Making Americans b​/​w Down on Marston Blues

by Mooner

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released August 17, 2013

Lee Ketch - Guitar, Vocals
David Ketch - Guitar, Vocals
Steve Slagg - Piano, Vocals
Adam Bonich - Drums
Taylor Briggs - Bass

"Making Americans" by Lee Ketch, performed by Mooner
"Down on Marston Blues" by David Ketch, performed by Mooner

Recorded at Kingsize Sound Labs, Chicago, IL, June 15-16, 2013
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Mike Hagler

Art by Jefferey Frankenhauser (

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Track Name: Making Americans
Soon as you see the light
I'll break your head on the floor
You're made of something not quite natural
We don't want your kind anymore
Did you emerge a fetal disaster?
Crown of technological thorns
Did you arrive a part-time national?
Do you really wanna get born?

Baby, take my hand, I'm gonna make you something
I'm having fun making Americans
I'm making Americans

Carry your cares in a cartridge
Bury alive your baby dreams
I'm gonna wrap you right up in something
Straight out of 1963
You gotta lose that digital blood
and get you back into the national mean
I'm gonna throw you into a big black void
And pray the angels bring you right back up to me

Baby, take my hand, I'm gonna make you something
I'm having fun making Americans
I'm making Americans
Track Name: Down on Marston Blues
Down on Marston blues, questions whose in these shoes
Doesn’t seem to make sense, can’t I just leave this tense?

Down on Marston blues again, I could really use a hand
I promise it won’t be in vain, I just need help to stand
This isn’t like those times, when to us I did lie
Can’t you see that these rhymes, do nothing to get me by

Down on Marston blues, my actions don’t choose
The man that I’d like to be, what is wrong with me?