Uncircumcised Men in the Service of Satan

by Hot Liquids Burn Like Fire

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Uncircumcised Men in the Service of Satan is a near-perfect alliterative phrase. It is stupidly fun to say aloud. Try it. I don't remember how it came to me; but once it did, I had a lot of fun creating the hobbies and interests for these men. Of course, the word phallus was going to be rhymed. I started to love these guys and their goofy club. They helped to remind me about the often imperceptible connections that we have that are seldom recognized. Cut, uncut, who knows? Being uncircumcised is to not be a member of certain clubs, so why not use that exclusionary status as a basis for your very own society?

Inspired by the group-think of my protagonists, I made a concerted effort to be less one-man-band on this album. There are guest musicians on every track. You'll hear clarinet, saxophone, jazz guitar and dilruba solos; a dynamic bass guitarist, and vocal contributions from Chelsea Green and Dyingseed. Moreover, I explored new styles of music; there is Klezmer, straight ahead jazz, moments of Indian raga and electro-funk. As usual I wrote draft after draft for each of the lyrics; working hard to avoid cliches and to find the best, truest rhymes.

None of these songs came easily. Each was a struggle - an added skirmish in a year fraught with myriad personal battles. In the end though, and possibly due to all of the extra effort or perhaps my heightened emotional vulnerability, this is my richest collection.

These songs are very different from one another and different than anything I have previously put forth. I am proud of this collection and hope that it entertains you as much as it vexed me.

Slip on your red satin underwear; grab your plastic, Party City trident and become, no matter your gender or religion, an uncircumcised man in the service of Satan.

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released April 15, 2016

All music, lyrics and production: Elliott Marx

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Track Name: Uncircumcised Men in the Service of Satan
We use a ruler to get a straight pentagram
A jigger of goat’s blood, we measure by the dram
Straight up in a chalice
What do you think of this phallus?

Yes we have satin robes with matching underwear
Autographed pictures of Linda Blair, We love Cher!
She rocked Caesar’s Palace
What do you think of this phallus?

When we are chanting it sounds a lot like Pig Latin
We’re careful with our meds, a Zoloft and a statin
Friday, a Cialis
What do you think of this phallus?

Amazing what can be done with a pitchfork tine
Skewer some mutton kebabs, even uncork wine
It’s sharp, don’t be callous
What do you think of this phallus?

Anton, our accountant, made one simple decree
Now we’re just another church 501(c) 3
With a hint of malice
Sullahp siht fo kniht uoy od tahw?

Mmmm
Uncircumcised men
In the service of Satan
In the service of Satan

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS PHALLUS?
Track Name: Ego Over the Limit
When I get back
I will send you a text
to let you know
I made it home alright

I hope those vibrations wake you up

How else can I infiltrate your dreams?

Those formless things, those shapeless things
with their tales of possibility
You sorry thing, you mislead thing
There are rules of probability

I can't slow, won't show
My ego is over the limit
Can't go, no show
My ego is over the limit

When I get up
I will send you a text
So you know
I'm having eggs for breakfast

I hope those vibrations get you up

How else can I dominate your thoughts?

Those foggy things, those unkempt things
With their tales of possibility
You sorry thing, you misled thing
There are rules of probability

I can't slow, won't show
My ego is over the limit
Can't go, no show
My ego is over the limit
Track Name: Rye Whiskey, Rocks
And what I bury is not your concern
My relics weigh only me down
What’s to exhume, what’s to learn
That I am scum of some renown?

What you’re looking for is some clear pattern
A map to trace a smile to scowl
Keep on digging you’ll find that urn
With just a spade and trowel

Pour me another drink, You good for nothing
Pour me another rye whiskey, rocks
Only fools embrace the thing
That pushes and shoves and changes the locks

There’s truth in fiction, but can you discern
I was honest until I lied
Some parts will make your stomach churn
Now I say that with some pride

Brimstone from a whisky sticky lectern
Tales unearthed from a shallow grave
Soon I’ll be gone, I won’t return
Be well, be good and behave

Is there a group for men and sons they spurn?
Though I would surely not attend
The damaged speak and then it’s your turn
Some mend, but most pretend.
Track Name: (I Really Care About) Your Problems
I remember the time when I said, "Hey, that's unfair"
Come September and I'm on my way back to school

I hope you enjoyed the protests
and the rest of the unrest of the summer
I hope you enjoyed the protests
and the rest of the unrest of the rest of the year

I really care about your problems
I really care about your problems

Burning ember and lime, outdoor grill, "Hey, make mine rare"
This December I climb Everest, paid for by dear old dad

I hope you enjoyed the protest
and the rest of the unrest of the rest of the year

I really care about your problems
I really care about your problems