My Wooden Leg

My Wooden Leg

 
Denver, Colorado, USA
WorldEDM

Conceived in Romania, born in Chicago and raised in Texas, MY Wooden LEG inspires a dance of rebellion.

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Biography

MY Wooden LEG is Michael Maftean blending Balkan rhythms, Gypsy melodies, and hard rock with electronica samples.

2011: MWL released its first E.P. A Circus and landed the title track in both the Rock Band video game, and William Kaufman's action blockbuster, Sinners & Saints.

Nominated for "Best New Artist" by the Fort Worth Weekly.

2012: MWL released The Jealous Disco and was awarded a Dallas Observer Music Award for the best "None of the Above" category.

Lyrics

A Circus

Written By: Michael Maftean

Written by Michael Maftean.
Performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

A Circus

Come one, come all, of you. All you hideous souls
We welcome all of you, to our lovely freak show.
We got just what you want. It's the American dream.
You won't believe just what, your eyes will see.
Forgot your name, cause it won't be the same.
We'd like to welcome you, to our United States.

Come in; come in you fools, we+ll tell you just what to do.
Feast your eyes and see the crimes, of the brainwashed youth.
Hoist that flag and hold it high, for the red, white, and blue.
Where it's un-American of you, to speak any truth.
You can't complain, If we're the one to blame.
Just enjoy your stay, in our United States.

IGOR

Written By: Michael Maftean

Written by Michael Maftean
Performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

IGOR

Ay diri di, o pa na na!

Verses 1-4

I've got a monster you should meet.
Just don't be scared because he's sweet
He's always gettin' in my way,
cuz all he wants to do is play.

He's my best friend we're thick as thieves.
I take him everywhere with me.
Tonight I'm takin' off his chains,
and going to the cabaret.

It's his first time on Bourbon Street.
He's got the taste for cajun queen.
He's tracked a scent up towards the stage.
Behind the curtains, dinner waits.

Best town around is New Orleans.
Nobody cares when women scream.
It's time I open the grand drape.
The show's a hit, my monsters great.

Bridge (Romanian translated below)

Daca te musca,
el te manânca.
Manânca oasele si toate
Si dacats place, nu sa te doare
Si dacats place, nu sa te doare

Daca te musca,
el te manânca.
Manânca oasele si toate
Si dacats place, nu sa te doare
Si dacats place, nu sa te doare
nu sa te doare.

Poates doare!!

Bridge (English)

If he bites you, he eats you.
eats your bones and all.

if you like it, it will not hurt
and if you like it, it won't hurt.

If he bites you, he will eat you.
Eat your bones and all.

And if you like it, it will not hurt
and if you like it, it won't hurt.

It won't hurt a bit.

Perhaps it may hurt...

A Lullaby For the Wicked

Written By: MIchael Maftean

Written by Michael Maftean
Performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

A Lullaby for the Wicked

Verse 1

This lullaby's for the wicked.
Hum with me it's melody.
Tortured souls cry for forgiveness,
leave your sins and sing with me.

Troubled soul afflicted and lost.
Strengths adrift among the dead.
Incline your ear to my cry God,
your wrath lies heavy on my head.

Cause now I'm sittin' in darkness.
Let down but not alone.
I've left her with her demons,
and now there dancin' on my bones.

Let your rain fall down God.
Wash away the filth that lies.
Deceit, discover, then confession.
Is all thats left in my life.

Verse 2

Ready to die from my youth Lord.
You've laid me in the lowest pit.
Loved one's taken from me.
Trouble never seems to quit.

I will walk in your truth Lord.
Unite my heart to hear your name.
Pull me from these depths Lord.
Awaken me and leave no shame.

I got your picture in my bible.
Hopin' the words sink in.
I covered your face with flowers.
Prayed they'd keep away sin.

This lullaby's for the wicked.
Hum with me it's melody.
Tortured souls cry for forgiveness,
leave your sins and sing with me.

Hell's 1/2 Acre

Written By: Michael Maftean

Written by Michael Maftean
Performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

Hell's 1/2 Acre

Verse 1

I once heard that the place that I'm livin'
I done heard it belonged to hell.

It's a half acre filled with sin
It's shame is the story they tell.

And have you heard that the place I am from
don't you know that we still carry guns?

Time to time I find myself alive
just cause my ol' 41.

Chorus

Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
Gotta board them doors at night.
Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre!
(Gotta keep your bible close beside
gotta pray that the dead don't come alive)

Verse 2

I have learned about the place that I'm livin
I done learned that the dead never died.

And in the streets real late at night
souls still lookin' for a fight.

Don't you know that the place that I'm from
have you seen that we done ran it down.

Now just us and these souls remain
Forever lost and never found.

Chorus 2

Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
Gotta keep one thing in mind
Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
(Gotta keep you blade close beside
gotta know that there ain't no place to hide)

Verse 3

I have heard of the folks where I'm livin'
I done heard about them killin' on the hill.

And the murder town that it once was
where they'd spill blood kill.

And don't you know that the place that I'm from
Don't you know that people come from all around.

They wanna see the sights, wanna see the fights
they ain't knowin where they're bound.

Chorus 3

Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
Gotta read them warning signs
Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
(Gotta keep your eye on what's behind
gotta leave your morals on the side)
Cause Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
You better bet your life.
Down in Hell's 1/2 Acre
(Cause you could bet your bottom dollar
that the dead ain't got nothin to buy)

Times

Written By: Michael Maftean

Written by Michael Maftean
Performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

Times

Verse 1

Times, times, times are bad
times are cold, worse than sad

And times, they're gettin' worser
for a poor boy like me.

And times, times are blue
bout as blue as can be.

And times, times, times are bad
ya'll just wait and see.

Chorus

And it's times like these I sure know
nothings gettin' better.

Times like these when I'm chained down by that man.

And times like these I sure wish,
that I was sad.

Cause I've been sad, and this is way worse than bein' sad.

Verse 2

Times, times are tough.
You know our country, we never got enough.

And times, times have come
when we can't live the fat off the land.

And times, they're bound to get worse
cause the president's about to go mad.

And times, times, times are tough.
Hell after all, he's just a man.

Chorus

And it's times like these I sure know
nothings gettin' better.

Times like these when I'm chained down by that man.

And times like these I sure wish,
that I was sad.

Cause I've been sad, and this is way worse than bein' sad.

Verse 3

Times, times are near
you know they say we got about a year.

And times, times have come
hold on tight to what you got.

Cause time, it's runnin out
don't you think like we got a lot.

And times, time, the times are near
don't you say we're ok cause we're not.

Chorus

And it's times like these I sure know
nothings gettin' better.

Times like these when I'm chained down by that man.

And times like these I sure wish,
that I was sad.

Cause I've been sad, and this is way worse than bein' sad.

Said I been sad, and this is way worse than being that.

The Schmuck

Written By: Michael Maftean

Written by Michael Maftean
Performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

The Schmuck

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

Verse 1

The DOW is down.
It’s ran by clowns,
with painted frowns.

They make it drop a point or two
And bozo’s crew, gets huge new shoes.

Their creed is swank.
Extortion pranks,
on investment banks.

With golden parachutes in tact,
These silly hacks, blow all your cash.

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

Verse 2

Think about it.
Just for a buck, we’ll take your money,
We’ll rip it up.

Take a chance and try your luck.
Before you know it you’ll be laughing with the Schmuck.

And you’ll see,
Some real creeps.
And you’ll hear,
Your ears bleed.

(Doubled over laughing screaming things like)

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

(There goes Johnny’s college money, ohhh)

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

Bridge

HEY!
HEY!

Hipsters, tricksters, Goths, and vamps,
Aristocrats and Bureaucrats, HEY!

We could care less what you stand for
Put your money in our hats! HEY!

HEY!
HEY!

Freaks and geeks and straights and gays
And those of you that go both ways and

Diri ri di diri diri, Diri ri di diri di, HEY!

Diri ri di, diri ri di HEY!

We could care less who you vote for,
We’ll still love you just the same.
Yes we will…

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

Owwwww woooow!
Woooow owwww!

Papusa

Written By: Michael Maftean

written by Michael Maftean
performed by My Wooden LeG
BMI 2011

Lyrics in Romanian (translated below)

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

Tu esti papusa mea si am vopsea fata ta.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

Tu esti papusa mea si esti mireasa mea.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

Tu esti papusa mea,
astazi am învatat,
ceva despre fata mea.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri hey.

Tu esti papusa mea si esti imbracat murdare.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

Iubesc papusa mea te-am curatat.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

tu esti papusa mea,
mi-ai furat inima,
dorm in pantofi meu,
m-am incurcat.

Iubesc papusa mea
Ca ea n-are limba
cu pacatul tau,
m-am amestecat.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

Papusa mea
Papusa mea...

Iubesc papusa mea
papusa mea.

English Translation

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

You are my doll and I paint your face.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

You are my doll and my bride.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

You are my doll, and today I learned something. Something about you, my girl.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

You are my doll, and your dressed filthily.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

I love my doll, I cleaned you up.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

You are my doll.
You have stolen my heart.
Sleep in my shoes and tangle me up.

I love my doll, because she has no speech (tongue).
With your sins, I'll stay mixed up.

EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri
EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri EyyyyyyyyYooo, Diri Diri

My doll, my doll.
I love, my doll.

My doll, my doll.
I love, my doll.

Cop City

Written By: Michael Maftean

"Cop City"
Written by Michael Maftean
Arranged by Michael Maftean and Joshua Jones
Performed by My Wooden Leg
BMI 2011

(Chorus) in Romanian
Militianul! Orasul! (Policemen's state)

(Verse 1)
In Cop City they don't serve and protect
In Cop City they harass and collect.
Like stealing candy from a baby with a gun
They robbin families of daddies just for fun.

Pune-ti mâinile pe capul tau (Put your hands on your head)
Pune-ti mâinile pe capul tau (Put your hands on your head)
(thats what he said)
Pune-ti mâinile pe capul tau (Put your hands on your head)
(and then he shot my friend!!)

Militianul! Orasul! (Policemen's state)

(Verse 2)

Ba (Hey!)

Fi atent (Be Careful)
Ele vin ma (They're coming)
Fi atent (Be Careful)
Suntem prada (We are their prey)

Pune-ti mâinile pe capul tau (Put your hands on your head)
Pune-ti mâinile pe capul tau (Put your hands on your head)

In Cop City they don't serve and protect
In Cop City they harass and collect.
Like stealing candy from a baby with a gun
They robbin families of daddies just for fun
Here they come son!!

Militianul! Orasul! (Policemen's state)

The Jealous Disco (premix)

Written By: Michael Maftean

Ay yi yi yiiiiii have heard, the most musical trains.
I have seen the most beautiful pains.
I have danced while you've bitched and complained.
I have said, all that, I should say.

Boy you don't, boy you don't know just how far we will go just to get (inside the jealous disco.) Na na na na, na, na, na.

(make it right on the floor)

Boy you don't know just how far we will go just to get...
(inside the jealous disco) Na na. Na na, na, na.

(I dance no more)

Dead Legs

Written By: Michael Maftean

Verse 1

Lets build up an army,

In rebellion and defense.

Declare a war alarming,

We're putting trends to death.
Asa!? oh, oh! Sha Sha!

Chorus 1


They tell us where to go to eat,

they tell us not to smoke,

and when to sleep.

Everything's exposing us

to deadly radiation anyway!

They fabricate these money makers

with their brands and gimmicks,

they're rackin' up the deficit

cuz they just had to get it.

Verse 2

We've disguised all of our army,
we're dressed to blend right in.
They'll never see us coming
in our finest sheepskin.

Asa!? oh, oh! Sha Sha!

Chorus 2

They tell us where to go to eat,
they tell us not to smoke,
and when to sleep.
Every-thing's exposing us
to deadly radiation anyway!
They fabricate these money makers
with their brands and gimmicks
they're rackin' up the deficit
cuz they just had to get it.

It's them, they are not like us
lets make em' pay for this.

Bridge

THEY, underestimate, our strengths.
For the 99% of us survival equals
anger times imagination.
Build up your frustration!
Build up your frustration!!

Chorus 3

They tell us where to go to eat,
they tell us not to smoke,
and when to sleep.
Every-thing's exposing us
to deadly radiation anyway!
They fabricate these money makers
with their brands and gimmicks
they're rackin' up the deficit
cuz they just had to get it.

It's them they are not like us
let make em pay for this.

Double Chorus

Don't ever tell us what to do
Don't tell us what to think.
We can make up our own mind
Stop deciding everything.

Outro

Ohhhhh you can't make me.
Ohhhhh you can't make us.
They can't make us!