Malachy Papers's lyrics & chords

Kansas City. Spring. 1996. Morphine soaked tee shirts. Overturned vans. Debris spread across the interstate. The divine architect directs three freaks to a party at 4206 Tracy. Birthday girl Millie dresses the boys up in boas. Cloven-hoofed percussionist attempts to play vibraphone with K.C. bass man and crooner Bryan Hicks. Grumpy saxophonist Mark Southerland arrives at party. Band is born. The hunter gatherers of musical information embark on a musical journey they christen: Malachy Papers. Six years later, 3 C.D.s, two tours of france, ...read more