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company town

by painted saints

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1.
company town 05:32
company town they’ll kick you in the balls when you’re two feet tall and theres gnashing of teeth when you’re down on your knees and they’ll turn all the screws of those who refuse and they won’t give in until you’re nothing at all and the rain comes down in this god damned company town and i need to find some sleep for tonight and it hurts like hell and you never really can tell what’s once been said and what’s never been done and they’re spreading the disease take it straight to the heart and they’ll drive in the nails until you can’t move an inch paint truth on cardboard signs all answers come as lies and they’ll strip you down bare stare and laugh until dawn they’ll kick you in the balls when you’re two feet tall pour salt in the wounds pray it’s over soon
2.
contraptions and cigarettes are nececontraptions and cigarettes smoke fills up granite skies and barely my eyes hold up ten layers up to my demise hold on to your sympathies he might just pull through grass stains on skinned knees and tears in his eyes contraptions and cigarettes are necessary for our salvation and hopefully our teeth are sunk in asphalt our dimes long gone spent slice you up with paper cuts while you pay all the rent some just aint natural the way in all ends halos on angles caffeine instead vision blurred by radios dusty relics untrue paper thin skin lets the blue veins shine through my mind's made up literal this time i'm undone coffee ground grit between your teeth and knuckles worked to bone
3.
cardboard and silence saved us again this long and mighty river she must be in love again all she needed was time I ride amongst these boxcars matchsticks break in the wind cardboard and silence saved us again all she needed was time hearts and wires hollow ways cold fingertips are bleeding again hearts and wires and holy men how could we end up this way hollow fingertips made of paper mache we run along her cocaine spine to remember what it must be eyelids they might hand low sacred hearts may bleed look in her eyes she’ll be naked someday plain and you won’t be there
4.
barbed wire and tin nothing is sure nothing is certain oh how I crawled on knees twisted and burned debris of these years when we were ill how could I be this hopelessly still I meant no harm just a selfish means to want and stay my pride it bleeds in sympathy she looks at me I’ll die alone know I’ve been she’ll walk away never seen that what I seen I’ll never believe a word that’s ever been said we drench ourselves to unravel at the seems I see on eyes aged by barbed wire and tin we keep ourselves sincere to get inside their skin
5.
kerosene 05:11
kerosene lord what have I done this time when I poisoned up that well been drinking kerosene down in my cell now its time to share the wealth time to take them down made my way with my kerosene and I tilted it up and inch poured all this venom down in their tank and plagued these waters plagued these waters down I should swing for this shame with kerosene fingers I point blame my ribcage is grown mighty cold for against this earth I crawl low made my way through the brambles and thorns while the gravel pitted up my skin weeds thrash and thistles bite and I fall into the grass lord I’m walking kind of funny with the scars of last night made to breath in dirt and my vital signs is off cause I was baptized into this fate pestilence is spreading pristine waters dark this is what you made what you made me be eyes of the virgin may bleed when this sacrilege she does see these bastard are living in their peace never paid a cent for their deeds
6.
doused appleway he stretched the desert flat and read tea leaves to understand he monitored the pulse of oracles and television screens he ate apples doused with gasoline to prove them all wrong and shot open a mouth filled with razor blade teeth marble eyes see nothing but the lies thoughts choked on ozone and the seeds of dead hopes kindness and eyes full of ash he stares tongue tripped up with unclean fingertips he marveled at the hoover dam and sank all the way to the end once dusty toes and wrinkled eyes snapped shut he saw visions dead gypsy silhouettes in the silt passages he continued to breathe in the water to fill up his lungs he never said another word to anyone but himself how could they listen anymore they all know nothing grows in concrete and no one dreams in acetone
7.
miles of twine when will i see your eyes bury me in miles of twine lord of empty pocket change vandals breathe mountains of lies holy mother patron of lies when will i find out its mine oh so deep in dirt walkin dead of this earth its times like these make you pray for the disease tie me up and take me down lay me in paper and sell me out pills and bottles keep sentiments alive angry wisdom from a bottle of wine lord of empty pocket change bury me in miles of twine
8.
the volvo king of new york south houston hockey league we all learn to spit up our own teeth everything said is to be believed wax mustache smile and whine we all know when its our time sacrifice comes on our mother's dime we kicked their shins bare boots with the dust painted on been a virgin for so god damned long the volvo king of new york we ride out ride til the quarter runs out they tell us we are the great white hope float on huron and wait it all out rattlesnakes and cracks on sidewalks weeds crawl up and die as we steal our words there aint no shame in pale sunken eyes
9.
every time I smile wrong (the sopping thursday) I walk along street lights cold bellows breathe deep every time I smile wrong if only they knew the lies told were true we’d all be down on our knees heaven I pray might save us same day from all this unnecessary grace hopefully the gasps go untold crimes done long ago clouds might clear and might dissipate sopping Thursday heaven I pray might save us someday from all this unnecessary grace
10.
to answer monotone will you remember the circumstance of my demise all i never knew has become so unbearably true i was left forgotten a misery i tried not to see the sickness has turned me pale so let yourself down and try to be faithful has never been mine i'm dead to them so try to be my heart has seen better days so let yourself down and try to be

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released April 17, 2006

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