My Chainsaw Heart
by The Resurrectionists
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Apocalypse (Applause!)
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My Chainsaw Heart
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Fallen Man
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A Letter to Los Angeles
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Broke Soon
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Book of Ruth
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about
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 05 March 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.
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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- Track Name: Apocalypse (Applause!)
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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 - Track Name: Cordelia
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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…
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from Apocolypse (Applause!) single, track relea - Track Name: My Chainsaw Heart
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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 - Track Name: Fallen Man
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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 - Track Name: A Letter to Los Angeles
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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 - Track Name: Broke Soon
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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 - Track Name: Book of Ruth
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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
