Happy to announce our first trip across that little Atlantic pond this coming Autumn. We’ll start our travels in the beautiful region of Brittany, France for multiple performances at Le Grand Soufflet. Then, our tour will take us around France and other nearby countries. For more info, please visit our “Shows” page.
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Album: Burden
(Johnson)
Claustrophobic in this consciousness
Dust and dead’uns all I see
Nature is hell and all the women act light
When in fact they’re feeling heavy
That dainty little woman bears you a child
Then she bears you a grudge
She comes into your room late at night
And out of something, maybe nothing, comes love
The devil will dance with an olive branch
Then sell you a bill of goods
To bless with one hand, the other enjoins a curse
Your silence is well understood
Hands are shook, palms are greased
No one’s listenin’ in the elevator shaft
Down goes up, forth goes back
You writhe as you ride through each path
Caught in a trap in this consciousness
Dust and dead’uns that is all
Supine in a box, the last nail fit…
Album: Burden
(Budde)
There’s a gravestone down in Arlington
With the name of my first love
The box below is filled with dirt
And the vultures fly up above
In ’92 I buried you
In ’93 I mourned
After ten long years I’ve forgotten you
For the worms have left nothing more
Six feet of dirt is unforgiving
And so it seems am I
I don’t want to go down to Arlington
Please burn my when I die
Burn me when I die
There’s a plot for you down in Arlington
Where they’ll put you in due time
I will mourn for you down in Arlington
I can join you when it’s mine
I won’t feed the worms down in Arlington
Though I know it’s part of life
I don’t want to be six feet underground
I can’t tolerate the time
Six feet of dirt is unforgiving
And so it seems am I
I don’t want to go down to Arlington
Please burn me when I die
Burn me when I die
Album: Burden
(Johnson)
Gonna take your life for the things that you write
I don’t mean to take sides, ain’t got no party lines
Gonna have to take arms and fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right
The same story told, all sides of the board
You’re gonna have to fight, fight for what’s right
And keep your eyes, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize
For some kind of salvation in some other life
Gonna take your life for the things that you write
I don’t mean to take sides, ain’t got no party lines
Gonna have to take arms and fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right
The same story told, all sides of the board
You’re gonna have to fight, fight for what’s right
And keep your eyes, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize
For some kind of salvation in some other life
I think I’m gonna take arms to fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right
I think I’m gonna take arms
I think I’m gonna draw arms
I think I’m gonna draw to fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right, fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right
I think I gotta take arms to fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right
I think I gotta take arms
I think I’m gonna draw arms
I think I gots to draw to fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right, fight for what’s right
Fight for what’s right
Album: Burden
(Budde/Johnson)
Got a bag full of blood and bones
A wind of hangman’s rope
A pocket full of flint and buck
I gotta sell all my chicken stock
On a trip to Normal
Sorry, I can’t make it
Blow the safe then blow the bank
Rollin’ high and rollin’ low
White lightnin’ in my case
I gotta make a down payment on my soul
On a trip to Normal
Sorry, I can’t make it
On a trip to Normal
On a trip to Normal
Dust and dead’uns in the alleys
A wave of corpses has reached its crest
The bars are full and the graves are empty
Ain’t hard to tell that no one’s left
On a trip to Normal
Sorry, I can’t make it
On a trip to Normal
On a trip to Normal
Album: Burden
(Budde/Johnson)
What will we do when the temple falls?
What will we do when they breach the walls?
Dust and dead’uns all flood the gates
Jokes on us, ain’t no escape
What will we do when the walls come down?
What will we do when they burn the ground?
Women and children first to their death
Jokes on us ’cause we’re all next
Where will we go when the crops all die?
Where will we go when the birds won’t fly?
Build an arc and sail away
Jokes on you at the end of the day
Who will we burn we realize
We got it wrong, just a pack of lies?
Priests and beggars and immigrants
Jokes on the them, can’t purge our sins
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We’re back at it after a 9-month hiatus. Come on out to Sala Rossa on Friday, June 23 as we’re back in Montreal and preparing for a European tour this coming fall. Please check out our “Shows” page for more info on everything coming our way.
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