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Venus and the Cat

by Son of Bitch

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1.
Evil Mind 02:38
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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)  
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Overnight 02:03
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
9.
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
10.
Evil Bastard 01:53
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
11.
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
12.
Évariste 03:17
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
13.
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
14.
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

credits

released December 20, 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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Since 2012, Son of Bitch has been creating, covering, and performing live music in back alleys, dive bars, hipster restaurants, and living rooms. Oh and big fancy venues, too. With an appetite for booze and fast tunes, what's not to love about Son of Bitch? ... more

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