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Precious Melodies Against Satan's Devices

by Brother Andy Newton

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1.
It was this Super Bowl Sunday I took a jawbone of an ass I went into the house of jackals took a deep breath of laughing gas Walking a thicket of antlers I thought I smelled somebody telling truth Then you flashed your cold war glamor And said, “We’ve been expecting you" I was fumbling through the wreckage Thought bout Jesus and his dad It was last Super Bowl Sunday The best that I ever had It was this Super Bowl Sunday “Dharma bummed" in your parlance You were my burnside companion A friend of friends of friends A man born under hunches I fought up to welterweight Though I retired in the winner’s circle Caught the Legionnaire’s disease Autopsy showed no foul play But I know something had On last Superbowl Sunday With Jesus and his dad I was fumbling through the wreckage All the coulda shoulda beens On last Superbowl Sunday Ten minutes til your death
2.
Bronx Cheer 04:50
Bronx cheer Slam into fifth gear Wrapped your hood around a cedar tree But you steered clear From hitting that deer Caught in your high beams, yeah Coast clear You wished for a beer And walked into the next five years But you steered clear From hitting that deer Caught in your high beams yeah You’re right next to the fault line Crossed the Rubicon But baby take your burdens lay 'em all down look into my... Time flies You screwed out your eyes Held me hostage in your archetype Bye bye I sent a prayer to the sky While you washed all your days down with the rye Detective came by Looking for a guy You’re shadow boxing for an alibi My my Who has to die To get some Wild Turkey here tonight? I saw all the cop cars I could hear them wail You clutched your chest and shook your fist and looked em in the eyes Nobody likes you But you're loved anyways
3.
There's a man from outer space Going 'round taking names There's a man with no face Giving marks you can't erase No, He’s not that far from me, now whoa-o There’s a man forgiving debts Takes the noose right off your head Innocent, or so it seems He can show you what that means Closer than my own skin Closer than my own kin Heart in my hands, heart in his hands And gnawing and clawing and longing to be free There's a man with no name giving marks you can't erase
4.
Are You there? It’s me I’m tired of borrowing the feeling But nothing else can move me like You do The wind, the waves, Became so hypnotizing And I’m tired of rationalizing what I do Out on the waves You’re calling me out of the boat St. Peter is sinking I might be thinking That I might too Bees buzz 'round my head Thoughts I can’t stop thinking Try to numb it drinking, with what I do One day, I know, for me, your gonna make everything all right Tell me once for tonight I have You Out on my own I could never feed the beast at home I’m so tired of trading my happiness away
5.
I like gods that tell me when I’m going off my head So hold me like You used to do all the way back when Just irradiate the vibe that’s hanging off of me I'll let it shine for You I'll let it shine for You There’s something on my face but no one’s said anything It feels kind of porous Could be a third eye or a wing I’ll try and irradiate the vibe that’s hanging off I'll let it shine for You I'll let it shine for You Take me to the Jordan Plunge me underneath Sopping wet and crying I won’t say anything Please just irradiate the vibe that’s hanging off of me
6.
Vasilisa 04:04
Vasilisa Wishes she was pretty As she mumbles off to sleep If you asked her She’d tell you every story That her babushka used to do Vasilisa Wanders through the woods Sees a house on chicken toes Baba Yaga Roams about the woods Turning a house on chicken toes Fine, she’s toes against the line You cry, "Let the leeches do their work!" She don’t care because —nothing you could say Nothing you can say can break her down oh no Nothing you could say Vasilisa Spent the last three years Dressed up in a bullfrog skin A glowing skull Illuminates the darkness When she cannot see the way Fine, she’s toes against the line You cry, "Let the leeches do their work!" She don’t care because —nothing you could say Nothing you can say can break her down oh no Nothing you could say
7.
There was a time A time outta mind When you'd take what you’d find You grabbed it by the hair Lay it down to sleep But now is the night Snuff out the light Fists up to fight It's time to feed your need To watch it bleed Maybe you're the lonely one Maybe you're the holy one Who looks across the parking lot and feels that you're the only one Maybe you're the lonely one Maybe you're the holy one who walks across a crowded room And feel that you're the only one Maybe you’re the only one Maybe you’re the lonely one Bell or a chime Garlic or thyme You thought it was fine To take what was mine And you’d use what you need To be a creep Muscles are tight Turn down the bright Who snuffed out the light? The blood and the bite You got the taste for meat Fangs out to feed Maybe you're the lonely one Maybe you're the holy one Who looks across the parking lot and feels that you're the only one Maybe you're the lonely one Maybe you're the holy one who walks across a crowded room And feel that you're the only one Maybe you’re the only one Maybe you’re the lonely one You don’t have no plan So you do what you can Raise your right hand Fight like a man But they got you finally To kill the beast
8.
Old King Saul Was a merry old soul Except when he wasn’t He’d lose control Dig that black hole Which was most of the time He called up little David said, "Get your rear end on the next bus over here," Then he gave him a guitar Send me a song Send me a song Send me a precious melody against Satan’s devices When I was small I was a happy old soul Then one day, when I wasn’t I’d lose control Dig a black hole Which was some of the time I called up little Richie said, "Get your rear end on the next bus over here," then I gave you a guitar Send me a song Send me a song Send me a precious melody against Satan’s devices When you were small You were a happy old soul, Then one day, you wasn’t You’d lose control Dig a black hole Which was some of the time You called up Brother Andy said, "Get your rear end on the next bus over here," Then you gave me a guitar Send me a song Send me a song Send me a precious melody against Satan’s devices
9.
You can talk about Him like He's not in the room Yeah you bet He heard that Yeah He heard what you said Yeah He's looking at you You might not think He bites back Losing pulse losing beat Can you find the vein? You can twitch You can jerk in the vaseline You can run you can run but you can’t— but He’s gunning for you Thinking it over and over oh yeah Thinking it over and over oh yeah You think it over now And then you tell me how You walk around like a natural disaster Thinking it over and over oh yeah I think you take Him like He’s somebody’s fool He put me on my back I heard what you said, He could do it to you Make your truce with the facts Losing pulse losing beat Can you find the vein? You can twitch You can jerk in the vaseline You can run you can run but you can’t— but He’s gunning for you Thinking it over and over oh yeah Thinking it over and over oh yeah You think it over now And then you tell me how You walk around like a natural disaster Thinking it over and over oh yeah

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released March 24, 2017

Composed, performed & produced by Andy Newton.
Drums on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 8 by Noah Glenn.
©2017 Mercybeat Music (BMI)

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Hailing from Memphis, TN, Brother Andy Newton nods to Big Star more than Isaac Hayes, and shows a commitment to independent production and confident powerpop.

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