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Nicrophorus Americanus

by Coffin Salesman

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1.
The Watchmaker Springs and wheels and tiny screws There’s always so much you can lose Some things aren’t yours to choose Springs and wheels and tiny screws Dials hands and little pins Patience is a virtue but waiting around here is a sin You take your pride as the gears spin Dials hands and little pins And your bath it starts to drip While the second the hand still clicks You only ever had one wish And it didn’t go like this A little rust but it still winds It hurts to think about those old lives Debts unpaid and buried wives A little rust but it still winds Now broken glass covers your face Some things you just cannot replace The months and years and moments waste Now broken glass covers your face And your bath it starts to drip While the second the hand still clicks You only ever had one wish And it didn’t go like this They say you can’t live with your regrets Is it too late to take that bet?
2.
Say you got nothing of your own, burn that history to the bone. It’s a lousy chorus that I’ve heard a million times before. Spare me the hyperbole, the similes in your melodies, another useless metaphor won’t pick your ass up off the floor. And yeah I feel sorrier for you, hit the bottom, you just fell through. Now you kick and kick, drag and drag, while waiting for a heart attack. And everyday it’s all the same, a brand new coat on the same old game, nickel and dime they do it all the time, and I know you’re tired of waiting in line. So you better call up the medicine man, better have that fun while you still can. These days the truth is cheap but hard to sell. And all your happy everafters, I just pray that you die fist. You and all the lies sell. Drowning in the wishing well. Now praise the lord and pass the speed whatever kind of religion you need. Because up on stage you pay to bleed, at least not for the likes of you. And all your values are bought and sold, all your heroes are growing old. With arthritis in your rebel fist, you whine and you cry like a dirty little son of a bitch. FUCK THE ARTIST AND FUCK THE ART. GODDAMN WHY DO I EVEN START. IF IT’S A RACE FIRST YOU GOTTA PLACE AND MAN I JUST AINT IN THAT KINDA SHAPE. NOW ALL THE SINGERS WITH THEIR EYES ALL WIDE HAVE SCARS ON THEIR ARMS LIKE A BADGE OF PRIDE AND IT KIND OF MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANNA DIE BUT YOU GO AND TELL EVERYONE YOUR FINE. HAVE TWO OR THREE BEERS WHEN YOU GO TO A SHOW. THERE’S A NOOSE IN YOUR CLOSET BUT NOBODY KNOWS. THAT LONELY FEELINGS EBBS AND FLOWS AND YOU START TO FEEL LIKE IT’S TIME TO GO. BECAUSE YOUR BACK ALWAYS HURTS. YOU ALWAYS FEEL SICK. BEDROOM WALLS ARE ALL COVERED IN SHIT. AND YOU GO TO WORK AND YOUR BOSS IS A PRICK AND YOU WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN LIVING LIKE THIS. rather be dead than living like this.
3.
Sanctuary 01:58
Salvation carries me. What they take you can’t take back. Be my body and be my blood, but those dirty hands you just can’t get ‘em clean enough. Brittle bones get killed by the crutch. All the good will in the world won’t save you now. Salvation carries me. Salvation buries me. Lay down and you curse the light. All dressed up in your funeral white. Shut your mouth you’ve got nothing to fear. Guilt is like a badge of honor around here. All the thoughts you just can’t kill, and you think of your ma as you swallow that bitter pill. There are some things you just don’t get over.
4.
Funeral 02:13
Well they buried you on Monday, like a religious man would do. There were flowers in the dirt and speeches from the kids and nephews. Everyone said prayers in silence, everyone was so well dressed, but in two more weeks they'll all be down in Florida cashing checks. And they talk about when they saw you in the bed for the last time, and they laugh about how you always had that twinkle in your eye. And in the hospital, you raised your hands you like you were reaching out to god. I guess it's kind of funny how everyone called up so quick. No one cares much for the living, but god they love you when you're sick. And when they see your sister, can't even look her in the face, they just look down at their shoes and say you are in a better place, and everyone is crying loud now for the death of a bitter man. You suffer, you suffer, you suffer your whole life. And that line item's in the will, but it will never make it right. And the crooks and the lawyers and the army volunteers are all busy lighting candles for your sixty seven years. So here it is the final shove. The basking in the glory of Where you've been And what you've done But my blood It ain't like your blood. So I got a dirty secret. I've saved the worst for you. Everyone loves a martyr, but no one loves fool. So you keep on running circles in that race you'll never win. Count your pennies up for heaven but they will never let you in.
5.
They came in the cover of night and they gave all the rivers new names. Now the trash covers up these crumbling highways that cross the country like used up veins. And they’re drawing up brand new maps, and building up brand new gates. And if you make your prisons look cozy enough no one ever really dreams of escape. Now look at your skin. It’s so goddamn tragic, American lives all wrapped up in plastic. And all the punks and folk singers don’t have a damn thing to say-no dessert before dinner and no white after labor day. Now you go to work in the dark, and you come home in the same. And your muscles are growing week, and you fall asleep on the train. But steel on steel, it clashes you awake. You see your face in the glass you think it must be and a mistake, and there’s a man who’s always shouting how you need to be saved, and you used to think that he was insane. There’s a man holding an empty cup outside of a 711, and they say “you better pull up your bootstraps brother” and throw a dollar in the church collection. And there’s a billboard and it’s hanging, way up in the sky, reads “1-800-632…” if you wanna die. It’s hard to feel, feel like you ain’t shook, and at a call center in Annapolis, the phones are ringing off the hook. Now look at your skin. It’s so goddamn tragic, American lives all wrapped up in plastic. And all the punks and folk singers don’t have a damn thing to say-no dessert before dinner and no white after labor day.
6.
HERE IT IS MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: SING IT LOUND. BEFORE THE WATERS WASH AWAY THESE DIRTY SEASIDE TOWNS. I WILL BE THE BASTARD WHO WILL BLACK OUT THE SUN AND YOU CAN CALL UP A NEW MESSIAH FOR ALL THESE SUICIDAL DRUNKS. YOU CAN TAKE THIS ONE RIGHT DOWN, PUT IT RIGHT THERE ON THE WISHLIST. ALL THE LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS JUST GETTING CANCER FOR CHRISTMAS. LET IT BE KNOWN AS THE WORST THING THAT I'VE DONE AND THEY THAT HATE WILL KILL YOU AND I REALLY HOPE IT DOES WHERE'S THE ARCHITECT OF ALL THESE MISERY MACHINES HE'S GOT ONE FINGER ON THE SWITCH THE OTHER NINE STUCK IN YOUR DREAMS. AND WHAT'S THE REASON FOR THESE PILLS YOUR TAKING TWICE A DAY? ALL THEY DO IS JUST REMIND YOU THAT THE PAIN IS HERE TO STAY. I GOT THE BONES OF A CATASTROPHIST AND I'M OUTSIDE OF YOUR DOORWAY WITH A POCKETFUL OF TRICKS. AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I THINK I SEE IT CLEAR AND I JUST WANT TO MEET THE ENGINEER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I THINK I SEE IT CLEAR THERE ONLY EVER REAL WERE TWO GOOD OPTIONS SO I WILL CLOSE MY EYES AND LET THE DEVIL STEER BECAUSE I JUST WANT TO MEET THE ENGINEER
7.
Against God 06:11
Wring out your hands until your skin starts to crack. Drain your blood blisters, get leeches to suck out the black. All your life you've been wearing that sharp crown of thorns and that guilt has been weighing you down since the day you were born. But all that suffering, never made you a king. All those dimes to the Salvation Army never saved anything. But you still walk around, put that stick in the mud, with that cross on your arm and that depression in your blood and i know it's like the game was fixed before you even arrived. So you try to numb the pain. Take a number and pass the blame. It's what they call survival these days. You better get on your knees... We never really quit, but we never really get better. You stick your hands in the dirt and that stink will stay with you forever. All the things that I love are all the things that I doubt, all the things I can't stand I just can't live without. Is that anchor, keeping you in place or just dragging you down? I don't get on my knees. I don't pray for redemption. If there is a god. I stand against him.
8.
They say the end is coming. It could be here any day. And all the main street preachers are saying that you're better off this way. But there's more than one ways or two to skin a rat, they keep running all around with rap-pap-pap, and it's hard to believe that knife in your back and I know it happens so fast. Are you read for the way back down? If you got friends you need 'em now. It would be a shame dying without a sound. See that face in the mirror, baby? You ain't looking like you. That cracking alabaster is so easy to see through. Now they're rolling around like pigs in the pen and they smoke 'til their eyes are all bloody and red. Because it's so much worse than the prophets said and you cry when it happens again. And it's one, the fun, the barrel of a gun. Spitshine the throne for the prodigal son. And it's two, the few, they're fucking with you. Captain sinks the ship with the whole damn crew. And it's three. For me. A knife to the dream. And a bullet through the eyes of the homecoming queen. But no around here seems to I know what I mean. No around here seems to know what I mean.
9.
Lost Dogs 05:46
Sharks can always tell when there's blood in the water. Around here they don't really care, no difference between mothers and daughters. And you're starting to feel like a lamb at the slaughter. And the more that you tread, the more it only gets harder. And the working crowd sweats through cotton and polyester, and you're holding tight for the day when things will get better. And you cling tight to your hope, like a guilty man clings to his rope, and you crawl right up to the finish line, but your lungs collapse and you choke. I guess that the worst part is being so damn close. Now he spits his black tobacco through his black teeth. And he laughs in your face everytime you walk down the street, and he's making a list of all your mistakes, better swallow your pride or it's the first thing that they will take. Now they all lineup to place their bets. While she lays and waits in the hospital bed. And they see it in your eyes, know you'll see it through to the end. And they all lineup and place their bets. Now the nurses are saying there's nothing that they can do. And it's a cold wind always following you...
10.
There's no need to cry Once the hammer hits the bone There are somethings in this world You gonna need to do on your own And the doctor he comes with a sly little smile and says "Son, it's all just a flick of the wrist" And you try to ignore the phantom pain But the morphine don't do shit And now you'll never get to wear the holy crown And you'll spend the rest of your life just looking down But the rain falls hard the losing kind/ You fall to your knees but they pay no mind The fraying ends of the ties that bind Better kill the pain now. Before it dies Now your mother sits in her cold apartment She don't know how she's gonna pay the rent All that money you earned down the tracks. By now it's long been spent And you swear you got everything you need Down by the liquor store And you're praying so tight for that day You won't feel this way anymore And you're cursing god for your broken calibration While you're standing outside the grand union station But the rain falls hard the losing kind/ You fall to your knees but they pay no mind The fraying ends of the ties that bind Better kill the pain now. Before it dies Now you keep your head down while you walk down these roads there's a flicker round here But that debt collector he knows yeah that motherfucker walks around with your pride like a dog on a leash. And you beg everyday in the street but you get no relief. Now moms with their kids they try not to stare and they walk right on by like you ain't even there. And it hurts so bad to be so unprepared, boy running wild or just running scared. And the weight falls the hardest on the tall Must hurt so bad to feel so small But that grief in your prodigal mind These criminal hands and they're criminals minds You can take it way down the line What they promised to you they just lied Now the end of the day is coming in close And you're walking around like a homecoming ghost Thinking of paths you shouldn't of chose Booze on your breath and burnholes in your clothes Now all through the night, you crawl and you creep Trying to find a good place to sleep And you pray but you never rise Call them up and say goodbye Yeah for all this wasted Close your eyes and say goodnight Close your eyes and say goodnight They always say to enjoy the ride before you go Just don't let the bad blood show
11.
We get up in the night, can't remember our names. We've been down in the basement ain't seen sunlight in days, and I know you've been trying, trying so hard. Got new tattoos to cover your surgical scars. But it always gets cold in rooms like these and you can't feel a thing in your extremities, and the trash overflows, the smell makes you sick, and the old men around here ain't even got a bucket to kick. Now you got a crucifix you hanging over your bed, and a wall full of photos of people who've left. Some in the gutter, some in the grave, some you can't even remember their names. And where you've been? Everyone wants to know. Been six whole months since you picked up the phone. You say you got lost, can't remember quite where. The only thing you remember is when you came up for air. And it's here at the scene of the creme, way back down where all your serenity dies. Your back to the wall, they tell you to climb and the pain will subside, all in due time. Now there's a house on the edge of this town, where all the blood brothers are fixing to drown. Stupid teenagers with cheap little blades, can't even hurt themselves the right the ways. And their blood turns from blue, to red, to rust. You lose everything if you live long enough. You shake while you wait for the doorbell to ring and you pray for the day that you won't feel a thing. It's here at the scene of the crime, put all of those bad thoughts right out of your mind, a better man would've just saw the signs and it would all work out fine... I used to believe that line.
12.
Rubber bands tied to our fingers. Don't forget to pull the trigger. Who forgives the damage that we've done? There's cracks in all the plaster, there's rodents in the rafters Who forgives the damage that we've done There's no one to forgive all the broken ones. So you throw it to the embers, it ain't worth it to remember. You know better than trying to run. You try to keep your faith but it's a mighty heavy weight And those songs always get caught up in your lungs. So keep this under cover, we ain't like all the others. I made a pact and sealed with my blood. Take the blame for the damage, when it gets too much to manage. At least we can say we got out while we're young. But there's no one to forgive all the broken ones.

credits

released November 2, 2018

Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Will Holland at Chillhouse Studios in Charlestown MA during the Spring and Summer of 2018.

Cover art by Flesh & Bone Design
www.fleshandbonedesign.com

On this recording, Coffin Salesman is:

Ken Bousquet-Drums and Percussion
Ryan Coomey-Guitar
Chandler Cross-Backup Vocals
Chris Jackson-Bass
Kirk Lau-Piano, Synth, Organ
Aria Rad-Vocals, Guitar, Piano
Ethan Rubin-Fiddle and Violin

All songs by Aria Rad 2018

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