters, listen
Got a Holley 4 barrel
T-10M aluminum 4-speed transmission
10-spoke wheels, man
306 Horses
Yeah, feels right on a Saturday night
C’mon, let’s get it on
Well it was all a dream, man
I wasn’t driving no Shelby
And I was all alone
In my old Rambler
Just cruising around and almost out of gas
Yeah, but in my heart I was driving that Shelby
And someday my dream will come true
Until then ain’t nothing left to do
Except
C’mon, let’s get it on
Rock the Rhythm Room
Well, look inside the New Times
What do you see?
  Lots of bands out rockin'
Just like the Psychedelic Mooj and me
There's still one place
Haven't played in this town
Best juke joint in the city
Best blues bar all around
Yeah, we try, try, try—try as best as we can
Wanna rock the Rhythm Room
Yeah, wanna rock the Rhythm Room
Well, we play funky psychedelic blues, man
Say we sound like Savoy Brown
We've certainly paid our dues, man
Played every honkytonk in this town
But there’s still that one place
Haven't played in this town
Best juke joint in the city
Best blues bar all around
Yeah, we try, try, try—try as hard as we can
Wanna rock the Rhythm Room
Yeah, wanna rock the Rhythm Room
Called Bob C. on the telephone
  Mailed him all our CDs
Even sent him a real nice glossy picture, man
Hey, man, we'll even play there for free
There's still one place
Haven't played in this town
Best juke joint in the city
Best blues bar all around
Yeah, we try, try, try—try as best as we can
Wanna rock the Rhythm Room
Yeah, wanna rock the Rhythm Room
Havin A Good Time
Pour me a single malt whiskey
Hand me a glass of gin
Someone bangin' on that front door
Come on, let 'em in
Pour me a mug of Jäger
Hand me an ice cold beer
There’s fighting going on in the kitchen
Let’s get them girls outta here
  Pour me a pint of vodka
Give me a chocolate stout
Someone bangin' on that front door
Go ahead, let 'em out
Dave's got himself a martini
Richard’s got a jug of wine
Rick's got some bathtub hooch
Now it gonna drive him blind
I got me some St. George's Whiskey
I got me some Botanivore Gin
Hey, man, I'm locked outside
Someone let me in
My Father was a Famous Two Gunman
Public Domain Song
Spirit of 1974
Instrumental

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