Thomas Kivi & The Immigrants (2013)

by Thomas Kivi

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In the winter of 2011-12, Kivi's four-piece band—The Immigrants—and debut CRYING CHILD producer J. Park moseyed into an anonymous West Bank, Minneapolis studio and recorded all six full-band songs on the EP live, in under three hours. Original takes from drummer Dan Demuth (Communist Daughter) and bassist Al Vorse anchor a range of lyrical songs that swell, fall, and build again. Complemented by the twinkly twang of Sarah Pray's mandolin and her spot-on harmonies, THOMAS KIVI & THE IMMIGRANTS is rhythmic, invigorating roots-rock that plays along the borderlines of Wilco, Nirvana's MTV Unplugged, and the sweeter songs of Tom Waits.

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released January 1, 2013

Thomas Kivi—vocals, guitar, tambourine
Sarah Pray—vocals, mandolin, saxophone
Dan Demuth—drums, percussion
Al Vorse—upright bass, electric bass
Sarah Bodeau—trumpet
John Peters—electric guitar

Engineered by Joe Hinz and J. Park. Mixed posthumously by J. Park. Post-production, mixing, and guitar by John Peters (producer/engineer of Fire in the Northern Firs EP).

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Track Name: Cops & Crims
I don't like what you have
I don't like what you call it
The money trap's got me with my pants down
Shoppin' for a wallet

So you see--ain't no surprise
In the land of many eyes
That the masters of the get-down--the poor clowns
Can't remember where they bought it

Cops and crims, hers and hims
All the guys and the gals in their good disguise
Cops and crims, hungry grins
Those who do and don't know why

I don't like what you have
I don't like what you call it
The money trap's got me with my pants down
Shoppin' for a wallet

So you see--ain't nothin' new
This whole white world's red and blue
It was made in China, man
And Afghanistan's drowning in the bibles

Cops and crims, hers and hims
All the guys and the gals in their good disguise
Cops and crims, hungry grins
Those who do and don't know why

I don't like what you have
I don't like what you call it
The money trap's got me with my pants down
Shoppin' for a wallet

So you see--ain't no surprise
In the land of many eyes
That the masters of the get-down--the poor clowns
Can't remember where they bought it

Cops and crims, hers and hims
All the guys and the gals in their good disguise
Cops and crims, hungry grins
Those who do and don't know why
Track Name: Truth & Heresy
Muster mass hysteria
Fanatics in control
The truth turns into heresy
And heads begin to roll
The author of Utopia
Is killed by his own king
Goliath knows the story now
Don't give a man a sling

Just like Christ almighty,
Just like the late-great Socrates
Go on, up them stairs to the gallows
Cuz' you won't get down on your knees

In old Amsterdam the idols
Were all broken in the wake
Of Augustine's great triumph
Or Luther's grave mistake
The people of old Salem
put the witches up on trial
The Spanish Inquisition
Done up with New England style

Just like Christ almighty,
Just like the late-great Socrates
Go on, up them stairs to the gallows
Cuz' you won't get down on your knees

The Moors are at the doorstep
And they're sick of the abuse
It's been nearly a decade
Being broke is no excuse
Love your fellow man
No matter what they say
Just watch out for the hangman
For standing in their way

Just like Christ almighty,
Just like the late-great Socrates
Go on, up them stairs to the gallows
Cuz' you won't get down on your knees
Track Name: Nature's Law
Pharaoh sleeps beneath the sand
In the heart of a buried desert land
In peace, enclosed beneath a riverbed

Once a student, then a king
Sought glory and the shiny things
Alexander lost among the dead

But when I awake
I cannot shake the past
The future holds
The first will too be last
What fire--what rain
What joy--what pain
In the setting of our only sun
That's sinkin' low
But soon you know

The birds return by nature's law
To sing the spring of northern thaw
Summer, fall, and winter come again

The birds return by nature's law
To sing the spring of northern thaw
Summer, fall, and winter come again
Track Name: Feelin' Low & Feelin' High
Feeling low and feeling high
Feeling like it's time to fly
Feeling like it's time to die
Feeling like it's time to live

Over land and over sea
Over is our destiny
Over is your favored love
Oh! the wear-winged above

Awesome power awesome time
Awesome reason awesome rhyme
Awful violence now these days
Awful silence when we pray

Someone's hungry someone's hurt
Someone's lying in the dirt
Someone's crying for a word
Something that will still be heard

Lay me down where I was born
Lay me down all bruised and worn
Lay me down and love me then
Because I gave you all--you were my friend.
Track Name: Oslo & Paris
The best of the poor
Will go off to the war
To fight for the sword of the rich.
Fatigues uniforms
Prisons and dorms
it's only a difference of the stitch

I can't control where I'm headed to
I can't believe that I'm losing you
I can't go back to that life alone
I'd rather be here baby, at your throne

We labor in time
We fall into crime
We age with a bitter distaste
We gave to the cause
Took advantage of flaws
Let's not let this all just end in waste.

I can't control where my head is at
In Oslo, that is where I left my hat
I think I lost one there in Paris too
When it you and me, and me and you.

If I were free,
I know just where I'd be
I'd be over that wide ocean clear and blue
Just so you know
I love you so
I'm going only if you're going too.

I won't bury my head in the sand
I won't just give up on the promised land
If we make it here upon this Earth
Then at least we'll know what love is worth.