Harmony Handgrenade

by The Oxygen Ponies

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Harmony Handgrenade sees Paul Megna treading into new territory, giving up the lo-fi autobiographical melancholy of his debut for a richer, multi-textured soundscape. Strings, horns and backing vocals abound as Megna sardonically attacks corporate America on this politically charged and ironic follow-up. Sexy and immediate, lyrically intoxicating and musically loose, Harmony Handgrenade is post-apocalyptic without being melodramatic or self-indulgent. It’s matter of fact, chastened, jaded but hopeful. Just like Megna himself.

Produced by Megna and Don Piper and recorded live at Between the Trains studios in the fall of 2007 with Piper engineering, Harmony Handgrenade nearly became the record you were never going to hear. H.H. was recorded quickly with a live rhythm section in a single week. Nothing was rehearsed. The sessions ended a month later when overdubs were handled in the same celebratory way. The original mixes were completed by Thanksgiving, but Megna wasn't satisfied with the overall 'feel' so he turned to Dave McNair at Sterling Sound. McNair remixed and mastered the album in its entirety and handed Paul the completed project in April 2008. There was still plenty of time to prepare for a fall release to coincide with the upcoming election - only the Oxygen Ponies had been dealt an ugly hand. While McNair was finishing the record, Megna unexpectedly lost his day job and remained unemployed for the next nine months. No income meant no record release and no touring as there wasn’t any money to pay the band. So he tucked the masters under his bed and started producing Randi Russo's ‘Fragile Animal’. As the months passed, Paul struggled with the idea of throwing the whole project away or leaving it hidden under his bed as the 'lost' Oxygen Ponies record. Then in December of 2008 he listened to it again and decided it was still a great record and deserved a wider audience regardless of whether he was employed or could afford to have the whole band perform it with him or not.

Harmony Handgrenade was released on Hidden Target Recordings on May 19th, 2009 to more critical acclaim and eventually landed on three bloggers best albums of 2009 lists with the XX, Conor Oberst, Willie Nelson and the Animal Collective et al. It was championed on the air by Bob Harris of BBC Radio 2 who exclaimed “This is a really quite wonderful album… I think this music is amazing…” and the accolades snowballed. Brian Baker of Amplifier Magazine claimed “Harmony Hangrenade places Paul Megna into a class with some of music’s most creative purveyors.” Stereo Subversion claimed “[Megna] will soon take his place among the most influential of this generation’s musicians.” The Oxygen Ponies were personally invited by Bob Harris to play on his curated stage at the Truck Festival with member of the Jayhawks, Incredible String Band, Pete Molinari and Danny and the Champions of the World et al.

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released 19 May 2009
Produced by Don Piper and Paul Megna

Recorded at Between the Trains Studios, Dumbo NYC
Mixed and Mastered by Dave McNair

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Track Name: Love Yr Way
Here I sit in the twilight breathing
Like the wax I melt away
Back to youth and blind believing
Back before I learned to pray

I sold my soul for education
Every day I pay the debt
My entire generation
Better find a tourniquet

I don't know why I even bother
One black sheep can't kill the herd
Now I understand why father
drank and drank without a word

They broke my itchy trigger finger
scratched an 'x' upon my door
When they hang this message bringer
blood will reign down through the floor

God I love yr way - It brightens up my day
Will I ever say the words to make you love me?

I'm alive and my hearts still beating
Should have stopped so long ago
I'm so tired of retreating
All this movement takes it's toll

Then there's you Miss Sugarsunsmile
Coating me in heaven's light
Almost makes it all worthwhile
Knowing you are safe tonight

I don't know how to build no palace
If I did you could be queen
You and I would raise a chalice
To everyone who dared to dream

God I love yr way - It brightens up my day
Will I ever say the words to make you love me?

And you know that I pray - My soul to keep away
Everything expected of me

GOD I LOVE YR WAY - IT BRIGHTENS UP MY DAY
HEY HEY
Track Name: Fevered Cyclone
We live like clones in our suburban homes substituting plastic to get by
You own the best now you want all the rest
And you don't think you're living a lie, No you don't think you're living a lie

You're not alone in that frustration zone waiting for the help that won't arrive
They come to kill from their house on the hill
And you don't think you're gonna survive, No you don't think you're gonna survive

I'M SICK AND TIRED OF FIGHTING
LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS WITH ME
DON'T BE STRUCK BY THE BULLET YOU'RE BITING
DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE, DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE HAPPY

Those sticks and stones they might dislodge yr bones amputate the muscles learn to fly
I will not bend to the will of grave men
And I don't think that I'll even try, No I don't think that I'll even try

This age has grown like some fevered cyclone batten down the hatches in the sky
I'll be here still when the stars start to spill
Cause I don't think I'm ready to die, No I don't think we're ready to die

I'M SICK AND TIRED OF FIGHTING
LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS WITH ME
DON'T BE STRUCK BY THE BULLET YOU'RE BITING
DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE, DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE HAPPY

You think you're better than everyone

I'M SICK AND TIRED OF FIGHTING
THERE IS NO REASON FOR WE ARE FREE
STUCK BY THE BULLETS WE'RE BITING
DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE, DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE HAPPY
Track Name: The War Is Over
The war is over the bastards won
Don't leave home without your lungs
They'll shoot your mouth off without a pause
Every body has it's flaws

But not you, you're perfect
In so many ways
If God made models of his best creations you'd be on display

The war is over the hero's lost
Cauterize the permafrost
We're sinking faster than we can swim
Everybody's foundering

But not you, you're perfect
In so many ways
If God made models of his best creations you'd be on display

I'm not waiting around to pick you up off the ground
I'm not waiting around I'm not waiting around

Cause you got a problem with me I can tell
That you got a problem with being yourself
Track Name: Harmony Handgrenade
Harmony Handgrenade
Loved to bathe in lemonade early every morning before school
She took it off, she put it on 'til every single smell was gone
and all the boys laughed at her like a fool
She's no fool

Harmony Handgrenade
Took charge of the light brigade from the very moment she arrived
She turned it on, she put them off she cursed them with a nasty cough
and every single one of them they died

God and Country Can't Exist In A World Where The Free Are Slaves
We Work 'Til We Die We're Fatalists Who Commend Evil Men As Brave
In The End They'll Descend To The Grave
In The End They'll Descend To The Grave
Then We Shall Be Saved
Then We Shall Be Saved

Melody Marzipan
Played nude in the marching band 'cause she thought the flute was so uncool
She tore it up, they hosed her down they dragged her to the edge of town
All the boys they beat her black and blue
We're so cruel

Melody Marzipan
Never trusted Uncle Sam still she went to work from nine to five
He kept her down, until she blew she beat him with his silver spoon
She tied his tongue and now he cannot lie

God and Country Nothing's Worse Than A Land Where The Free Are Enslaved
We Work 'Til We Die, It's So Perverse They Pretend To Amend Their Ways
In The End We'll Ascend From This Grave
In The End We'll Ascend From This Grave
Riding The Crest Of A Wave
Riding The Crest Of A Wave

I am not a violent man if pushed I'll play my hand
God forgive me for the things I'll say
Everybody does their time in this land of broken spines
Standing on that final judgement day
Track Name: Grab Yr Gun
Now is the winter of our discontent I pulled out the splinters and knew what he meant
I placed them in piles one just one unfair one traveled for miles the other was barely there
I'm here at the crossroads to some larger fate swallowing shitloads of meaningless hate

Don't Try To Tell Me I Know When To Stop And When To Go
Don't Try To Tell Me What's Real I Know What I Feel

Faith, she's the mirror I lose myself in as the image gets clearer the struggle begins
I've suffered through seasons like this one before when any good reason was cause for a war

Don't Try To Tell Me I Know When To Stop And When To Go
Don't Try To Tell Me What's Real I Know What I Feel

Don't Try To Tell Me Who's Right It Starts Out Black Then Shifts To White
So Grab Yr Gun And Choose Yr Side Defend Yr Wounded Pride

Make My Day

GRAB YR GUN CHOOSE YOUR SIDE
LET YOUR LOVE BE YOUR GUIDE
GRAB YR GUN CHOOSE YOUR SIDE
COME ON COME ON IT'S ALRIGHT
Track Name: Finger Trigger
A road, a road, a passageway
Anything to dissipate the grey skies falling
This swimming pool of emptiness
That puddle full of loneliness just keeps on calling

You and I and everyone are waiting for a brighter sun to shine
Don't waste your time

HURRY UP DON'T BE LATE THEY'RE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE WINGS
YOU'RE A STAR SHOOTING DOWN COLLAPSING OVER EVERYTHING
- YOU'RE GONE

My finger trigger's on the pulse
Of everything but somewhere else they're making choices
I'm stuck inside wet clothes again
I try to tear them off and then I'm hearing voices

You and I and everyone are waiting for a brighter sun to shine
We're wasting time

HURRY UP DONT BE LATE THEY'RE GONNA DRAG YOU THROUGH THE MUD
IT'S YOUR LIFE IT'S A CRIME THEY'RE GONNA FILL YOUR LUNGS WITH BLOOD
- HANG ON

I can feel the terrorist inside of me
Choking on the apple of your eye
Everything I die to do or try to be
Never really gets me very high
Never really gets me very high
I'm never very happy getting by

HURRY UP DONT BE LATE THEY'RE GONNA KILL YOU WHERE YOU SLEEP
SHUT YR MOUTH CLOSE YR EYES AND COUNT THE BOMBS IN YR HEARTBEAT
Track Name: Tryna Get to Heaven
Stranded
upside down and empty handed
the acrobat has landed
face down
in the street
uncrowned
in defeat

I'm trying
to build muscles made for flying
should be living but I'm lying
earthbound
incomplete
stand down
and retreat

I'm tryna get to heaven through the cellar door
But everything I do it's all been done before
I always place and show you know I never win
I'm tryna get to heaven but I can't get in

Stranded
like a left hook that's been landed
on the jaw of one commanded
to bow down
to conceit
hell hounds
at my feet

I'm tryna get to heaven through the cellar door
But each step's getting further than the one before
All of my excuses they are wearing thin
I'm tryna get to heaven but I can't get in

I'm tryna get to heaven but I don't know how
To make it past this devil that I'm facing now
If he drags me to the bottom I've been there before
Tryna get to heaven through the cellar door

I'm tryna get to heaven but I lost my faith
In everyone I love and in the human race
What's the point in fighting wars you cannot win
I'm tryna get to heaven but I'm struggling

Stranded
upside down and empty handed
the acrobat has landed
Track Name: Villains
All you mystic gurus, liars, thieves and whores
A plague upon your houses and on your holy wars
I will lay my body down if the cause is true
But everything you're fighting for does not move me to

And oh, we got a long drive home
Oh, we got a long drive

All you self-defeaters I call you to arms
If we stop medicating then who will buy the farm
The fuckers in the white house hate your family
If it kills you then it cures them of your ideology

And oh, we got a long drive home
Oh, we got a long drive

Every single one of you would love to watch me fall
But I'm not going anywhere I am standing tall
Naked in this forest filled with villains and the like
I used to be a victim too but I have seen the light

And oh, we got a long drive
Oh, we got a long drive
Oh, we got a long drive home
Track Name: Smile
I don't care what you say
'Cause you don't listen either way
Everyone around me is on trial

So Smile

It's your moment in the sun
Everyone is gonna comer
Keep your head high remember you have style

So Smile

Yesterday someone said
'You keep this up they'll have your head'
But I don't think they understand
I like myself the way I am

I work my ass off everyday
When I come home it's time to play
Don't you tell me I'm acting like a child

When I Smile

Yesterday someone said
'You keep this up you'll soon be dead'
But I don't care cause I can't say
You wouldn't like me more that way

I write the songs for you to sing
And I don't like following
Anybody's backbeat but my own
Track Name: A Bottle Marked the Enemy
Water taster you have tested Everyone I know
Talk me backwards to the bed When I'm feeling low
Once there you will criticize the company I keep
All my insides ricochet cause I am not yr sheep
All my instincts castaway when I'm too drunk to sleep

There gonna come for you, when they come for you
Will it comfort you when they come?

Vinyl lover play another song that one is old
Why do all the Jesus freaks hate my rock n roll?
Like a band of busy bees upon you they shall swarm
God I hate the dirty south cause that's where you were born
God I hate your dirty mouth I'll move north where it's warm

I'm gonna come for you, when I come for you
Will it comfort you when I come?

ALL YOU ARE TO ME IS JUST A MEMORY
FLOATING OUT TO SEA IN A BOTTLE MARKED 'THE ENEMY'