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Comfort Food

by Jef Maarawi

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Maciej Karbowski I've listened to Jef Maarawi's concert here in Poland (Mikołów) just a week ago, and what I truly admired in his performance was Jef's warmth and authenticity. It was Magical ;) Favorite track: Oh My God, Omayra!.
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Almost four years have passed since the debut Egg Hell album, "Once Part Of A Whole Ship". Jef Maarawi returns, with his first solo work, "Comfort Food".

The music of "Comfort Food" sounds like coming out effortlessly, with laid back melodies and very few outbursts. Luscious guitars, subtle orchestrations, good chemistry between Jef Maarawi and King Elephant in production.

However, the disarming sincerity of Jef’s lyrics touches the common human weaknesses so deeply, that sometimes it hurts. And while the Black Dog wounds have been masterfully concealed with humor and cynicism, through the analgesic pop of "Comfort Food" the artist’s personal pain meets the listener who survives with the help of material or spiritual addictions, hidden behind the convenience of his own comfort foods. Somehow, Jef Maarawi's dark forest entwines more or less known stories, such as that of young Omayra Sánchez, that of the Jonestown massacre, or that of a stranger who jumps on the train tracks.

And as the stories end along with the vinyl grooves of this album, the smiling, generous heart defeats the body which is always ready to succumb and "Comfort Food" resembles a farewell letter, one step before the change.

Out on vinyl (+cd version) and digital album via Inner Ear.

credits

released December 11, 2017

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Written by Jef Maarawi
"Coming Going" written by Jef Maarawi, King Elephant, Sir Kosmiche
Arranged by Jef Maarawi, King Elephant, Sir Kosmiche and Vassilis Vlahakos.
Produced by King Elephant & Jef Maarawi

Recorded at King Elephant's studio
Engineered and mixed by King Elephant
Mastered by Giannis Hristodoulatos at Sweetspot Studio

Art direction by Bob Studio

Musicians :
Corcovado
King Elephant: Drums, Accordion, Keys, Percussion // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Forest
King Elephant: Drums // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar // Christina Koziraki: Backing Vocals

Reverend Jones
King Elephant: Drums, Sax // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

LA
King Elephant: Drums, Keys, Percussion // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Oh My God, Omayra!
King Elephant: Drums // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Comfort Food
King Elephant: Drums // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Coming Going
King Elephant: Drums // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Dread & Breakfast
King Elephant: Drums // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef Maarawi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar // Christina Koziraki: Backing Vocals

Someone Jumped in Front of a Train
King Elephant: Drums // Sir Kosmiche: Bass // Vassilis Vlahakos: Electric Guitar // Jef M

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Track Name: Corcovado
Come back time
And then time will politely decline
There is strain in my heart
When you don't want it
When I'm the thing you truly despise
Could you please find at least
Find Someone, or two, or more of your kind
Someone, who cannot tell when I'm lying

Down my spine
There are walls and there's fear in my mind
There are dreams
Which I don't really wanna care for
There's disaster and it comes in all kinds
Could you please take a picture
Of me with this huge statue of Christ
Will you bleed on my belly tonight

I know sometimes I act a little crazy
So many things for you to call me maybe
So many things that you don't wanna understand

In my prime
I watch everything politely decline
I'm afraid to be stabbed by somebody
And bleed inside of black and white tiles
Could you please protect me
From the things that I try so hard to hide
Will you feel, feel the pain deep inside

Come back time
And then time will politely fly by
Lick the foam from my lips in Ipanema
And sleep while having white bread and wine
Could you please forget me
Just this once so I can have a good time
While someone dowsed in gas starts a fire
Track Name: Forest
He lies in a forest
For God knows how long
A variable of some
Anterior song

He needs to be certain
A part of it all
At liberty to fuck up
At liberty to fall

There's a slight indentation
On the back of his head
He touches it and sees
His fingers painted red

There's something in the morrow
Something hard to take
At liberty to fuck up
At liberty to fake

Once, maybe twice
In his whole life
He shares something with strangers
Something out of his waters

In love and fear combined
Track Name: Reverend Jones
Jesus Christ
Your demise
I'll be honest with you
Came as a big surprise
Always so indifferent
Always looking left and right
While I try to realize
Between your inner thighs

Reverend Jones
Sitting all alone
Packing a big shotgun
To protect him from the world
Always felt so lonely
Trying to save his soul
Trying to realize
Between these pretty eyes

He's not

All the lies
Of your earthly paradise
As soothing as they might be
They fill my heart with fright
I'll try to save myself
I'll try to put up a fight
I'll Try to realize
Between your inner thighs

Reverend Jones
Sitting all alone
Looking at the floorboards
Wearing dark brown pantyhoses
Trying to kill the cockroach
Trying sniff up all the roses
Trying to realize
Between these pretty eyes

He's not

Reverend Jones
Reverend Jones
Armed with the faith of hundreds
Just not to feel alone

Reverend Jones
Reverend Jones
Reverend Jones
Love you so
Track Name: LA
I know that I won't die in this town
Sitting in a bathroom stall
But I'm
Floating through lalaland
Of potential fulfilled
Trying to sleep far from your arms

But I
Never went really far
With our screams in your car
Unafraid of the stars
But still counting

Walking behind as you run while on time
And your dress reveals you to me
But I
Know how much this acting thing
Means the whole world to you
And the ends of what we'd become

But I
Never went really far
Cause we're worlds apart
Unafraid of the stars
But still sleeping

I've never been to LA

But I
Never went really far
Cause we're worlds apart
And the talks with our friends
That still save me

I've never been to LA

In figures of speech between crowds
In washing machines and in neighbouring moans
In hikes filled with dread for it all
In your back that thankfully rushes ahead

I've never been to LA
Track Name: Eggshell
Nothing's gonna happen to you my friend
I can reassure you
You'll die a boring death
There'll be no one to ask you what's consuming you
There'll be no pair of eyes for you to hold on to

There'll only be the cheer to tear yourself apart

No painful goodbyes, no smell on the sheets
I will not imagine the impact of your hips
I don't need no thought of consequence right now
I just need a void for me to settle down

I just need some space far from all the beasts
Track Name: Comfort Food
I'm in this town
Could you please not forget me
This time around
There are things that I do understand
Would you please not select me
Thoughts of your stead
Lost in tracks that you've drawn in your head
There places where we're not dead
There are backthoughts soaked in your bed

I won't bow
To my dreams
The unborn mortcian's money
I'll take a walk by the sea
While I make it you make it I make it

I won't go
I'm not allowed
We're closer tonight
And you know how it goes
We walk with the fire

I won't bow
To my dreams
The unborn mortcian's money
I'll take a walk by the sea
While you make it I make it they make it
And I won't drown
I'll never be
All the things
That I wanted
And yet somehow
I can see
I'm laughing
Oh fuck, I'm still laughing

I won't go
I'm not allowed
We're closer tonight
And you know how it goes
We walk with the fire
Track Name: Coming Going
If I was younger
A fraction younger
There are many things that I would change for thee
And as we fly above the sea
I fear for things I can't control
And alternate between your legs
And someplace very dark and cold

Oh Paranoia
Sweet Paranoia
With dads that hold their tasers close to roaming vets
What with the screaming in their heads
Their angry sonic silhouettes
While we would fuck in stranger's beds
And then try to sleep and forget

We're coming and going
All over and over and over and over
A smile and a nod and a tap on the shoulder
Try and then fail and then try and then fail again

Oh this hangover
This sweet hangover
I don't recall the reasons why you really fled
Maybe it was my innate dread
My tendency to sleep and moan
Comfort myself with eating you
The way I'd myself at home

If I was stronger
Just a fraction stronger
There are many things that I would like to do for thee
While struggling very hard to breathe
I try my best to be discreet
And sit in place while you would scream
On famous sidewalks and palm trees

We're coming and going
All over and over and over and over
A smile and a nod and a tap on the shoulder
Try and then fail and then try and then fail again
Track Name: Dread & Breakfast
A little boy runs in circles in
A broken haven
His nose is running hot with blood
And his palms are aching

And on the carpet under which
He hides his semen
He feels the shape of a small hole
With his toes

He feels afraid for now he knows
That he won't stop thinking
He'll quench himself in chlorine juice
For his fifteenth birthday

A screaming in the sky
Here am I sitting in my kitchen
All afraid and I don't know why

He'll place himself somewhere in space
Right were nothing hurts more
He'll run away from the police
Somewhere in Damascus

He'll punch the teeth off of a kid
Underneath an oak tree
He won't try hard to come back home
Once he's gone

A screaming in the sky
Here am I sitting in my kitchen
All afraid and I don't know why
Track Name: Someone Jumped In Front Of A Train
Someone jumps in front of a train
Messing up the daily commute
And in the train we all go insane
We'll have to walk four blocks to go back home to

The fearful in the mezzanine
Daily dosage of adrenaline
Metal rails look like fear within
Sprayed with blood
Bodies in between
What if somehow death was to be seen
By fretful version of both you and me
Frustration sets accordingly
Frowned upon yet really free

Another day
Where I'm not Elsinore's son
Another day
Where I just wanna have fun

Someone jumps in front of a train
And he's messing up the daily commute
And in the train we all go insane
For all the walking back home that will ensue

Another day
Where I'm not Elsinore's son
Track Name: Oh My God, Omayra!
We failed again
To cut your legs
And as you sink
Up to your waist
You pull a smile
And look away
A little shy
A little grey
So beautiful so unafraid
A shame you have to die this way

Another day
Another treat
Some candy bars
For our defeat
Your house is gone
Your aunt is dead
Her arms are wrapped
Around your legs
The prison that you call your bones
At least she wouldn't let them go

Singing alone and away from boiling water
A beacon of hope and a blow to the bereaved
Unknown to all of us who would use you as a daughter
Where your body would grow to engulf all the debris
Where Omayra still burns
Where Omayra still burns

And now you stand
Firm in between
The ones that left
And the ones that will
Your soggy hand
You blackened eyes
A picture worthy
Of your demise
Your mom says that she lost her clothes
Your brother only lost a toe

Singing alone and away from boiling water
A beacon of hope and a blow to the bereaved
Unknown to all of us who would use you as a daughter
Where your body would grow to engulf all the debris
Where Omayra still burns
Where Omayra still burns

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