Aaron Trumm

Aaron Trumm

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Rapper turned poet turned blues singer turned piano man with a country edge. Put 'em all in a blender and voila. Sometimes a hard rock guitar, sometimes a hip-hop beat, always a hard hitting soul driven lyric.

Biography

Aaron Trumm has been bleeding on microphones, studios, and live audiences since 1989. He has bled out a number 10 ranking in the world as a slam poet, 2 Houston poetry slam championships, 5 national poetry slam appearances, 2 alternative hip-hop CDs under the name "M.C. Murph", the techno/classical/poetry fusion act Third Option, which was called "wicked, totally compelling" by BBC Radio I's Annie Nightingale, publications ranging the spectrum of music and technology from Linux Journal to the National Poetry Slam anthology, a master's degree from Stanford (Music, Science and Technology), and a nation full of stages left burnt, bloody and alive.

Lyrics

Say My People

Written By: Aaron Trumm

say my people
do you draw enough breath?

say I'm travellin'
through the desert with death
he is leading me home to you

grim's filty finicky fingers grip me close
he is bringing me home
bringing me back through
deathly, darkly, hardly breathing energy this synergy
the source of this energy is spinning off these 40 random planets and I
miss you.

I miss your festive atmospheres and lengthy meals
I miss your songs and poems and houses
where darkness is the only the thing that could ever produce light

I miss your wisdom and your circular patterns round the bend
your stone mills grinding
grinding away time into dust we share with the birds and bake into bread

I miss breaking bread
which breaks time
which stops time
and swallowing the whole of time with water, mead and wine

I miss your melting in my mouth before taste can reach time
before space can reach time
before time and space were seperated there was only bread and wine

I miss dining with the pharoahs before pharoahs were pharoahs
before fair was a row
of innocent former pharoahs numbered left to right
"step forward number six"
"I think that's him, it looks like him"

I miss the grace of the sand and the mercy of mother Egypt
before Babylon was Babylon
before towers were towers were torn down boweries
I miss the mouths of the marvelous myriad marrionettes

I miss wondering where the buildings from heaven go
I miss my flow disasterously evading time and truth
before wondering where do those crows in the windows sit
99 story
99 stories
99 charbroiled megalomaniacs
before wondering who are the crows in those building tops
99 dramatic tales, 99 floors up
if heat rises, there must be flame at the top
when the lid comes off
thousand dollar snow flakes litter the sidewalk
I miss life
before money

say I'm travellin'
through the desert with death
and we be flowin from Maine to the bottom left
wailing siren songs from Santa Fe to Detroit City

let's kill some people softly
and the rest of the month we'll carry their bones in our books
and let them out to dance at night
in all the honky tonks in the nation
til we get to D.C. with an army of bones and rage
and blast the capital building with words so heavy the stars come down to help us load 'em up

let's bust the seams out these thrift store pants
I miss that darkening dance
I miss that 4/4 trance
I miss that scuba-diving-in-the-Nile breakbeat style
death will carry me across the desert til the sand doth cover my lips
til this soaking soul can never be cold again
and I can
drip dry
drip dry
drip dry
drip dry
I can suck my heart right out of its cage
my ribs miss rage

say my people
do you draw the breath you used to from the wind you used to trust?
say my people
why do you hate yourselves when the devil's just dust?
say my people
why do you charge yourselves with conquering cages,
when the jail's just a replica of windows and rust?

say I'm travellin'
through the desert with death
he is leading me home to you
he is leading me home.

Third Rail

Written By: Aaron Trumm

sometimes I see a flash from the third rail and I wonder where it's from
it's like a pinhole shot from a .38 that broke the aching sun
I look to daylight for the answers but there's nothing left to ask
and daylight just laughs and breaks his foot off in my ass
sometimes its way too bright in the grainy place with this gathering of souls
and just to get a sense of dark we need that little hole
even the sun needs help some days to make it through the cold
'cause answering every question in the world can get a little old
it's like a way tall man began his day by sharpening a stick
and gave the light a little prick since it was feeling sick
and on the other side of this broken ball of dirt we call the Earth
a little woman in a scarf begins to say a prayer

she says "Release the sun from all its woes and I will be your slave
let 70 and 21 begin afresh today"
and the little woman made a pact with everybody tall enough
to give the god of heat a little break and let the cold come in
so every day a little baby dies or someone chokes
or someone hits a stroke of bad luck and ends up in a box
behind a fence inside a vast expanse of dust
and every evening someone lingers in a broken doorway shallow
and he knows he'll have to sleep tonight on concrete wet with breath
and when he wakes up it'll rain and no one walking by will care

but it's a cost, he pays it gladly so the rest of us can see
we call him crazy but he's just a prayer sent all the way from somewhere else
and everyone in Columbine or Red Lake, Minnesota
will shed another 7 years of tears we'll use to lubricate
the stones we'll use to sharpen every stick
that every tall man needs to prick
a little pinhole in the sun who aches for someone to appreciate
the days we're sitting in the sand and nothing in the sky
can contemplate another strategy to make us hate this nutty fate

I remember everything I said when I was mad
I can't believe the things I've seen
I can't believe the things I've had
I jerked my mind off in my liver
and I waited for it to cum
now everybody's watching me
and can't believe the shit I've done
I stare off into empty space when I look in people's eyes
it's like this train has got a hold of me and I need a new disguise

I see a flash from the third rail and I wonder where it's from
it's like a pinhole shot from a .38 that broke the aching sun
now what it's gonna take to give the light a goddamn fucking break
I can't believe the things we leave
I can't believe the things we take...
I see a flash from the third rail and I wonder where it's from
it's like a pinhole shot from a .38 that broke the aching sun

Life Ain't No Battlefield

Written By: Aaron Trumm

On a train to Pittsburg
I lost you on the way to nothin left
on the back of a three-wheeled bus
and I don't know what my lungs will say to this
but I came here for a reason
and I ain't stoppin now no way no how

'cause life ain't no battlefield
'cause life ain't no battlefield
'cause life ain't no battlefield
and anyone who's anyone knows
it ain't real

on the back of your picture
I wrote a prayer to God to make me whole again
and then I took a great big breath I don't remember
what happened next or anything from now to then
but I came here with a purpose
and I ain't stoppin now now way no how

'cause life ain't no battlefield
'cause life ain't no battlefield
'cause life ain't no battlefield
and anyone who's anyone knows
it ain't real

I've tried everything I know to try
still I ain't the man I used to wanna be
so I throw my hands up in the sky
and I try to find a better way to see
still I came here with a reason
and I ain't stoppin now no way no how

'cause life ain't no battlefield
'cause life ain't no battlefield
'cause life ain't no battlefield
and anyone who's anyone knows
it ain't real

18th Street

Written By: Aaron Trumm

18th street and south van ness i've never seen the ocean
6 blocks from the 100 thousand giddy gay men ghostin
man to man
head to head
blood to blood
cock to cock
you suck on the rock cuz nobody cares and nothin ever stops
there's a hospital on the dock
just remember to check your watch
if it's late you go the other way the freeway's down the block

danger comes in any color and doesn't pick a path
she's got so many names you'd never think to ask

i've been every place I can think to go
still I couldn't find what I'm looking for

it's years and years and years and years
of skillets, eggs and death
'til the keystone of the world
is wrapped around a latchkey's neck
direct TV a fountain pen a gargoyle eating dust
the money's howl the green back grin
the lover of the moon
if you did it for love you're lost in the land of asphalt silk and breath
these bastards, these rat turds, these sicophantic fucks
you're lucky if you never see the other side of Wall
a canyon of grey gathering
every minute something falls
and every half a minute somebody from Adco builds it up again
temples and icons and choking and rocks
decoys, ducks and hollywood
your hookers eating cocks
this filthy shit is bleeding you, it's not what you expected
gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected

danger comes in any color and doesn't pick a path
she's got so many names you'd never think to ask

i've been every place I can think to go
still I couldn't find what I'm looking for

even if I walk to the end of earth
I will never know what I was worth

I've said every stupid thing that any man could say
so if I don't make it to the end of this day

you'll know
danger comes in any color and doesn't pick a path
she's got so many names you'd never think to ask

i've been every filthy place a stupid man could go
and still I ain't found what I'm lookin for

went down to the mission street and 16th station
where everybody sitting there is lost and hostile
such a beautiful place because there's ugly everywhere
and nobody is making the mistake of dressing right
rode the train down got scared and turned back
jumped off the mother fucker damn near hit the track
had to get back to the soldiers' playground
hack a couple lyrics from my lungs to break sound
saw a little woman with the devil's haircut
laughed when her boyfriend threw his shoes
out the window just to prove a point
that he forgot as soon as the damn things left his hand
but
that day apollo done let the cat out
the furry mother fucker done got my tongue
I watched flame change hands til the night was done
til I left like I came, like a shadow on the run

There ain't no difference between us
there ain't no difference between us baby
There ain't no difference between us
there ain't no difference between us baby

funny how the other side grabs and tags you
puts you right back to day one and laughs
'cause you handled the golden, bread-winning microphone
everybody knew your name now you're alone
and nothin you can say in your brain can make it
easier to remember in your bones who you'd become
I came to the city where the ugly jump ship
thinking I could prove enough to go back
and love like I didn't really love before
praise God like I really never prayed before
maybe sleep with a woman who is not a whore

There ain't no difference between us
there ain't no difference between us baby
There ain't no difference between us
there ain't no difference between us baby

but it's bold how the cold air can grip your heart string
yank til you can't remember one single thing
I laugh 'cause I used be a goddamn rock star
but here I'm just a putz from the bottom of the world
tryin to prove that he's man with a tin can a string
a voice and a bad car (i'm nothing but a shadow)
nobody knows me, and maybe that's a good thing
ego here we go 30 years old
don't know what you been told but the danger's in you
it comes with you when you leave platform sinew
no matter how you run it will catch up with you
no elbow knife or gun can ever kill it
voodoo comes because you're scared and you hide
like I did
everybody sees through your shut down eyelids
I don't know what to do when I'm frozen neither
I try to warm it up but I come up empty
next day I'm back to the working stiff beat
until my eyes glaze and raise up a steel sheet
maybe that's why at 16th and mission
nothin I could spit could get me what I'm wishin
i just wanna smile at a girl in san fran
and have her look back and see something different
i know it can be done hell i've done it myself
but i guess it's never gonna be a spiritual cakewalk
down where the bells toll backwards brimstone
and hippy kids play with the gangstas watchin
maybe the next time i'm lookin at that shit
i'll drop the facade hit the street and spit

0912

Written By: Aaron Trumm

it's been the same damn thing since ghengis khan
little boys wanna be men so they say it's on
the next thing you know you see the catapult comin atcha
medeival bows and arrows and a sword to catch ya
off guard
because we all think we're hard
fancy ourselves warriors when we're really just bards
there ain't a one of us invincible but we still talk shit
and for 10,000 years there ain't never been a reason for it
holy crusades kept blades runnin through flesh
no more important for King Richard than for David Koresh

any man on the planet can think up a reason
talk about this or that mission justice murder or treason
but the truth of the matter is we none of us shit
tryin to battle for our names because we got little dicks
tryin to make up for a mind that's just a monkey at heart
we need a way we can boost ego so the battle we start
first 18 years of my life i thought it was preparation
for some battle in the sky some protection of our nation
couldn't understand the path of my holy plan
i just knew that i'd be happier if I was a strong man
so I would focus to a single grain of sand
be prepared to catch a demon on the back of my hand
but as little as a thought
from a woman could bring me to my knees
and nothin I had done to make me strong
could make me see
yes I admit that to this day i need the battle like a drug
only difference is today i don't present myself a thug
and yet wise enough to be free of that battle in the sky
but the one thing that i do know
is I never have known why

we rejuvinate the hate
lest we forget that we debate
can't find an enemy to berate
then we fight with our own mate
we can't do a thing about it
we just calculate the rate
and when we battle for the moment
we have sealed our sad fate
and then we teach our sons and daughters
all the myths that we were taught
and they knowledge of the other side
with ignorance is frought
we lock ourselves away
in fortresses of misconception
you would laugh if i told you my ex-wife's childhood perceptions
bittersweetness of revenge
keeps us all tellin lies
before our eyes
the demise
of ties and apple pies
since the first homo-sapiens had killed to keep a cave
we all oughtta be ashamed of the way that we behave

Not Waiting

Written By: Aaron Trumm

every time I hear your voice
i'm hearing all the times
I left you talkin to the wind
even if I had a hundred million years to try
I don't think I could ever sound the same

every time I look at you
I'm looking at the times
I left you looking at the wall
even if I had a billion twinkles in my eye
I don't think I can ever look the same

not waiting for the end no more
you're not waiting for the end no more
not waiting for the end no more
you're not waiting for the end no more

every time I walk with you
I'm walkin through the times
I left you walkin all alone
even if I had a trillion
roads to call my own
I don't think I can ever lead you home

every time I sing for you
I'm singing what I can
there's nothing more that I can do
even if I had a hundred million years to cry
I don't think I can ever make it right

not waiting for the end no more
you're not waiting for the end no more
not waiting for the end no more
you're not waiting for the end no more

Voodoo Daddy

Written By: Aaron Trumm

voodoo daddy
run your fingers through your hair

voodoo daddy i'm your child man
don't leave me in diguise
I been teachin prayers you preached to me before the I N I
and I been leadin
like you told me
through the jungle
through the thick
but I don't know where to go next
and i've begun to be a dick

so now it's time for you to lead me
through the mist and through the dirt
through the mud and through the shit
give me five minutes worth of anything not broken
let me feel the rain in your eyes
let me drag myself to the end of the world
where there are no more villains
and there are no more venemous victims of vices

i try to stay calm
but there is caffeine in the nicotine
in the bottomless jungle by the sea
and I thought I was strong
and I thought it'd been long enough
but there is no place for a man who knows
that no place is safe as long as any place is unsafe
for any man in any place

I need you voodoo
to send me to the dream
gimmee pockets full of ecstacy
gimmee eyelids full of steam
and if what I'm seein now is what it's like when you're awake
give me another night of sleep
give me another way to go away
give me
another pill
another pop
another push
another poke
another drink
another smoke
another vicadin toke
another five minutes worth of anything not broken
fuck man
just sing me to sleep if you have to
i don't wanna see this anymore

voodoo daddy
open up your lungs
I wanna breathe
let me break the bureau of burning dogs
let me bust breath break beats
bring the bouncy little buckwheat bitch
right back to the end of the wide, wild world

let your word reign now
let your word be spiders in a canopy
to blot out the moon for a night
that darkness may be pure again
a single canvas for the bearers of light

let that light be blackened english on a brown page
thicker and more steadfast than ephesians in a memphis drawer
let your word be rigpa on a Kansas morning
let your word be solid sundrops
and if we must to go to war
let your word be breast plates and helmets
let your word protect me when i'm stupid

let your word be prayers i say for the caged at night
voodoo daddy run your fingers through your hair
let those prayers be there
let me sing three times
let me sing this prayer
voodoo daddy run your fingers through your hair
and i don't care if you understand
just as long as you touch my hand in this land

voodoo
don't you let me go
voodoo daddy
don't you let me fall
voodoo daddy run your
don't you let me die
voodoo daddy run your fingers through your
dead men don't cry
voodoo daddy
run your fingers through your hair

and lead
me
there.

Understand

Written By: Aaron Trumm

time is of the essence now
you're gonna come home too late
and find I haven't been around
so make me worry make me cry
or make me lay me down
I don't care as no one thinks I'm missin
and wear your costume
I don't care 'cause i'll still know your name
and everybody you been kissin
but I guess it's not too late to make amends
and maybe we can still be friends

just as long as you understand
I don't wanna come with you where you're goin
just as long as you understand
I don't wanna come with you where you're goin

it ain't like there's a reason
for anyone to care
but everywhere I go you're always there
in my chest my lungs my breath
my very corazon
everything that ever made me scared
you wear your black coat on the clock
and never give a second thought
to looming like a worry on my stare
but I know you and you know me
and we ain't gettin nowhere
fightin like a couple rabid dogs
so why don't we just walk away
pretend this never happened
we'll probably both sleep better anyway

just as long as you understand
I don't wanna come with you where you're goin
just as long as you understand
I don't wanna come with you where you're goin

say charon charon
I don't need to know
anything about the place you're about to go
I been down to the deep too many times
one of these bullheaded charity creeps in a key-lime
suit got me wonderin where you are
lurkin in a pocket of a hospital corridor
too much ratcheting wrong-headed wrath
got me hatin the very thing
I need to understand to find the right path
breath on a death stick
suckin the lipstick
grin til the grim dick swallows a lick
tick tock go the wall clock
look at the time doc
guess I really better be goin
wouldn't wanna be late
for the date that I got with my fate
excuse me while I swallow the bait

just as long as you understand
I don't wanna come with you where you're goin
just as long as you understand
I don't wanna come with you where you're goin

Bleed

Written By: Aaron Trumm

I wanna bleed so you can suck it down
I wanna bleed so you can suck it down

man I don't even know why I try with you sometimes
god you make me wanna cry sometimes
all this soul that you let slip away from you
all these boxes that you stuff your bones into
man I don't wanna have to cuss and scream
just to get you to remember that you did have dreams
once upon a time way back when
before the job and the kids and the picket fence
yeah you payin the rent and you claim that you ain't got time
but every time i'm at your crib you be smokin some dime
or playin the same damn game on the playstation
yo how many times can you watch that shit
I get bored after 10 fuckin minutes of it
brother get up get out and get somethin done
because you're too damn good to be on the run

I wanna bleed so you can suck it down
I wanna bleed so you can suck it down

man I can't sit still forever
no I need to go someplace far from here
every day spent waitin in the church
lookin for my chance
i feel like i'm gonna fuckin wet my pants

head in my hands, head in my hands
waitin for a reason to be clear
head in my hands, head in my hands
waitin for a reason to be clear

I wanna bleed so you can suck it down
I wanna bleed so you can suck it down

how many times have you watched this major circle
run around time like a pinhead merry go round
wasting people down
into lifeless suck down small town
bleeding is a sick intent
we wait for blades to make us wet
i want to bleed for the times the voodon sent
see we rock but I need the shock
and every time you tell me to talk
I just balk
my brain moves faster than my filthy mouth sometimes
i just forget these rhymes
100 million times
I can't say it enough
you need to jump up be rough it's tough

BUT WITH ENOUGH LOVE THIS FUCKED UP WORLD IS JUST STUFF

Blink

Written By: Aaron Trumm

I'm so afraid of you I couldn't even blink if I wanted to
blink if I wanted to

I'm so afraid of you and all your witchy ways
and all your energetic ways
and all your powerful ways
and all your
loving ways

I'm so afraid of you I couldn't blink if I wanted to
blink if I wanted to
I
can't look away
you're
too beautiful
and
if I turn my head you'll
probably disappear

I'm so afraid of you I dance around the subject
like flamenco dance
and tango lessons
like
smooth old school swing dance darlin
I'm
graceful like an angel
I'm
swift like a warrior
I
couldn't dodge a punch like I dodge you

I dance around the subject
with
poems to be prepared
and songs that must be sung
and contacts to be made
and business to be done
there are
dreams to be accomplished
I say
we'll be rich someday
and
maybe we'll be famous

then everyone would love us
everyone would love us
everyone would love us

then maybe we won't need to love eachother
and I won't have to let my guard down
I can dance you around the subject
like fred astaire would do
yes
you can dress like ginger rogers
and
we'll float across the country on a dance floor made of roses
never mind it if the shoes are made of fear
never mind it

I'm
so afraid of you I couldn't even blink if I wanted to
blink if I wanted to
I can't look away
you're too beautiful
and if I turn my head you'll probably disappear

I
dance around the subject
like flamenco dance and tango lessons
I'm graceful like an angel
I'm
swift like a warrior
I
couldn't dodge a punch like I dodge you

I'm
so afraid of
so afraid of
so afraid of

losing you I dance around the subject
I
leave you little clues
and hope you'll get them
I leave you little clues
and hope you'll see
like
going to the bank for you
like
going to the corner store at 2am
like
writing you a poem I'll never say
like
writing you a song I'll never play

I
leave you little clues
and hope you'll see
like telling you you're pretty
and
you don't need to be any skinnier
and
you don't need to straighten that hair girl
it's
pretty curly
I
fell for you with curly hair

I
leave you little clues
and never say
I
leave you little clues
and never say
I
dance around the subject
like casius clay
I
leave you little clues
and never tell you how I loved you
when you asked me if I liked you
in that sleepy dreamlike morning state
you
look like the sun in the morning
I
miss you in the afternoon
and
I would steal the moon for you
and leave a million clues

I
leave you little clues and never say
I
leave you little clues and never say
I
leave you little clues and never say
I
dance around the subject
like casius clay
I
dance around the subject
like flamenco dance and tango lessons
I'm
graceful like an angel
I'm
swift like a warrior
I
couldn't dodge a punch like I dodge you

I
couldn't even blink if I wanted to
couldn't even blink if I wanted to
I
couldn't even blink if I wanted to
blink if I wanted to
blink if I wanted to
blink if I wanted to
but
I don't want to

Discography

M.C. Murph "Martyrs And Heroes"
M.C. Murph "Artistic Apocalypse"
Third Option "Frosted Mini Wheats"
Third Option "Still"
Third Option "Cult Of Nice"
Third Option "Monkey Set"
Aaron J. Trumm "Bleed"

Set List

Set list varies according to venue. Have been known to do 3 to 30 minutes of straight spoken word, dance club mix sets, or live music sets with a live band. Open to discussion!