America Religious

by Caroline Rose

/
1.
2.
3.

credits

released February 1, 2012

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Caroline Rose

America Religious is a collection of stories and poetry set against a gritty landscape of Roots-inspired Rock, Americana, Folk, Gospel, and Rhythm & Blues. Caroline Rose and partner Jer Coons cover all elements from production and recording to mixing and engineering, as well as playing nearly all the instruments themselves. The album was recorded at Coons' Parkhill Studio in Burlington, Vermont. ... more

shows

contact / help

Contact Caroline Rose

Track Name: America Religious
Sun beam patches, like lightning in my vision,
stumbling trembling as a tremor
in the depths beneath the trenches
I came upon a spotted horse
the lonely dun, untethered mare
grazing yellow grass
a field of straight-back silken hair

It was then I realized with a lasso ‘round the sky
I’d follow morning so the sun it would be always on the rise
Come five days sleepless
a thousand miles behind me
I heard a voice in wind-speak and it drew my soul in silhouette!
“Atlas move along I’ve got two arms
This world won’t know which ear to stand on!”

Solo joyriding
twelve-lane highway
off-the-cuff Pagan lust

It’s a wonder I’ve got two legs to stand on
I drink myself blind uncurtailed by moderation
“Stand on me”
I’ll stand on you
For lack of something better to do

America religious
I eat slices of white privilege
processed by agri-business
(ain’t this what you’d always dreamed it’d be?)
The two-spot, dream-spot
all scattered ‘bout the table
as we plunged in ankle deep in table conversation

Meanwhile out in the distance
through the mist there rang a scream
as we all ducked our heads
we sheered our eyes
“Lord, thank you for this feast”
I think I’d like to take this time to toast myself
“Here’s to the wine!”

Keep your two cents
spare me your change
Honey around here we work for our pay

It’s a wonder I’ve got two legs to stand on
I drink myself blind uncurtailed by moderation
“Stand on me”
I’ll stand on you
Footloose disillusioned and blue
Track Name: This Is What Livin Feels Like
Strawberry lips
sippin’ on a Stoli nip
stocked up on Mohawk cigarettes
A carton to New York City
the rest a dollar a piece
pay my way on down the Natchez Trace to New Orleans

I ain’t getting any younger
I’m tired of feeling alone
I pay a smile to the prettiest sight
In my rearview the backlit city skyline

Baby, this is what livin feels like!

Coming up on Houston
I think I’ll bypass this town
Johnny’s got a spliff with my name on it
in Austin where everybody’s hip
Honey, I guess so am I
All I want’s a cowboy to lead me in some honky tonk dive

A juke joint jive like Po’ Monkey’s
through corn husks, red mud
making two lefts turns off Highway 61

Keeping this road hot until she drops
black top, in the back my finest bottle of Scotch
Top down in the valley
“Feeling Alright” on stereo
Feeling like I could dance all night

Baby, this is what livin feels like!

I fall asleep on a misty white sand beach
Wisps of cloudy hair and sun golden teeth
I feel the pulse of everything from my head down to my feet
Every heart left in the world beating within me!

Hey hi I’m in love with this life!
I flirt with Time to buy more of what’s mine
so rightfully mine
Just my little piece of the pie
Well if I’m going out then I’m going out in style
Say what you will, say what you’d like
Just another broke down beat in the heart of Big Sky

This is what livin feels like!
Track Name: Here Come The Rain
Ain’t a song in the sky
the trees they calm to a still
A whisper glides
makes its way on down the street
A fetid stench steams in curls and it sits on the curb

I heard seven trumpets calling from seven lonely hills
as I walked on toward the station to get my ticket outta here
By noontime with cars heeled and all backed up to a hilt
the midday sun began to walk the line
black clouds began to pill

Here comes the rain

All was calm when it broke
From the doorway I could hear it coming down as he spoke
Crippled man out on a crate pouring truth out of his throat
screaming, “Can’t you see it’s your own air on which you choke?”

“Yes sir but people are just passersby by trade
on our way to slave away all day the highways to our graves”
“You know the language may have differed
but the Romans said the same
Don’t you know things of this earth will become earth once again?”

Here come the rain!

I gave you love and I gave you this world
to those I gave most what do you give me in return?
Oedipus kisses mother thrice on the cheek
an eye for an eye leaves but just one eye to see

Don’t rattle its cage! Don’t toss up its sands!
Cause for things like Fate honey Time’s only dice in its hand
“How long will you simple ones love your simple ways?”
Christchurch woman screams from the turret,
“Till it’s taken away!”

Here come the rain!