The Dirty Gospel

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PSYCHOPATHS & SYCOPHANTS
ISSUES (RAISING CAIN)
PALE MOON
DOPESICK BLUES
PREJUDICED & BLIND
DEVIL’S STEW
ARE YOU FREE NOW?
BROWNSVILLE MARKET
CHIPPER JONES
JOHNNY GILMORE

PSYCHOPATHS & SYCOPHANTS

psychopaths and sycophants
from the early days on down
nero through to stalin
a chill went through the crowd

psychopaths and sycophants
you can fall in line or die
they got toadies there to warn you
turn your outrage to a sigh

psychopaths and sycophants

got no conscience, got no shame
look in their eyes, nothing remains
all your suffering’s been a game

they feed on power and control
corruptible judges and c.e.o.’s
ted bundy’s lurking down below

i hear your lies in every speech
innocents drown in your deceit
these gilded days, your war machine
come on

there will be cyber attacks at dawn
all of your money suddenly gone
strangers sleeping on your front lawn

we’ll take the riots to wall street
cut loose the hounds and turn up the heat
hang the bankers up by their feet

yes there’s violence in the wind
this time it’s coming from within
all of my friends been pushed to an end

psychopaths and sycophants

psychopaths and socialites
gonna burn you people down

ISSUES (RAISING CAIN)

issues
all these issues
aloe tissues
flooding out there on the sofa

defenses
all these defenses
i’ll be leaping fences
soon as i am able

when i’m able
when i’m able
just gotta find a way
to make myself feel
like i’m able

and when i’m able
surely i’ll be able
gonna lay my conscience
right down here on the table

at the table
the family table
i saw cain
stretched out there on a fable

on the fable
the family fable
we raised cain
just to kill it right there if we’re able

bridge:

raising cain
blood in the letters
blood rolling down the drain

raising cain
look up to the sky
show me the scars again

sister
oh my sister
i’ll take you to the emerald queen
you can meet the mister

sister
oh my sister
i’ll take you to the emerald queen
you can meet the mystery

PALE MOON

hey come along with me…come along with me child

spirits rise at dusk…

there’s a pale moon rising up above

DOPESICK BLUES

no no, i got the strung-out dopesick blues
you wanta hear about it?
i’ll just go on and on and on

no no i got the strung-out dopesick blues
gonna get my head together
i’m under the foggy weather

tonight
gonna meet my angel tonight
tonight
i’m driving through the city tonight

well you should ask jane about it
you know it’s a strain without it
well you should ask nick about it
you know he’s a prick without it

red light, green light, blue lights
driving through the city tonight
red light, green light, blue lights
i’m driving through the city tonight

i’m looking for satisfaction
some chemical soul reaction
i’m looking for satisfaction
some chemical soul reaction

tonight
meet my angel tonight
tonight…
i’m driving through the city tonight

no no i got the strung-out dopesick blues
you should ask jane about
what you cant live without

PREJUDICED & BLIND

now that you’re gone
i suppose i’m supposed to carry on
they hounded you
for the sin of being born this way
you built those walls
locked them away

i was talking to this girl at a bar
she drew me a heart held together by stitches and scars
i’m afraid i’m long gone now
she said you’re never quite the same
i got the call that night
my world blown away

their love is prejudiced, their love is blind

families and culture sanction a lie
the venal preach hatred to innocent eyes
they twisted the bible
into words that terrorize and paralyze
turn a kid into a rival
turn a man into a suicide

DEVIL’S STEW

where do you go
when there’s nobody looking?
what do you do?
are you in the kitchen cooking
up a stew?
you know the devil’s long been looking
to find a way to get inside of you

i lost my brother
in the second gulf war
nobody knows
what he was fighting for
or maybe they do
but they can’t say it anymore
did we find a way to talk around the problem?

hey charlie noble
i think your culture is rotten
blood in the trees
blood in the cotton
through the breeze
i hear those guinea boats rocking
from amsterdam to sullivan’s island

i seen you at church
looking so fine
shaking hands
the higher you climb
your daughter told me
that your conscience was blind
she hit the county line just screaming

hey hey hey…

daytime moon
i went looking for answers
long ago
i said i’ll take my chances
shadows grow
spirit advances
these same numbers in the strangest places

i crossed over
gradually i suppose
part of me’s disgusted
part of me’s a ghost
all of me’s allergic
to these parties that you host
this cancer, it’s eating up your body

“hey mr death…
how do you like your blue-eyed boy now?”
it’s just a guess
about your ways & your hows
she’s in a dress
i seen her lifting up a veil
this world‘ll be the death of me someday

hey hey hey…

miss emily
oh god it’s been years
what a surprise
to see you standing here
i’d put out my eyes
if you’d only disappear
slink back into the bloody night that you came from

the stupidest thing
that you ever said to me
yes i remember it well
it concerned the junior league
why were you ever
ever there with me?
how could you beg my enemies for acceptance?

hey hey hey…

like i give a shit
just what you think of me
you’re all followers & philistines
as far as i can see
i collect the lemons
that you cast upon the sea
i bring them to the lords
they’re howling back at me

hey hey hey…

where do you go
when there’s nobody looking?
what do you do?
are you in the kitchen cooking
up a stew?
you know the devil’s long been looking
to find a way to get inside of you

ARE YOU FREE NOW?

can you hear me
right now?

can you feel me
somehow?

do you see now
who was on yr side?

are you free now?
it ate you up inside

you left a song with me the night you flew
through the forest as i followed you
hanging ghostly in a dark winter sky
here comes the pale moon like a soul on the rise

sometimes at night it’s like i sense you there
a certain spell that’s cast upon the air
that first week was when i felt it the most
you lived with birds and you lived with ghosts

are you free now
free now from yr past?

can you see now
the patterns that were cast?

can you show me
can you see me through?

you heard the bell ring
i put it there for you

are you free now
are you free now?

are you free now
are you free now?

BROWNSVILLE MARKET

brownsville market
in the middle of the day
brownsville market
i wanna fade away my my

sally come see me
she’s all brown-skinned & beautiful
she said i knew her from fellini’s
she’s chewing up her cuticles
brain buzzing like a d-string
she’s got questions nobody would ask
i know trouble when i see things
i see trouble in her path
gonna fade away my my

she calls daddy on the carpet
it’s always swept up under the rug
some things take a lifetime
and they hatch like a bug
how sharper than a serpent’s tooth
is a thankless daughter?
how far can you run from the truth?
ophelia’s neath the water

take your hands off that girl
leave the poor boy alone
there’s too many of these children
and they’re all alone
living down in the grottoes

smoking meth…
living down in the grottoes….

CHIPPER JONES
(for vic chesnutt)

all the little redneck girls love chipper jones
two men out and three men on…
that long walk home
i’m watching baseball
yeah you’re gone
i been out all night
finally made my way back home

mercedes dances on the dugout
viva lolita age 16
what could her parents have been thinking?
giving their lonely daughter
a strippers name

i guess you finally stopped your flirting
your death bone rose one christmas eve
no you were not a victim
casting your ghostly presence
out there on the sea
a brother to me

all the little redneck girls love chipper jones

JOHNNY GILMORE

i was looking for a drummer
searching high and low
doing a string of shows that summer
when my last one had to go

hanging out at miller’s
asking everyone i know
from the corner to fellini’s
to the bar at c & o

tell me quick
what am i looking for?
“you want a drummer that kicks
you’re looking for johnny gilmore”

he had the face of a cherub
the rhythm of a saint
a smile that could make a poet
wanta pick up a brush and paint

he’d be dressed up to the nines
rocking a suit and tie
i saw him only yesterday
on a cell phone passing by

tell me quick
what am i looking for?
“you want a drummer that kicks
you’re looking for johnny gilmore”

he lived for that last beat
the beat no one could find
sending a song reeling
just as high as it could climb

when he sat in with the hogs
they’d come dancing through the door
he’d drop the churchfoot on the drinkers
drop your jaw right through the floor

if you didn’t come to see him
you wont get the chance no more
i got the awful news this morning
the death of johnny giilmore

hey hey hey hey….johnny gilmore

the preacher said some words
i guess it went okay
but sometimes these preachers
don’t even seem to believe the words they say

i don’t mean to cast derision
it’s a hard life and a day
but if he wanted the real religion
he should’ve listened to johnny play

tell me quick
what am i looking for?
you want a drummer that kicks
you’re looking for johnny gilmore