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Live at Pyramid Atlantic (EP)

by American Sinner

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Gold (Live) 04:00
Probably not born smart, if you think that you were born lucky Pain or fortune, such is risk But gold is always near And the big wheels keep on spinning You’re figuring someone’s got to win They all laughed when you rode into town backwards on a mule2 They sent you home penniless For the love of God, for the taste of whiskey Those hungers they’ll…they’ll do you in Now your luck's as dry as those antelope skulls2 Kissed by Sands3, then forgot For the love of gold… 1. I thought they put Jesus on a mule backwards and drove him into town. I’m frustrated that I can’t find this image of ridicule (again) in my bibles. 2. Antelopes are not native to the United States, but we could really use some. 3. The Sands Hotel was an historic Las Vegas Hotel & Casino that operated from 1952 to 1996. -Nic
I shook all night, my mind aching with hurt pride As real as ghosts, as real as you or me I’ll keep the story simple, the truth is more complicated I’m haunted by you, you’ve never been, you can’t be Last night I read your letters light with your perfume Your soft voice always drove kind nails in me All the sheets are hovering but then I can’t be certain I’m haunted by you; you’ve never been; you can’t be Last night I searched the photographs for a memory I spent the evening clinging to your ghost I shook all night, my mind aching with hurt pride You’re a thousand miles away from me Down here, the snow is falling. Do you even sense I miss you? I’m haunted by you…
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There ain't no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father Said he'd meet me when I come I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home. I know dark clouds gonna gather around me I know my way be rough and steep These beautiful fields lie just before me Where god's redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to see my loved ones Gone before me one by one I'll soon be free these earthly trials This body resting in your church yard I'll drop this cross of self-denial And I’ll go singing home to god I'm going there to see my savior To dwell with him no more to roam
483 (Live) 04:37
I awoke from the dark dreaming of you again Slipped through the hollow between current and air I was thinking of you, but you're not here I try to find your face, but it’s never near enough I don’t glow bright enough to leave I only meant to say hello, I know how it must seem Along the Ridges, detailed in iron and stone I fade in and out, fired filament bones1 People and places with good souls Must taste better.. to the demon folk We were in love in the quiet in the dark With your hands and your eyes you took me apart Maybe you remember me? Backbone of sticks and stones, numbers god only knows Fractured family pride? An island cast aside A lettered board2 calls out, I lack the strength of hand A crowd of ravens3 pick through glass and sand 1. Fired filaments, as in old flash camera bulbs. 2. You may know this as a Ouija board. The ghost can’t remember or perhaps never knew the word. 3. A group of ravens are called an ‘unkindness’ or a ‘conspiracy.’
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 Creeping 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


Recorded live at the Island of the Dolls CD release party, Pyramid Atlantic, Silver Spring, Maryland, November 22, 2014.

Be sure to check out Island of the Dolls where the majority of these songs came from. americansinner.bandcamp.com/album/island-of-the-dolls-2


released January 1, 2015

Scott Sinner - Guitar, accordion, lead vocals
Plug Ug Lee - Drums, vocals
Nic Lavalier - Bass, keys, vocals


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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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