The Great American Novelty

by Lyric Advisory Board

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1.
there's a porn star in the palace with an opal on her plate there's a ship of fools with sharpened tools and jackals at the gate don't they look hungry don't they look mean don't think they'll wait to lick that asshole clean with a pitchfork and a password wallet and a chain power losses, burning crosses heaven hath no shame like a white man frightened don't he look weak don't think they'll wait to make that asshole bleed with a hundred dollar haircut another ape sits on the throne and he'll strut and piss and shake his fist and shove shit down your throat and you'll say thank you can I have some more? and there's another asshole lined up at the door we're living in the shadow of a dream we ain't never seen the light but we believe there ain't no wrong or right when you've got god on your side just another asshole down on his knees so kiss your daughter goodnight and kiss your son goodbye a girl can dream of being seen but your boy is gonna die and we'll watch it on tv while we eat don't think we'll wait to lick that asshole clean we're shooting out the shadows in the streets we ain't never seen the proof but we believe there ain't no black or white when you've got god on your side just another asshole down on his knees
2.
gotta make our voice heard because the masters of words don't want a chorus gotta make our mind known so all the swine on the throne can't ignore us with a cuff or a belt or a velvet fist round our throat may the will resist we gotta make our voice heard because the masters of words don't want a chorus gotta capture the light from all the pastors of lies get back to nature gotta hold our head high stare through a hole in the sky into the future under moon or a star or the southern cross round our soul may the self be lost we gotta make our voice heard because the masters of words don't want a chorus when we dream a drop of rain when we scream a hurricane gotta sing while we slave because the masters of trade won't employ us gotta stand on our feet so all the swine in the street won't destroy us with a stone or a brick or the new soft shoe on our lips may our song be true we gotta make our voice heard because the masters of words don't want a chorus when we dream a drop of rain when we scream a hurricane
3.
54 in '56, what you see is what's left in a game of truth with Cowards death will always win daddy tried to warn me about men and sloe but he never mentioned women or the snow cocaine cleans the palette codeine clears a cough absinthe makes the heart grow fond but I'll take morphine 'til the memory's gone Somerset Maugham and the aspirin vial ain't gonna rain no more for a motherless child if hell gets any hotter we'll be battered and fried but I'll still be the last one left alive white lightning wipes the palette whiskey clears a cough absinthe makes the heart grow fond but I'll take morphine 'til the memory's gone may you live as long as you want to may you want to as long as you live if I'm asleep and you want me, wake me if I'm awake and I don't want to, make me cocaine cleans the palette codeine clears a cough absinthe makes the heart grow fond but I'll take morphine 'til the memory's gone
4.
mason jar of moonshine sticky in the summertime fruit on her fingertips honey in her little hips reached out to pick a flower I was drunk on power apple core and alibis empathy in empty eyes sipping in the sunshine bottle full of blood wine kiss and tell and kill the hours we were young and proud never seen a patch of grass that I couldn't pave never seen a piece of glass that I wouldn't break honeydew and honey don't whistle shot and whiskey throat candy in her cotton dress chloral kool aid acid test seven acres set to plow four riders and one pissed-off cow never seen a patch of grass that I wouldn't shave never seen a piece of ass that I couldn't take mason jar of moonshine sticky in the summertime fruit on her fingertips honey in her little hips reached out to pick a flower I was drunk on power
5.
04:56
tracing skylines on my skin mapping meaning on a whim dark as day and light as sin you find your freedom from within while cameras flash and bullets sing tracing faces in the clouds the lion made you laugh out loud you saw a devil, I saw a saint I cried love and you cried hate in the final moment I sing your praise may you be soft enough to slip through fingers strong enough to carve through stone and when you stand for something may you never stand alone climbing shade trees in the sun building crosses just for fun you never knew my youngest son you never gave him time to run but when you call me I will come waiting patiently to fall three eyes dry and standing tall press my lips against the wall visions blur and angels call and if I see the light I'll crawl you may be soft enough to slip through fingers strong enough to carve through stone but when you stand for something you will always fall alone time moves fast and life moves slow lazy river ebbs and flows but when you start to feel alone resting on your rusted throne take my hand and I'll guide you home and we'll be soft enough to slip through fingers strong enough to carve through stone and when we stand for something we will never stand alone
6.
02:38
put thirty spokes together call it a wheel but in the holes where space slips through lies a need to turn an empty vessel out of mountain clay fill it with the ashes of someone who just escaped this dark, damp prison this pound of flesh letting go won't be my last regret settle on a homestead plant a seed turn those thirty spokes until the wheat shimmers just like copper and shines like gold but our pockets our still empty when the last seed has been sold this hot, dry prison that never ends letting go won't be my last regret start a family raise them well teach them how to pray and sing like everybody else the light of heaven the fires of hell but in the dark of night they still cry by themselves and when our sky crumbles our sun has set letting go won't be my last regret put thirty years together call them real but in the holes where space slips through lies a need to turn an empty vessel into mountain clay fill it with the ashes of someone who just escaped this earthly prison this unpaid debt letting go won't be my last regret
7.
maybe if I were just a little stronger if I could stay a little longer I could see this through then maybe I could fly just like the songbird spread my wings and travel skyward I could fly with you lately I've been acting like a sinner flying south just for the winter coming home just for the food and maybe we could take a flight together you with your wings of leather me with mine of wood under black sky steel moon blue planet fading out of view warm nights cold truths and slow death in the afternoon hazy, all the visions that I'm craving how you dip so slow and lazy while your heart jumps like a gun and maybe we could take this dance together wear your foxtail and your feathers and I'll be drunk on rum under black sky steel moon blue planet fading into view cold nights hot truths and slow death in the afternoon
8.
little bourgeois lice what do they fear? the boiling wave of the proletariat! little bourgeois mice what do they hear? the clicking claws of the proletariat! little bourgeois owls where do they fly? in the shadow of the proletariat! little bourgeois cows what do they provide? milk to fuel the proletariat!
9.
twilight sings in violent dreams paved in green an asylum from the city flagrant breeze rustles five foot trees fed by sidewalk streams it's heaven in the suburbs Miss Martin waits by her picket gate in her high heel shoes and v-neck sweater when the milkman comes she licks her gun and the silence numbs it's heaven in the suburbs coffee bars and shiny cars parked in all the handicapped spaces silver maples turn into golden urns when the skyline burns it's heaven in the suburbs
10.
05:42
if you need a friend don't look to a stranger you know in the end gonna always be there and when you're in doubt and when you're in danger take a look all around and I'll be there I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be but if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me I promise you when your day is through and so is your temper you know what to do gonna always be there sometimes if I shout it's not what's intended these words just come out with no cross to bear I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be but if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me I promise you I promise you I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be and if I had to walk the world would that make you fall for me? I promise you I promise you I will

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released June 21, 2018

arranged, performed and produced by:
Allen Coté
Jeff Brueggeman
Nathan Kilen

with:
B~Free
Heidi Spencer
John Patek
Kat Wodtke
Lisa Ridgely
Pizza Slice
Willa Moon Coté

written by Allen Coté

"The Promise" written by Clive Farrington, Michael Floreale, and Andrew Mann

mastered by Justin Perkins at Mystery Room Mastering

artwork by Sue Lawton

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