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José Arcadio is Dead

by American Sinner

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Temptation 03:33
Temptation (S. Sinner) I seen your pumpkin smile Soon the top will fall in from the heat And the blood will run down through1 those razor sharp trick or treats You see the clouds in our eyes think we're dazed Well its more like a calm yeah, a prophecy of storm And when the blood runs down you will have been forewarned I see your slow starvation ways My temptation to turn you inside out Expose your Lincoln log jam bones as the blood runs down I seen your shape shifting ways You go on and anoint yourself now The devil in the lamb's clothes as the blood runs down With the lead in our veins Colosseum shadows on the schools in decay And as the blood runs down Those (g)Nats2 buzz away. You say let eat cake My temptation to toss you in bound I say let them eat pork as the blood runs down Footnotes 1 This song references a scene in 100 Years of Solitude where José Arcadio kills himself, the blood runs from his head, across town, to his mother's feet. 2 Short for the Washington Nationals. A sports team. The song is in part about eminent domain actions in the early 2000s in Washington, D.C.
Bones 03:49
Bones (S. Sinner) Momma tried now beside my coma bed she looms With her chapter colon verses she fills up the room Such a crooked sad path that I now embrace the truth As I try to beep the heart machine Morris3 [sic] out the truth. That there's a closet full of bones And a bag of clothes in the shed I'd confess the lives I stole But for I'm no living dead My last pick was poor had no idea she could fight In accord of plan so far from sound and sight With my favorite ball-peen she got me in the head 10 to 1 ain't bad but I never woke again Footnote 3 Samuel Morse developed the original form of texting. The narrator here hasn’t read his Bible or much else.
Center of the World (S. Sinner) I haven't slept in days and my stomach feels like a shrunken head controlling me I can barely see, these cloud veiled stars only left to light my way And when I wake I'll have even less idea just where I am But that's the plan. Not going anywhere at all The only place I'm going is away Creeping4 away from the center of the world Cause I can't stay and watch it all implode You can say what you want about the fight or flight I tried but my blood has boiled close to boiling dry As for that Jesus, he will forgive you I'm sure cause that is his way And I will someday, when these clouds of steam have washed out my eyes But its not wise, not right now for me to stay So I'll fade away, I'll slip away. Its the only way I'm sure we'll be safe Footnotes 4 Original lyric was 'Slipping away' I messed that up when recording it. -Scott
1964 03:12
1964 (N. Lavalier) True sounds of terror, torture, torment, rape5 And Christmas carols crackling from the tape His hair’s all straw and wires his eyes are dead grey O silent night played on the radio She sang along circa 1964 One mug shot turns to black an age as white as ghosts They took the babies screaming, left their bodies by the road Just give us one last scream then no more Pallbearers took away the president The murders started by the next day’s end Oh poor innocents stalked by Jim Idiot Chain-smoking they’re off in a Tudor Ford With treasured photos from the last world war Stopped lay-by down by Saddleworth They took the babies screaming, left their bodies by the road Just give us one last scream then no more Footnote 5 See generally, the 'Moors' murders.
Mask of the Red Death (S. Sinner) The light lurid through the stained glass6 Shines on each of 7 chambers We waltz like puppets to the fiddle And pause a moment when the great clock chimes Some wine will drown a froggy throat Inside safe we think behind theses gates Too much like a coffin for my tastes Oh well...pour me some wine Then one mask, you could almost feel its gaze Uncouth even by the standards of the day Like dried skin pulled over a skull And it would not heed the commands of our master And so he gave chase with a drawn knife in hand To the red western room he followed the unknown man Just a scream as he turned around And our master lay broken red-faced on the ground They tore off his red mask they tore off his clothes And we stood there aghast at the nothing exposed And we fell one by one with the clock's second hand It only stopped with the last standing man Footnote 6 Based on an Edgar Allan Poe story.
Ring the alarms (N. Lavalier) Fire claiming all in sight7 The strong the weak the crippled and the insane The wise men and the fools Ring the alarms. The devil gets the best tunes. What is left here to defend Fury’s being fed again but on what Reduces to cinders Ring the death bell. The devil gets the best tunes. 451 degrees. It won’t stop til it sees the death of me Get everyone, get everyone. Sort the simple from the hard Playing on the devil’s cards you can’t win But thank you for playing Now step to the bow. The devil gets the best tunes. Chicago London and NY Never burned so intense or so long Everyone, get everyone. What’s the point in running from Your bones will get picked over into dust, Ashes and embers Ring the alarms. The devil gets the best tunes. Footnotes 7 See generally, burning of the Contee mansion at the Oaklands. Laurel, Maryland.
Like a Clock 05:10
Like a Clock (S. Sinner) Head trip, road trip out of season Fear on rolling into town Lines on the highway pull me onward These lines of thinking draw me down Another hung over Sunday Slopped on top of those before Silence contemplates your meaning while The answers sprout up questions more and more Your heart beats like a clock In time with me awake and turning My eyes fixed on a spot To keep me from these dreams recurring And all these thoughts I cannot escape Sharpen up to run me through All your glances still haunt me now I come to think you always knew... So I built up sorrow-proof fences8 Sound proof for all but when I shout Ensnared innocent animals Before you let me out...(You never really let me out) My eyes searching all directions Try to hold on to this room Try to hold on to your image As tight as I was glued to you Footnote 8 See, Australian movie about forced aboriginal adoption 'Rabbit Proof Fence'
Peter P. Pumpkineater (S. Sinner) Lord this is Peter9 I know its been a while But I fear something horrid Has been done to my wife Sure I suspected something When them boys laughed at the saloon, When I said I got to go now My wife will be missing me soon But never did I think There was any real danger in sight, If I had I'd stayed at home more Making sure she was alright. But I haven't seen her in days I think that she went away But I'm afraid she's been stolen away, Lord please let me know that she's safe I had this terrible dream, it all went red before black And the garden i once loved is rotting in the sun, And only you know why, I can't go near that pumpkin patch. I know I must sound unhinged but I had that feeling again I feel like the garden its grown eyes Like them roots and vines are alive As if i were to get too close they'd reach and grab hold of me Pull me down to their world With their sharpened fingernail thorns Footnote 9 Take care what you teach your kids. Aside from a contortionist, most women I've dated would not fit in a pumpkin. Inappropriate kids' rhyme.
Henry Lee 03:57
I Just Burned the Lord's House Down (N. Lavalier) Bystanders sweep ash from their bloodshot eyes While they’re out gawking at a fire I won’t waste my time Leading a monkish life I just burnt the Lord’s house down Black kids10 try to bum my cigarettes Can’t they see that I’m a man of God I think of those saints Their heads skewered on a stake And I just burnt the Lord’s house down11 It’s all in the Bible, the Good News, the Bad I just burnt the Lord’s house down Well my confessional it hints of gin But that’s not much to confess I’ll drink myself stupid And find pleasure where I can And I just burnt the Lord’s house down Old habits die hard when they reach their ends I’ll never kneel and pray again Beyond good and evil Beyond all earthly laws I just burned the Lord’s house down It’s all in the Bible, the Good News, the Bad It’s all in the arms or the hips of a girl It’s better to marry than it is to burn I just burnt the Lord’s house down Footnotes 10 Yes the character in the story has some racist tendencies. American Sinner does not endorse any racist views. 11 We also don't endorse burning churches down.
Flowers 03:39
Flowers (S. Sinner) All the Flowers have died and I keep your rings in a box to hide away Like the goodbyes & all the other details slip every day Still nothing set in stone, half of us alone, the other feel that way Receipts saved or burned, we can not return our yesterdays All the nights that I tried to reconstruct what wrongs led me astray The devlish little thoughts that upon me now are so easy to file away Still nothing set in stone, half of us alone, the other feel that way Receipts saved or burned, we can not return our yesterdays The history of me thru my backward looking view appears to me As a parable of you as the photographs they too keep burning me The word that seems so cold you know you shouldn’t hold them by the tail that way They can reach around and bite, and when it comes to light best have your box tops saved


released January 16, 2010

American Sinner is: Krissy Downing (violin); Scott Sinner (accordion, guitar, lead vocals); Nic Lavalier (Bass, slide guitars, cigar box guitar, backup vocals); Prince Mike (drums)

Guest Vocals on Ring the Alarms by Willie D. McB., on Henry Lee by Kiki Troo Sinner, and on 1964 by Queen Raj.


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American Sinner is a rock n' roll stiletto switchblade dance along the edge of a knife that opens up for stabbing. They are not your run-of-the-mill musical tricksters in harlequin unitards holding bouquets of flowers behind their backs. No!...they got it all -manliness like Bowie and femininity like Tina Turner. They got it all so when these boys are randy to rock, you better let 'em. ... more

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