Hoots & Hellmouth

Holy Open Secret
1
Want on Nothing
2
Home in a Boxcar
3
The Good I Know You Know
4
Abattoir Altar Boy and Girl
5
Two Hearts, a Snake and a Concubine
6
Home for Supper
7
Rattle These Bones
8
Forks and Knives
9
Backwoods Don't Lie
10
This Hand is a Mighty Hand
11
West of Where the Sun Goes Down

Produced by Brian Mctear and Hoots & Hellmouth

Labels: MAD Dragon Records

Release Date: April 24, 2007

Want on Nothing

If you wanna want on something, want on nothing
Cuz something’s always bound to come along
If you wanna want on something, want on nothing at all
Not a sight, not a sound

You say “be still,” but you know that’s hard
“Be alone,” but I got friends out in the yard
And they wanna play with me
Some wanna stay with me
And I think one or two might even wanna lay with me

But I ain’t got no room in my bed
No, I ain’t got no room in my head
I ain’t got no room, think I mighta spoke a little but too soon
Cuz I ain’t got no room in my bed

It’s all full up with nothing, nothing at all

Home in a Boxcar

That’s me in the photograph looking off to the left
While the other ones laugh at something that someone said
But I didn’t hear that…
I left my mind in a boxcar, skipping rails in the train yard
Escaping the long arm and the call of home sweet home
But I haven’t gone that far…not that far yet

But every lonesome traveler knows
If he wants to go home, he can
If only in a dream, yes he can

I feel good in my new shoes with laces that aren’t too loose
But not so tight that I can’t take ‘em off for a swim in the moonlight
I’ll grow some roots when the sun’s down
Find a peace in a strange town, don’t ask me how
I know this map like that back of my hand
And this train is glory bound

But every lonesome traveler knows
If he wants to go home, he can
If only in a dream, yes he can
Wake up to find he’s asleep

Sometime a train gonna wake him up…

But every lonesome traveler knows
If he wants to go home, he can
If only in a dream, yes he can
Wake up to find he’s at home in a boxcar

The Good i Know You Know

The city is lost in all its angles
The streets are all a tangled mess of endless self-restriction
In carving out a negative space they left a blank where you should put your face
And tell ‘em all about the good that I know you know

In your eyes, the good I know you know
In your mouth, the good I know you know

It’s the good I know you know
Buried deep inside your soul
Or wherever you keep those kinds of things
Wherever you keep that song you like to sing

The country air is a refined thing
Like the gentle sway of an old porch swing
Where generations have passed one by one
Slow is sweet, lest it’s worse for the wear
I know that sometimes change is a cross to bear
But I can see it in your wrinkled stare, the good I know you know

In your eyes, the good I know you know
In your ears, the good I know you know

It’s the good I know you know
Buried deep inside your soul
Or wherever you keep those kinds of things
Wherever you keep that song you like to sing

La, la…

So carve yourself some negative space
And fill that void with your precious face
And tell ‘em all about the good that I know you know

Abattoir Altar Boy and Girl

Sugarbabe, Honeybee
Jelly Roll, My Sweetpea
Other names, they guess at who you be
So just taste and see it is good
Taste and see it is good

Holy morning, child of G-d
Just returning from the land of nod
Just returning from where we’ve been
With a taste of sin and back again
I’ve got you on your back again

Son and daughter, lambs for the slaughter
Abattoir altar boy and girl

Little stain on bended knee
Little pain for the ecstasy
Little flesh hanging down from that tree
Taste and see it is good
Taste and see it is good

Son and daughter, lambs for the slaughter
Abattoir altar boy and girl
Abattoir altar boy and girl
Son and daughter, lambs for the slaughter
Abattoir altar boy and girl

Two Hearts, a Snake and a Concubine

Home For Supper

Home For Supper

Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son?
Mama call me home for supper when it’s done

Gather round the table Midwestern middle children
Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along
Cuz that church choir’s singing with the force of a nor’easter
And it’s a great harmonious song

Servant…

Seated on the left side just as seated on the right
With a great cornucopia in between
While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes
Lest another covet what you have seen

Servant…

When mouths are hungry, they’re singing from their stomachs
When eyes are red, they’re singing from their toes
When lips are pursed the kissin’s sure enough a sweet thing
Lest that puckering is evidence that something’s bout to blow

Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness
Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along
Cuz that church choir’s a singin’ with the force of a nor’easter
And it’s a great harmonious song

Servant…

Rattle These Bones

Forks and Knives

If constantly comparing you to me means anything at all
I’d be surprised
If I could look above the place I’ve put you in my mind
Well, it won’t be with these eyes

So, I’m taking forks and knives
And other objects I can find
And I’ll poke my eyes out

If constancy if currency in this land of la, la, la
I’m broke as shit
I’m bankrupt and I’m corrupt, but it never seems to disrupt this fantasy
I’m much poorer than I’ll admit

So, I’m taking forks and knives
And other objects I can find
And I’ll poke my eyes out
To leave hollow holes
To prove how empty I can be
I’ll poke my eyes out

If ever I should lend my voice to something you might hear
It would tell you
That if I had my choice I’d be the voice of someone somewhere long ago
And oh…

So, I’m taking forks and knives
And other objects I can find
And I’ll poke my eyes out
To leave hollow holes
To prove how empty I can be
I’ll poke my eyes out

Backwoods Don't Lie

This Hand is a Mighty Hand

He came up from the southland, bible in his hand
He came up with a rattlesnake shake kissin’ babies he could fit in the palm of his hand
And this hand, it was a mighty, mighty hand
This hand, it was a mighty, mighty hand
Don’t let his mighty hand crush you
(this hand was a mighty, mighty…)

He came up with words like fire burnin’ bright in the midnight hour
He came up on the back of a beauty, on a death black beauty in that midnight hour
And this hour, it was a mighty, mighy power
This hour, it was a mighty, mighty power
Don’t let his mighty, mighty hand crush you
(this hand was a mighty, mighty…)

The devil is close
The devil is close behind…you!

He came up with words of angels over rhythms from the depths of hell
He came up with the world in his hands, in his mighty, mighty….
And this hand, it was a mighty, mighty hand
This hand, it was a mighty, mighty hand
Don’t let his mighty hand crush you
(this hand was a mighty, mighty…)

West of Where the Sun Goes Down

To cause to cease; to unbe
Raveling the gavel from the hands that judge the free
Leveling the moment between now and destiny
West of where the sun goes down

To cause to cease, to unbe
Troubling the waters from below the still and deep
Doubling the half-assed times I prayed my soul to keep
East of where it comes back round

West of where the sun goes down
Far below the deep
East of where it comes back round
Pray my soul to keep

To cause to cease, to unbe
And be again
West of where the sun goes down
East of where it comes back round
West of where the sun goes down
East of where it comes back round

West of…