The Max Allen Band

The Max Allen Band

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The MAB is a stunningly full-sounding band whose high energy brand of rock combines multiple genres of music with a level of musicianship that is uncanny. MAB's collective musical talent and a fearless innovative approach to songwriting and performing is how a touring band should sound!!

Biography

The Max Allen Band (MAB) is a stunningly full sounding trio whose music can be described as a product of its environment over the last 25+ years. Multiple musical influences are molded (using extraordinary musicianship, a focus on intelligent lyrics and smoldering guitar work), into compositions that appeal to a very broad range of listeners. The band’s music is steeped in tradition but is also identifiably influenced by many different styles of music including Reggae, Rap, Funk, Rock, Blues and Jazz.

MAB delivers tight, well seasoned, high-energy performances to fans throughout the Midwest. They tour regularly and perform between 100-125 shows per year. Over the past nine years Allen and the MAB have had the privilege of performing on stage with and/or opening for a number of great musicians and bands, including Larry Crane (Mellencamp), Chris Duarte, Dishwalla, Lukas Nelson, The Marshall Tucker Band, Otiel Burbridge, Dickey Betts, The Spin Doctors, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Karl Denson's Tiny Universe, Ekoostik Hookah, Dark Star Orchestra and Umphrey's McGee.

The Max Allen Band is a proud member of the Homegrown Music Network.

Lyrics

I'm Always Late

Written By: Max Allen

/I’m Always Late
By: Max Allen
www.maxallenmusic.com

I woke up this morning,
My alarm clock didn’t go off.
I jumped into the shower
And you know what?
The water just wouldn’t get hot.
I said to myself, “this is gonna be a bad day.”
I looked down at my clock and I was already
Fifteen minutes late.

I’m always late for everything.
Wherever I go it’s always the same,
I’m always late for everything.

I strolled into work
Later than what I usually do.
And that’s about twenty minutes later
Than what I’m supposed to.
My boss said to me, “Son you are late for work today.”
I looked him right in the eyes
And said, “You don’t pay me anyway.”

Chorus

Copyright 2001-2003 Max Allen/ Max Allen Music,LLC

Unionize

Written By: Max Allen

Is it pleasure or pain?
Well, I just don't know.
But it feels good deep down in my soul.
But whether or not, love and hate's the same.
You know that I know you and I'll never forget your name.
Well, I just realized, I got to live with everything I'm putting through my eyes.
And that's why, and that's why, and that's why, and that's why, and that's why.
I just said that five times.
Is it what you do and what you say connected in any of the following ways:
Come and give me a kiss, and say, "I love you,"
But Still look at me and what I'm putting you through.

And why does everything have to fall apart?
Why do we have to stumble and fall in the dark?
We look around and only see wandering souls.
They realize they'll never unionize and they will just grow old.

Whether or not you like it, I have to go.
But you have to understand,
it's done for the man and he spoons you so.
But if you ever bite the hand that happens to feed you again,
You'll see the true meaning of an enemy and not a friend.
Well, I just realized, you been sitting there listening to all this jive,
And that's why, and that's why, and that's why, and that's why,
and that's why.
I just said that five times.
Is it too much for you to just sit it through and do all the things others don't get to do?
We be grateful for the gift we've been given,
And we'd like to give it back to you.

Chorus

Fog Lake

Written By: Max Allen

A traveling man, is what I be
A moving road underneath my feet, sets me free
Load up the car, with a place in mind
When we get there you know we’ll have a good time

Drive into the night, push on from the west
Stopping for nothing till home is reached, then we can rest
Weeks we’ve been out, Still it feels like nothing
From the day we set out we hoped to reach our dreams

We pushed on to Fog Lake
Across the field wide-eyed awake
To see the ballerinas twirling
And Tornados swirling away
While the fires kept burning
We kept listening and we kept learning
About the ways of the snake
While we spoke our minds
We gazed, into Fog Lake

We can drive this road, by the light of the moon
Hear the snow on the ground, play a pretty tune
It’s cold outside, but inside it’s warm
The snow on the ground builds up
As we watch it take its’ form

We pushed on to Fog Lake
Across the field wide-eyed awake
To see the baletrinas twirling
And Tornados swirling away
While the fires kept burning
We kept listening and we kept learning
About the ways of the snake
While we spoke our minds
We gazed, into Fog Lake

Do it for your own sake
The sky will rumble and the earth will quake
Finally your soul will be awake
When you drop off and push yourself on
To Fog Lake

Teresa's Dream

Written By: Max Allen (Music) & Greg Phelps (Lyrics)

Housing mass production, green space up for rent
Vinyl village culture, bathe the hills in wet cement
People packed together, houses all look the same
Till it under, slap it up, and pave the amber waves of grain

Momma said be
The change you wish to see
Momma said see
Everything you need to be
Momma said make
The Change you need to see
So step outside and change a life back around and set it free.

Preachers at the alter, give your money please
Jesus hears all your prayers, when you give your hard earned cash to me
Gods not a cable network, with prime time sweeps to win
Sell commercial breaks for dish soap to wash away your sin

Momma said be
The change you wish to see
Momma said see
Everything you need to be
Momma said make
The Change you need to see
So step outside and change a life back around and set it free.

Mumbling people walk the streets
Voices in their heads
Should mental health be homeless? Find the sick an empty be
Soiled rags, vacant stare, dazed, looking for the keys
Drive this burden off his back, and start you engines please

Momma said be
The change you wish to see
Momma said see
Everything you need to be
Momma said make
The Change you need to see
So step outside and change a life back around and set it free.

Left Hand Smoke

Written By: Max Allen

I need a left hand smoke
I need a left hand smoke
I need a left hand smoke
I need a left hand smoke
I need a left hand smoke
Cause I’m a left handed man.

Now when you get yourself, home from work
Are you ever in need for just a little perk
You need a left hand smoke
You need a left hand smoke
You’ll need a left hand smoke
If you’re a left handed man

Yeah when you’re broke and aint got no money to spend
You call one of your good buddies or on of your friends
They’ll have a left hand smoke
They’ll have a left hand smoke
They’ll have a left hand smoke
If they are left handed men

Now it don’t matter if it’s black, white, green, or red
It’s all the same to a pot head
Cause it’s a left hand smoke
Yeah it’s a left hand smoke
I’ll have a left hand smoke
Cause I’m a left handed man.

Underwear Umbrella

Written By: Max Allen

Underwear Umbrella

Look at this place and see how it’s changed
Faces are different but have the same names
Molding and shaping nearly everyday
I know where I’m at but
It’s just not the same

They switched my clothes
And now they don’t fit
Rearranged my furniture and now
I don’t know where to sit
With a straight face I told him through his eyes
Everyone around here has been telling you lies

Chorus:
What is different I don’t really know
The more I return, is the more I want to go
Just leave it all and find a new home
A spot for myself where I can be alone
Till I return again to see my friends
And have this whole ordeal start
Right back over again

I feel so different
But I’m the same
Just on the bench
And not in the game
I dropped it all
Now I’m on the ground
Picking up the pieces
Till they’ve all been found

They locked my doors
And switched my keys
She made me my favorite grilled sandwich
But forgot the cheese
She said it’s raining outside
But I didn’t tell her
It was all ok cause I got my
Underwear Umbrella

On The Road

Written By: Max Allen

On the Road

As the white lines pass me by
I’m thrown into a spell
How long is this road?
It’s so hard to tell
I’ve traveled for days
With no money in my hand
For the love of the music
And to play in a band

To the end of the Earth
Or until I expire
For the day I die
Will be the same day I retire
Has this all been for nothing?
And will I be on top in the end?
If we were just playing at home then we’d be
Just pissing in the wind

You gotta suck it up, suck it up
And tough it out, tough it out
Don’t sit down and whisper
Y’got to stand up and shout
From the highest mountain
To the valleys below
Don’t stay in one location
Just get out on the road and go
Out on the Road, out on the road and go

You get strength in what you believe in
You reap what you sew
A higher crop will yield
If you put in what you know
You need to trust yourself
And learn from the others all around
You’ll soon find yourself heading to the top
Where nothing can let you down

Gridlock

Written By: Max Allen and Shaan France

Gridlock

I’m caught in traffic
Inbound on the west side of town
See the red lights light
While all the cars
They slow down
Nay to quickly they roll forward
They always tend to stop
Seems to me that this whole world is gonna
End up in Gridlock

All I wanna do is get myself from point A to point B
But that’s kind of hard to do
Cause everyone else left 5 minutes before me
I’m left behind and I can’t catch up
When my car is stopped
Seems to me that this whole world
Is gonna end up in Gridlock

Gridlock
Every time I try to catch a spot
This whole world seems to just end up in gridlock

My tires feel like they are spinning sand
And I’m simply going no where
Boy I’d love to stop and let you cut in
But this road I simply cannot share
But never the less someone slips in
To keep me staring at my clock
Cause everyday in the morning
When I get up
I fall just like a rock
Getting there as quick as I can
Man I hope I don’t get stopped
Seems to me that this whole world
Is gonna end up in Gridlock

Gridlock
Every time I try to catch a spot
This whole world seems to just end up in gridlock

Know Your Rights

Written By: Max Allen

Know Your Rights

When the police man pulls you over
Make sure you lock your doors
Roll down the window just enough
So you can slip him your information
He might try to trick you over and
He might try to make you slip
You roll up the window ‘for you get out of the car
And you… you make sure you lock that shit!

And you don’t give him no reason
Am I free to go
Don’t you let him search and seize ya
And just make sure you let him know
He ain’t got no reason
And you just might be their all night
And that’s why you’ve got to know
Know your rights

Know Your Rights

When the policeman stops you when you’re walking
And he don’t know who you are
Make sure that you keep it that way
And don’t you let him see your card
What was the other thing?
Oh yeah, make sure you don’t run
Because it give that little policeman
The rights to use his gun

So you don’t give him no reason
To be going through your bag
Don’t you let him search and seize ya
Unless probable cause is had
He ain’t got no reason
And you just might be there all night
And that’s why you got to know
Know your rights

Know Your Rights

When the policeman comes to your house
Make sure you greet him at the door
Pull closed the door
Till you hear it latch
So he don’t smell no odor
He gonna want to say
He want to do a little itty bitty
“Routine check” through your house
Say, “I can’t consent, everything is fine.”
Then you keep as quiet as a mouse

So you don’t give him no reason
To be going through your pad
Don’t you let him search and seize ya
Unless a search warrant is had
He ain’t got no reason
And you just might be there all night
And that’s why you’ve got to know
Know your rights

Know Your Rights

Me My Mo Ho

Written By: Max Allen, Shaan France and Chad Mendenhall

Me My Moho

Me my Moho
Rum-a-sack-a-fum-a-diddle
In came a pinie winkle
Nip-scotch a yellow burger
Bob tailed a sitten kitten
All around the flat patch singing
Nelly wont you carry me home

We’re all down at the flat patch
With button caps in our hands
Singing and dancing all around
Having a good time with my friends
Get them down any way you can
The sooner you do the better
You can crush them up
Or put them on bread
Or put them in something wetter
But whatever you do
Just make sure you
Take a good look all around
And don’t forget to pay attention to
The sights and subtle sounds of

Me my Moho
Rum-a-sack-a-fum-a-diddle
In came a pinie winkle
Nip-scotch a yellow burger
Bob tailed a sitten kitten
All around the flat patch singing
Nelly wont you carry me home

Later on we sat down to take a rest
And think of all things we’ve got to say
About all of what we found under the cap
And what we saw throughout the day
While we were jumping and dancing around
Just listening to the music play
I remembered the words that the wise man said
Earlier on that day he said
Whatever you do
Just make sure you
Take a good look all around
And don’t forget to pay attention to
The sights and subtle sounds of….

Discography

"No Way" - 2001 (Max Allen and the Jam Band)
"Mr. Big Man"- 2002 (Max Allen and the Jam Band)
"That's Why" - 2003 (Max Allen Band)
"Earthwalker" - 2006 (Max Allen Band)
"Uphill" - 2009 ( Acoustic Solo)
"Ending Sun" - 2009 (Max Allen Band)

Set List

The Max Allen Band primarily performs original music at its performances but will also perform selected covers "the MAB way". The band typically performs two 90 minute sets.

EXAMPLE OF COVER SONGS PERFORMED BY MAB:
Back On the Train (Phish)
Look A Py-Py (Funky Meters)
Voodoo Chile (Hendrix)
Gumbo (Phish)
Hamps Hump (Instrumental) (Lionel Hampton)
All Along the Watch Tower (Dylan/Hendrix/Dave Mathews)
First Tube (Instrumental)
Sissy Strut (Instrumental)
Boozer
Use Me (Bill Withers)
Fly Like and Eagle (Steve Miller)
Superstition (Stevie Wonder)
Empty Arms (SRV)
Red House (Hendrix)
Hoochie Coochie Man
One Way Out (Allman Brothers)
Pride and Joy (SRV)
Catfish Blues
Oreo Cookie Blues (
Tore Down
Mary Had a Little Lamb
Goin Down
Cheap Sunglasses (ZZ Top)
Statesboro Blues
Whipping Post
Just got paid today (ZZ Top)
Pump it up (Elvis Costello)
California Love