My Chainsaw Heart

by The Resurrectionists

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1.
They say we’ve got it coming Run through deserts just far enough to turn around Too many times for all the signs seen in visions Not to point straight down An elaborate tabulation of the whisper That’s the end of all civility A point we sadly passed about half a second After Abel hit the ground We’ve all got our end We’ve all got our end We’ve all got our ends Just like the ends that’ll be And the ends that have been There’ll be wars and wars rumored Funded by a single world currency But, Brother, the money is running higher For the world than it seems to be for me There’ve been apocalyptic prophecies Since prophets in this world could be found Only time their eyes see eyes is When they find time to talk it over under ground We’ve all got our end We’ve all got our ends Just like the ends that’ll be And the ends that have been Though the story always changes The story always promises to end We’ve all got our end We’ve all got our ends Just like the ends that’ll be And the ends that have been Though the story always changes The story always promises to end Though the story always changes We all know it’s all gonna end
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Cordelia (free) 04:18
I’ve been sleeping in my own bed every night Right down the middle with my arms to my sides The sheets are so cold to my left and right The sun’s been a’ falling and the chill is on the rise And I wake up so early after crying all night Cordelia, you can model in the nude Cordelia, you can wear those high-heeled boots Cordelia, just don’t treat me like a rube Oh taker and breaker of tender-hearted boys I may be one of those but I just don’t have the choice We walked together and you sang a siren’s call The chorus said something like careful do not fall I took your hand and you came in close The thorns just might cut you when you grasp the rose I took you outside and you climbed up all the trees Then off to the Goodwill for a shopping spree You took off with my heart and you did not say please My systolic dropped and I fell onto my knees You laughed at my dying, can’t say you did not warn me Cordelia, you can take off down the road Cordelia, you don’t need that heavy load Cordelia, oh you left me feelin’ cold Oh taker and breaker of tender-hearted boys I may be one of those but I just don’t have the choice Cordelia, you don’t need to bury me Cordelia, if my dyin’ gives you peace Cordelia, just you take it in your ease Oh taker and breaker of tender-hearted boys I was one of those and I did not have the… credits from Apocolypse (Applause​!​) single, track relea
3.
Winter comes in easy Snowflakes a' dancin' through the oak trees Where we walked so slowly On the edge of town You said you still loved me With your head upon my shoulder No when I say those words They sound like see you 'round Now ain't you something woman? Goin' out and comin' in Taking everything That you could from me All those trees upon the hillside All shadowed in the sunrise Their roots tied tight And showing through the ground Well I could not stand their standing And in an act of stout remanning I vowed then and there That they were coming down I traded my axe for the grinding For gas powered styling Now that's my latest darling With the bar and chain Now that's my heart That's my chainsaw heart Tearing through them trees Oh love... love... love Chop it down Now what's with these women A' goin' out and comin' in Giving back the things That you took from me Come on with it, ladies All you Jezebels and you Heartless Sexy Sadies I got me a lock that don't fit your key I pull back the blinds To see your coal black eyes Begging Please don't go away I take my hat from the door And I bow down to the floor Maybe I'll be back on Saturday Maybe not Cuz that's my heart That's my chainsaw heart Tearing through them trees Oh love... love... love... Chop it down Now I got a recommendation For all the lovers in this great nation Who've taken one too many rides And been tossed out Adjust your atttitude Change your coat and shine your shoes And when you hit bottom Just make sure that you bounce Yes, that's my heart That's my chainsaw heart Tearing through them trees Oh love... love... love Chop it down
4.
Fallen Man 07:51
Son, you know I’ve got this thirst in me Hurts worse than the holes in his hands Despite my pain, I ain’t ever claimed myself to be Enough to pay for the fall of man We got the world and our world gone and hated me That judge don’t fear his maker nor man I can heed His will and I’m less afraid of the cup Than I am of the bottle drying up on me To hell with my eyes I need them coins for a drink To hell with my eyes Where I'm bound I don’t want to see Old man, brought you what you said you needed so damn bad Not much more than we ever had Dug through cupboards full of cobwebs and jars of nails Ain't no wonder where I am God has always seen fit to knock me with grace square on the chin With a righteous scowl and a drop cast hand I swear, I have never wanted less than to relive The pissed on life of a fallen man. To hell with my eyes I need them coins for a drink To hell with my eyes Along with the rest of me Bridge: His love is gonna stay through the end of your days His love is gonna stay Past the end of your days But his lovin’ you this way It don’t last you to your grave Old Man, I’ll pour this out for you I’ll empty out for you You’ve been fathering some lies along the way Lies imply some kind of truth What’s the matter, boy, now, don’t you want none? That’s alright, it’s spent and I think I’m done To hell with my eyes I need them coins for a drink To hell with my eyes Where I'm bound I don’t want to see Hell with my eyes And I’ll pour it out now for my kin Hell with my eyes And I’ll sing a proud Amen
5.
I’ve stopped trying to stand in the way of my appetites I’ve stopped letting TV evangelists bring me down I’m going to write a letter to Los Angeles And thank them for the good ideas that they’re passing around I’ve stopped blaming God for all the sorrow in this life I’ve stopped asking for intervention in the divine plan It leads me to a Western kind of wondering About who’s a lawyer and who’s a police I’ve befriended every kind of hypocrite At least you don’t have to worry ‘bout what they think Well we tell each other lies and I guess it comes as no surprise I do what I do and not as I say You believe what I’m telling you anyway They’re sharing the good of their philosophy Place your New World Order at the 5 Star Buffet It ain’t no kind of deceit And you won’t need no receipt To make off with your belly full No weight on your shoulder And light on your feet I took out an ad in the Shopping Guide I’m looking for a month-to-month lease I’m a’ making plans and I’m a’ take stand for the commonest man The mail will pile up and the neighbors will say they cannot believe I’ve stopped trying to stand in the way of my appetites I’ve stopped letting TV evangelists bring me down I’m going to write a letter to Los Angeles And thank them for the good ideas that they’re passing around
6.
Broke Soon 04:34
Busted or brittle Lord that's the truth The light of your life The light in your room If it ain't broke now It'll be broke soon Lust fails a little And love's hard to prove I want for a good wife I take fast and loose Cuz it ain't broke now It'll be broke soon I got this riddle That I'm bound to prove If you're 28 Better think 82 Cuz you ain't broke now but you'll be broke soon Busted or brittle Lord that's the truth The light of your life The light in your room If it ain't broke now It'll be broke soon
7.
Book of Ruth 07:37
Ruth said to Naomi Hey, where are we going? Where are we? Got a pile a dead and it’s growing Seems every day Where are we going? Where are we? We’ve got an awful lot of time Left here now from the fall We’ve got an awful lot of time But that’s all Got nowhere else to go As you can see So I’ll go where you’re going? Where are we? Regardless of our direction We’ve got one guarantee All I’m suggesting Is that you head there with me Love conquers all And it leaves a lot of ruin Love conquers all But that don’t tell me what we’re doing Now, Ruth was had for a sandal And went happily See, she knew where she was headed Now where are we? Staring down an Olympian Ash heap All set for my resting Should I take a seat? We’ve got an awful lot of time Left here now from the fall We’ve got an awful lot of time But that’s all Love conquers all And it leaves a lot of ruin Love conquers all But that don’t tell me what we’re doing Blocked off plenty of my future For clean-living Guess the golden rule has got to start with me The second we put down Self-sorry wishing Gonna find the time where we all get free Lord help me build on my ruins Lord help me be

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Special thanks to Mike Terra, Morgan Allen and Nicholas Peterson for the labors of love that they contributed to this project. Additional thanks to, Kayla Moore, Rilda Kissel, Denise Kahn Terra, Billy Beard and the good people of the Lizard Lounge, David Balerna and the good people of Midway Café, Reed Harmon, Scott Janovitz, Kimberly Moa, Matthew Somers, Emily Moore, Sand Machine, Adam Garland and Science, moms, dads, families, & friends of the band for their various contributions and support over the years. More special thanks to Steve Turcott and Jeremy Munday, Resurrectionists emeritus, for their contributions to the music and continued friendship.

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released March 5, 2011

All music written and performed by the Resurrectionists.

The Resurrectionists are

Ben Crouch – Vocals, bass, percussion
Alex Kissel – Vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, percussion
Al Moore – Electric and baritone guitars
Ben Dicke – Drums and percussion

Additional instrumentation provided by Mike Terra, including organ and percussion.

All songs were engineered and produced by Mike Terra at WFH Studio and Moontower Studio. Artwork by Morgan Allen.

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The Resurrectionists Boston, Massachusetts

The Resurrectionists celebrate the dark depths of American roots music with a feel-good, righteous rock fervor.

Refined over the course of countless gigs in and around Boston, the 4-piece band’s performances combine driving rhythms and hellbent showmanship with a twilit vocal tour of family and faith, booze and the blues.
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