Venus and the Cat

by Son of Bitch

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credits

released 20 December 2013

Son of Bitch is:
Christopher Seymore: Lead Vocals, guitar, baritone ukulele
The Patrolman: Bass, electric guitar, back up vocals, organ
Gavin St. John: Organ, mandolin, baritone ukulele, djembe, accordion, back up vocals, xylophone
Valeria Pinchuk: Accordion, saw, vocal harmony
Max Ward: Banjo, fiddle, baritone ukulele, electric guitar, back up vocals

Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Lyrics for "Evil Mind" by Christopher Seymore and Herman Bauer
Music by Son of Bitch

Sound Engineering: Johnny Davidson, Plum Sound Studios, Sharon, PA (facebook.com/PlumSoundStudio)

Mixing & Mastering: Johnny Davidson, Christopher Seymore, and special thanks to Rob Gray
Produced by Christopher Seymore and Johnny Davidson

First and foremost we want to thank our friends and family. You know who you are, and if you don't, just ask us. 100% of the time we will tell you that this is for you and by you. We want to thank those who bought us our first instruments and the individuals who persuaded us to operate them. To the musicians who early on assaulted/awakened/made love to our senses and infected us with the gift of purpose, thank you. To all of our former band mates, for the small victories and sobering yet apathetic failures, thanks. For the people who came out to our first open mic nights (some of you still come to gigs, some of you book us for gigs) many thanks. To all the people that put $20 bills in our case when we were busking, you have no idea how far that shit goes and what it means. All the bands we have played with along the way, like our friends and family, you know who you are, we can't express our gratitude. To the party of people that showed up at our first recording session for this album; that was fucked up, and no way to record an album, and we'll take it. We specifically want to thank our engineer Johnny for his zen patience while putting up with our unreasonable demands, you're a fucking legend, mate. And to anyone who will listen to this album and consider themselves a fan afterwards, thank you.

-Son of Bitch, 2013.

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Track Name: Evil Mind
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore and Herman Bauer
Music by Son of Bitch

Evil Mind

You presume I waited all my life for you
Yeah that’s the way it seems
The only thing I’ve been waiting on
Is an end to suit my means

Don’t blame it on yourself now darling
That’s just how this plays out
You can wear that heart upon your sleeve girl
Or maybe just figure it out

All those demons stuck inside your head
They keep you up at night,
And all those pills you go and take now girl
Can’t erase them from your mind

Don’t blame it on yourself now darling
That’s just how this plays out
You can wear that cross upon your back girl
Or maybe just figure it out
Track Name: The Greenfield Strangler
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

The Greenfield Strangler

It’s goin’ off like firecrackers held inside my hand
My fingers pop like balloons on your cheaply rented lawn
And I can still feel your breath creepin’ up my neck
It’s that deep darkness that won’t let you forget

Your face lines the shelves of all my wicked thoughts
It’s creeping down the hallways, kicking over bottles
It’s like a phantom pain from a severed limb
Just that deep darkness that’s drawing me in

Oh oh, it’s like slow burning whiskey
Oh oh, only good when it’s gone

Just some resin scraped from the bowl
The ghost of something good that’s already used
This bottle kisses me girl but I wished it was you
Just that deep darkness that clings to me like glue

Know why did it, why you had to leave
You had to get free from its spindle iron grip
But that Greenfield Strangler, it’s not done with me yet
It’s that deep darkness that starts to feel like a friend

Oh oh, it’s like slow burning whiskey
Oh oh, only good when it’s gone
Track Name: Magic Theatre
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Magic Theatre

Oh for wicked name
For the evil in all things
I know just what I am
I’m half wolf, the other half man

If you’d only laid this body down
If I’d only laid this body down

You’re cryin’ out as if someone will hear you scream
You think it’s crazy, naw it’s just insane
The taste of nickels fresh let from the vain
Is this the appetite you thought that you could taste
Come on darlin’ don’t you understand I ain’t no kind of man

Mad with lust and spite
Each creature to its on kind
Joy so deep and strong
As flesh separates from bone

If you’d only laid this body down
If I’d only laid this body down
Track Name: Up Like Fire, Out Like Flame
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Up Like Fire, Out Like Flame

Well it’s up like a fire and out like a flame
Oh that Holy Ghost just a callin’ out your name
Well it’s up like a bottle and down like shame
All that sweet corn liquor coursin’ through my veins
Well it’s up like a noose and down like the grave
Come on raise them glasses, let’s hear you say

Woah oh woah oh woah oh woah oh, yeah e yeah e yeah (x2)

Well it’s sweet like molasses and clean like pain
A half beat dog just a pullin’ at that chain
Well iy’s up like a bottle and down like shame
All those chemicals eatin’ holes in your brain
Well it’s in like Able and out like Cain
Come on raise them glasses, now fuckin’ say it y’all

Woah oh woah oh woah oh woah oh, yeah e yeah e yeah (x4)

Track Name: Who is Antonio...
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Who is Antonio…

You grew up on that Greene County line
right in the house next to mine
been lovin’ since we was kids,
All that shit that ain’t been said
and all that stuff ramblin’ through my head
it’s killin’ me,
It ain’t the pretty things but
fucked up that get me


We won’t even together back then
your momma let you move back in
cause you said that we was through
It ain’t the right now but
the back then that fucks you

I didn’t mean to go and piss you off like I did
Oh honey don’t you remember we was mother fuckin’ kids
Ain’t no need in lyin’ girl, your down in Alabama just tryin’ to save yourself
Oh honey don’t it hurt you how we fell

All them things that you creep and hide
tryin’ to keep your love alive
I guess I was born to hurt you
How was I to know he was mine
We only did it a couple of times
I never loved her baby it’s true
It ain’t the fake things but
The real ones that fuck you

I didn’t mean to go and piss you off like I did
Oh honey don’t you remember we was mother fuckin’ kids
Ain’t no need in lyin’ girl, your down in Mississippi tryin’ to save yourself
Oh honey don’t it hurt you how we fell

I didn’t mean to go and piss you off like I did
Oh honey don’t you remember we was mother fuckin’ kids
Ain’t no need in lyin’ girl, I ain’t simply tryin’ to save myself
Oh honey don’t it hurt you how we fell
Track Name: Beg or Borrow
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Beg or Borrow

You went and did what you did
You took it to your old man
Yeah you cut him nice and slow
So you called me up
You knew I was drunk
I’d come and take care of it for you

There ain’t no shame in beg nor borrow
You take just what you need girl
And all those bitter pills we swallow
to be with the ones we want to be with

So I took the jigsaw to him and
Dumped both of them up off Coleridge Nursery Road
Go ahead and pack them bags
we got get out fast
head on up to Buffalo

There ain’t no shame in beg nor borrow
You take just what you need girl
And all those bitter pills we swallow
to be with the ones we want to be with

la la la la la la
Track Name: Don't Smile at the Chimps
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Don’t Smile at the Chimps

I showed up at that station,
in that fool hat you like to see
My fresh country ears all cropped and left to bleed
You were sittin’ by the platform,
you were all strung-out on pills
So I kissed you so soft and sweet like a tangerine

If you can’t let me stay, then let me go
Nothin’ left to hold to except control

I know just where this ends up,
my fingers wrapped round your neck
So soft and so smooth, so like to go and break

If you can’t let me stay, then let me go
Nothin’ left to hold to except control
Track Name: Overnight
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Overnight

Porcelain, crushed and nicely glued
He fucked you up girl, don’t let him do that to you

Cause honey we could make it like the beautiful people do
When they’re young, when they’re young

What you want, well lovers will nicely suit
So what if we end up where we thought we would

Cause honey we could make it like the beautiful people do
And would it be so bad if it were left to me and you
It don’t last forever girl, it’s only what you do
When your young, when your young
Track Name: House Cricket
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

House Cricket

How’s yours doin’, it seems mine burned down
It’s cold out here at night in Texas without you bein’ ‘round
I hear your out west doin’ what you always wanted
Oh girl we could have had it if we only wanted to

If you’re down in Austin, honey send me a sign
Call me up and say you’re doin’ just fine
I pour another cold one, I turn the radio on
Oh lord, it’s so sad and sweet and cold and all alone
Oh man, I’m so fucked up

Down in Carolina, just scratchin’ out a livin’
And all these double shifts girl, well they got me to feelin’ that
If you’re Down East, honey don’t you be a stranger
There’s always a couch you can sleep on tonight

If you’re up in Ashville, honey send me a sign
Call me up and say you’re doin’ alright
I pour another stiff one, I turn the radio on
Oh lord, it’s so sad and sweet and cold and all alone
Oh man, I’m so fucked up
Track Name: Evil Bastard
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Evil Bastard

I can see you standin’ there you revenuer man
I don’t need no help from you are your government
My granddaddy built this still with his own hands
Come one step closer, I’ll drop you where you stand

You didn’t have to be such an evil bastard
Take what you will sir, reach for the hip reach for the hip

You take the food from my starvin’ lips
You take the gold from my children’s cold dead hands
I don’t need you to tell me what I do with my land
You can go and fuck yourself Uncle Sam

You didn’t have to be such an evil bastard
Take what you will sir, reach for the hip reach for the hip
Track Name: Shallow Grave
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Shallow Grave

Drivin’ to Wheeling on a half tank of gas
Ain’t gonna bring your baby back
Playin’ everything you tried to save
Prayin’ lord she don’t slip away

Oh oh it’s just life in the holler
Oh oh strechin’ every dollar
Drinkin’ our days away
Sleepin’ in a little shallow grave

Put it all on that pretty little nose
Of that pony you love the most
Knowing that it’s ten to one
She won’t be there when you get home

Oh oh it’s just life in the holler
Oh oh strechin’ every dollar
Drinkin’ our days away
Sleepin’ in a little shallow grave

Drivin’ just as fast as you can
With that money fresh in your hand
When you get there she left you a note
Sorry baby, but I had to go

Oh oh it’s just life in the holler
Oh oh strechin’ every dollar
Drinkin’ our days away
Sleepin’ in a little shallow grave
Track Name: Évariste
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Évariste

Laid in a pine box all knotted and clean
They put my papa for his noble deeds
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down

Now I know what I must go do
I must die so brave, I must die so true
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down, down, down

I ride out to meet him with my gun and my smile
Sing hallelujah, it’s my time now, it’s my time now
I’ll not go untouched girl for I wish to die a man, oh yes
I ride out to meet him with my gun now and my smile

Pearl handeled Peace Maker strapped to my side
Oh in the mornin’ I saddle and ride
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down

Come on now darlin’ make me understand
Don’t my to bits go and make me a man
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down, down, down

I ride out to meet him with my gun and my smile
Sing hallelujah, it’s my time now, it’s my time now
I’ll not go untouched girl for I wish to die a man, oh yes
I ride out to meet him with my gun now and my smile
Track Name: Drunken Ramblings
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

Drunken Ramblings

We set out this morning, we set out on the road
We thought we’d grab a bottle and maybe find the Lord
I don’t know if I’ll pass again this way
So I kissed my friends and said have a good day

Oh my God can you hear that sound
As the angels sing their song
Another lost little sheep has now come home

Well we just sat around and we smoked a lot of pot
We figured if we got high, we’d figure out just what
Everyone was waiting on and what we all would want
And I said that Jesus must of smoked a goddamn lot

Oh my God can you hear that sound
As the angels sing their song
Another lost little sheep has now come home

So buy me a bottle of whiskey tonight, we all can drink until we die
We’ll make like old Dylan Thomas did on that New York City sidewalk
Thirteen shots is a long road ahead, but it’ll bring us home again
Oh maybe we’ll all go home

Well we just sat around and thought a lot of thoughts
And we just drank and drank until we couldn’t talk
Maybe that’s okay with you and maybe it all ain’t
But Jesus and Jack Daniels, well to me they’re both the same

Oh my God can you hear that sound
As the angels sing their song
Another lost little sheep has now come home

So buy me a bottle of whiskey tonight, we all can drink until we die
We’ll make like old Dylan Thomas did on that New York City sidewalk
Thirteen shots is a long road ahead, but it’ll bring us home again
Oh maybe we’ll all go home, yeah home
Home we’ll go
Track Name: A Note, A Bottle
Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch

A Note, A Bottle

It says I hope you’re happy, I’m sure you’ll be fine
It says I left you a bottle, to help you pass the time
It says no need to worry, yeah there ain’t need to call
We probably shouldn’t talk now, ain’t no need to go and make this hard

So I pour a shot of whiskey,
for all them things I done,
Honey what went wrong

So I’m packin’ up my things, gonna hit that interstate
That bottle you left was empty, so I got another on the way
Headed back down south, back to Tennessee
Where you were still pretty and I was still happy

So I pour a shot of whiskey,
for all them things I done,
Honey what went wrong