Maybarduk

Maybarduk

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Experimental indie rock, electronic & acoustic songs reflecting the unique combination of cultures in which Maybarduk grew up...a North American in West Africa & Latin America; a counter-culturalist punk rocker and political wordsmith with a penchant for Spanish guitar. Produced by J. Robbins.

Biography

Born on July 4, 1979, to an American diplomat and a social worker in Mexico City, Maybarduk has since lived and worked in Nicaragua, Sierra Leone, Cuba and Venezuela, and across the United States from a last-ditch reform school in rural Maine, to Berkeley, California, where he attended law school and fronted indie rock band Last Clear Chance. In 2007, Maybarduk joined the non-profit advocacy group Essential Action, and now divides his time between music and work in Washington, D.C. and the Global South, helping countries improve access to critical medicines.

In "Darker Days," Maybarduk sings, "I only want to be of use. To protect a people or an idea." Many of his songs wrestle with the challenges of creating both personal and political change.

Maybarduk's sounds range from soft conversations on Spanish guitar ("Sundays") to innovative sample-based compositions ("Siddhartha on his raft") to full-tilt post-punk rock ("Dom Helder Camara"). His live shows blend penetrating lyrics and warm strings with video and performance art, jumping in the crowd with props and instruments or up on tables to dance and sing. Maybarduk self-released his first album, "Passengers," a narrative of introspective songs bridged by field recordings, on New Years of 2007.

Maybarduk will release his second album "No Hay Pueblo Vencido" ("No Defeated People"), produced by indie rock guru J. Robbins, on March 19, 2009. Maybarduk and Robbins have invested months imagining arrangements and calling in established musicians of the mid-Atlantic indie scene to draw out the character of each song. "Vencido" compels as pop, as art, and as statement on living unique possibilities despite oppression.

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Peter Maybarduk is influenced and inspired by the works of Silvio Rodriguez, Leonard Cohen, Jawbox (and all things J. Robbins), Dischord Records, Ted Leo, Elliott Smith, Morrissey, Patty Griffin, Joy Division, Appleseed Cast, R.E.M., Mana, Thomas Mapfumo, Billy Bragg, Don Caballero, Sonic Youth, Public Enemy, Johnny Cash, and Ali Primera.

Lyrics

Caught in a Lie

Written By: Peter Maybarduk


I feel like I’ve seen so much
24 karats or maybe years.
I’m sure I seem out of touch
With who you are,
But give me my orders, I’ll fall in
Fall in.

I know you well enough
To know you’re never well.
And I’ve held you close enough to not care.
I’m not the only one
Who’s tried to make you whole.
And I’ve no illusions, only intentions
The best that we can bear.

I
Won’t be caught in a lie.

Female vocal:
[You know me well
I cannot lie to you
But maybe myself.
I’ve sold it well].

I caught myself in a lie.
I complicate you, and that’s the part
That I like least.
Love thyself, but who should thyself love?
We all want a piece of you
But you only want peace.

I
Won’t be caught in a lie.

Siddhartha on his raft

Written By: Peter Maybarduk

Quito, Ecuador, Washington, D.C.,
& Managua, Nicaragua
September/October 2007
garageband, F major, 4/4 120bpm
Andante, with style in your step

From 14 on
I listened to the river.
And voices still are strong
In the currents.

I hear chorus, I hear clash
So I can�t listen in class.
Yet in my peace I find
Im Siddhartha on his raft.

Like Herman Hesse
I suffer long for peace.
And maybe I find less
The more I seek.

I cant relate
So I wait and think and fast.
And in my peace I find
Im Siddhartha on his raft.

Hey Siddhartha! Push that raft!

I know
You think
I dont see you at all.
Im a distant wolf of the steppes,
And oh so critical.
I hear, currents, chorus, chaos, clash
The unity comes through.
See, I see more than most
And I see you
I see you.

Today
Words and thoughts
Are my craft.
And in my peace I find
Im Siddhartha
On his raft.

I think and wait and fast.

Darker Days

Written By: Peter Maybarduk

When I moved west to the East Bay
The sun came constant for 40 days.
Over time, I tired of smiles
Fashioned to fit the rays.
Man, I was made for darker days.

Uncertainty is never far away
You can read it
In the desperate minds of men.
Who hide their concern
In the pews and lecterns
‘Til dark days come for them.

Man, I was made for darker days
Oh-ha, I was made for darker days.

Everything is serious to me
I see the consequence
in small things.
You’ll ignore me, denounce me
And you’ll frown when I speak.
But wait for the trembling of a leaf.
I’m feeling out infinity.

I only want to be of use.
To protect a people or an idea.
I know there’s a time to amuse
But one day these fortunes’ll disappear.

When the festivities fade
With the declining terms of trade
I’ll make sense
For I was made for darker days.

Maybe I can explain
My unhappiness away
If I believe
I was made
For darker days.

Man, I was made for darker days
Oh-ha, I was made for darker days.

Elizabeth La Paz

Written By: Peter Maybarduk

Elizabeth La Paz
September 2007
Quito, Ecuador

Elizabeth
I believe in many things
But none here today.
He-ey.

Dance
With extravagance
Elegant at night.

From a high hotel
I watch colonial churches
And write our lives in a line.
Hey…

For I’m looking from La Paz
At 12,000 feet
And it’s dry and cold.

Elizabeth
Don’t we tire
We could write our entire lives in a line.
A single line.

11th floor
To the cobblestone
Lights in archways below.

I am so removed
At this altitude.
I’m looking from La Paz
We could write our lives
We could sacrifice
We could set the price
I know…..
(breathe out with drums alone)

We could write our lives in a line.

I was made
For darker days
A future vision
Things fall a-part.

Remain unchanged
Four point restraint
I’m in opposition
And permanently marked.

We could write a life in a line.

The singer’s job
Is to entertain
But an artist tries to teach.
And the listener’s job
Is to listen well
To words as well as beats.

Elizabeth
I cannot focus on the tedium
Creation beckons me.

And Elizabeth
I suspect
I’m becoming more
Than anything we’ve seen.

Hey Washington

Written By: Maybarduk

On the eve of war we marched half a million strong
But she and I weren’t quite getting on.
She said something’s come between us
But it'll be OK
When we get to Washington, Washington.

The storm marked the march's end
That February and
The trains could not take her home.
So we danced in the drifts
But I said something I cannot recall
And lost her somewhere in the snow.

I might fight for her, knowing my mistake
Just to show her we could change, people change.
I might ask her to try again today
But she wed a better man
So there's not much I can say.

Hey Washington, make me a better man
Its 3 years I been gone, I've been gone.
Hey Washington, make me a better man
This time I lost someone, lost someone.

Am I coming home?

In my time out west I witnessed beauty, I guess
But I still walk alone.
And I’ll seek purpose in the city
From Shaw to U Street
Through Washington, Washington.

On a vent before the White House
Lying in the streets
Ancient men who might as well be me
Their tattered coats tell the tale of contrast in a country
Sleep the soul of America in Washington, D.C.

Hey Washington, make me a better man
It is 3 years I been gone, I've been gone.
Hey Washington, make me a better man
This time I lost someone, lost someone.

We need dignity, some way to stand tall.
Without love, I'll find another call.
I should hand out blankets to my brothers on the mall
Who sleep under names on the Vietnam wall.

Am I coming home? Not at all.

Hey Washington
Hey Washington
Hey Washington, make me a better man
This time I lost someone, lost someone
Washington.

Statues of Simon Bolivar

Written By: Maybarduk

Ever since the end of us
I've been talking, talking
To statues of Simon Bolivar
Who's never asked me wrong or right.

And if I'd only surrender
To his clean swept marble steps
I could sleep before Sim�n Bol�var
For 360 more nights.

While I'm waiting for a word.

I'm waiting for a word.

Ever since I last stood before Bolivar
I've been working at a desk until I
Barely recognize my life.

Wrestling with the legacy
Of pointed words and staring eyes
And staring far too long in a mirror
In a harsh judgmental light.

Y me hace falta; me hace falta
I am missing something every night.

I'm looking for a light.

We've been quiet far too long
Your unquiet mind that questions right and wrong.
But if you'd hold me just this once and mean it
Under statues of Simon Bolivar
I could believe in you again.

In the dark I've fumbled
Past & present, future pain
Come clarity before Bolivar
I make the choice to change my life.

I'll be in the plaza
Collecting courage for one more fight
I cannot count on talking to statues of Simon Bolivar
Statues of Simon Bolivar
If I'm to have you in my life.

And I don't have the answers; I don't have the answers
But I'd like to look together if we might.

I'm looking for a light
Together tonight.

Harder to sleep

Written By: Maybarduk

Leaves change colors like expatriates.
The snow brings silence
But never enough.
We speak of forgetting
I keep you in mind
And conjure your company
While crossing the police lines.

And what of our time?
We’ve worked all this time
For our time.

Leaves change like expatriates.
The silent snow is not enough
We speak of forgetting
But I’m keeping you in mind.
And it’s

Harder to sleep
When you’re not here.
It’s much harder to sleep this year.
It’s harder to sleep since you’re not here.
Harder to sleep this year.

Another day of politics
Draws to a close.
The evening equally restless
Without you at home.

I lay down again
Struggle to sleep
Anticipate fitfully
The inevitable bad dreams.

I’m back in the institution
In the back woods of Maine
With the children of avarice
And cannot escape.

I cannot seem to end the days
Or bring myself to rest.
I vacillate on broken springs
Awaiting your request.
For it’s

Harder to sleep when you’re not here.
It’s much harder to sleep this year.
It’s harder to sleep when you’re not here.
Harder to sleep this year.

I don’t give the people what they want
I’d rather tell them what they need to hear.
I get trouble at times, but I don’t really mind
When you whisper late at night in my ear.
Now it’s harder to sleep since you’re not here.

Harder to sleep, harder to sleep.
Harder to sleep, harder to sleep.
Harder to sleep, harder to sleep.

Harder to keep, harder to sleep
Harder to sleep, harder to sleep.
Harder to keep, harder to sleep.

Catch the Days

Written By: Maybarduk

Destroy a song for yesterday
And the tempest and the Taliban are all
Foundations of your unrest.
Right the wrong, everyday
Tire along the way
Falling out of faith to bitterness.

But if there's time, when there's time, I'd like to change your mind.
If there's time, when there's time, I'd like to change your mind.
If there's time, there's always time, I'd like to change your mind.
You and me shouldn't be always so harried & hurried & hated.

Revelation woman in uniform
Right to refuse to conform.
I pulled you tight to keep you warm
And watched your sleeping form
In our makeshift bed in the sand.

And the kids at William & Mary cannot understand.
And the boys who play at war cannot understand
And a nation at peace will never understand
The coming storm, a greater force, your quiet core.

We'd chase the sun across America
Reading right to left.

We'd chase the sun across America
Reading right to left.

We'd chase the sun
Across America
Reading right to left.

I can almost catch
I can almost catch
I can almost catch
The days.

Living for the life in my mind

Written By: Maybarduk

Washington, D.C. 2007, 2008
Chord 1: C#EBG# (C# minor) Chord 2: G#BF#B
Bridge: E E C# E E / E E C# E E…G#
105 BPM

I roll my eyes back to sleep
I roll my mind forward to think
I close my senses; shut out everyone
No more noise, no more people; only dreams.

For I'm
Living for the life
I'm living for the life in my mind.
Living for the life
I'm living for the life in my mind.

I have visions, but I can't
Make them material, from the sand
Maybe one day, people will get smart
And make cities from philosophy and art.

'til then I'm
Living for the life
I'm living for the life in my mind.
Living for the life
I'm living for the life in my mind.

Patterns in behavior, patterns in our speech
Intuition of our falling for the sea.
I may change a few minds
But mostly
I'll take pens
And draw along my dreams.

I cannot control events
And I, I cannot make them make sense.
It'll have to be enough
To light a fire in my thoughts
And to know that I know what I know.

Yeah I'm
Living for the life
I'm living for the life in my mind.
Living for the life
I'm living for the life in my mind.

The great state of Maine

Written By: Maybarduk

Mixing drinks in unmixed company
For men who are all mixed up and yet no more than me.
And I can try to understand
But I’ve always been your straight man, it’s all I know to be.

You still got silence all inside
I get scared for you, brother
Won’t you find some northern lights?

Behind the bar, working bareback
A thing of beauty, a thing.
Ones and fives are tucked in so deep
And you’ve tucked yourself way down as well
Too deep too reach.

You’re the standard, stand-up, we all wait for your sign
You learned how to fight back, but sometimes you’d rather hide.

You still got silence all inside
I get scared for you, brother
Won’t you find some northern lights?

I walked you hand-in-hand down to school on your first day
Call it a promise - oh so hard to keep
And there’s much I might have done differently.
It’s hard to see you hardened, and hard to reach.

I’d still like to hold your hand
But it’s not my life to lead
In the great state of Maine
There are no billboards to read.

Sundays

Written By: Peter Maybarduk

I miss you most on Sundays
In the evenings
In the evenings.

When I face the week alone in a panic
And I hate it
And I’m fading.

‘Cause I’ve lost a bit of time
I ought to have spent giving.
And I could miss my life
Working over living.

The hour’s late and I should really hit those books
But they’ll be here tomorrow.
What I should really do is listen for a while
To understand your sorrow.

Tell me, tell me sister
What do you believe in?
Tell me, tell me
But do not speak from reason.

Tell me, tell me sister
What do you believe in?
Tell me, tell me
But do not speak from reason.
We only take these jobs
Out of fear of getting lost.
I think we only write these books
Because we’re afraid to talk.

Wait up for me I bed a little longer
I’ve one more song to write
And then I
Will turn out
The light.

Discography

LP:
Passengers

Forthcoming LP:
No Hay Pueblo Vencido

Songs with radio play include: Passengers, Elizabeth la Paz, The Grid, American June, Siddhartha on his raft, Caught in a Lie, and Quarter Rests.

Go to www.myspace.com/maybarduk to hear more.

Set List

I play several types of shows. A typical set would be about 35 minutes, though I've been known to play sets from one short surprise song to 3 hours without stop (particularly in the case of instrumental shows).

Everything show: I bring the Spanish guitar, the telecaster, the charango and the laptop, and play a bit of each of my styles. Acoustic, electric, electronic. Video performances in the crowd, rocking performances from the stage, seated performances of introspective songs. This allows me to play something for everyone, highlight the diversity of my sound, keep people guessing and intrigued the whole way through, and crescendo the set's energy.

Party show: For evenings that require pizazz, charisma and volume, I play uptempo electric and electronic songs. I get in the crowd as I sing, play video collages in tandem with the music, and have been known to rap and dance on tables or whatever other props happen to be handy.

Singer/songwriter show: I play shows in c