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The Unearthed Devil Trials of Go Hang and the Family

by GoHangMusic

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1.
Arson 04:53
I woke up handcuffed and sedated in a foreign bed. Well, I guess the price was right. A TV blaring from the room adjacent, I try to discern the drugs from the static because my life is on the line. Clothes soaked in blood and vomit, vulnerable, committed to me Pissed off at the mystery, goddamn this disorientation. What goon went and dropped me here? What malevolent plot is underway? What god went and dropped me here? The walls are dripping like a liquid picture, leaking tweaking sparks through the vintage sheets. Should I have the open use of my digits, I could put out the fire 'fore it got to me. I've been to hell, and this is hotter; the flames licking me like the tongue of the beast. I welcome my hired slaughter, commissioned by a price I know I can beat. Adrenaline, kick that drug like yesterday's noose. Forget my clothes because I've got nothing to lose. Break the window, watch the fire go and explode. I vacate, cutting myself mid-barrel roll. My hands still cuffed, I balance upon the escape. My captors made such a dire mistake. All the questions left, wondering, who? why? Because when I find you You're going to die. You should have killed me, now I'm coming for you. You should have killed me, cocksucker, now I'm coming for you.
2.
Bag 03:12
3.
Dust 02:41
I wrote you a note Soaked in alcohol You don't know, but that's inconsequential. Its so unfair, its a joke. All my life, I can't provoke So I sit and stare out the window. Its a long way down. I've got a long way to go. Everytime I try to write I'm stuck in hindsight And all of my lines turn to dust. I turn to dust. I wrote you a song Soaked in chemicals You can't care, but that's immaterial. It's a bitter taste in the back of my throat Dripping down, yeah, well, so it goes. And I can't sit and wait for you I mean, You came out to see my show, you know? Everytime I try to write I'm stuck in hindsight And all of my lines turn to dust. I turn to dust.
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Retripution 05:37
5.
I hear another story on how you got out this time, flick your cigarette, but the distance comes up short Mountain from a molehill, sucking on a Parliament. Well allow me to retort You're a greasy whitefish off of Michigan Avenue presenting hip fashion on the runway Those flashes age you as quick as gunfire While I strangle you with your own lingerie You're fucking wretched, so quit stepping on my faux art shoes And you're goddamn ign'nt, no you don't listen You must listen to my faux art views. Headlines burn off the rack like a prairie fire Or that of Chi town scorched once again Scars from your arrival, new fashion, your own blood is in. You're a heavenly hellfire blazing glorious starshine where ever your agency sends you. You're a white washed suit-clad demon with a news van Packing all the smack that you're abusing You're fucked, yeah you're getting cut To spill your guts unto my new wave shoes You lose, yeah you're getting used. Used just like a faux art tool. I've never felt this way.
6.
I still haven't made up my mind Impaled on rails of the fence. Cannot prove my innocense, so I just makeshift it. Still the noise builds up inside Like a hidden homicide Guilt and pleasure are the same If you just ignore it. Same in the end, if you just pretend. Well you found your place, while I lost my way. And I can't escape. That's fuckin great. I can't escape. Now it feels so right to do you wrong. Teach a lesson in insignificance like you've known all along. Still it feels so right to do you wrong. Learn a lesson in insignificance like I've known all along. So I crawl along, and I can't help but do just what you tell me to. Fate does me in ways I can't escape.
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8.
My friend, I know you're suffering, I hope you know I hurt with you. And I hope you know I'm sorry. And I hope you know we'll meet again.
9.
I can't believe how it happened the first time I'm lying, waiting here for when we align the next time Insipid you lied and tried to roll out the dice but You can't push self-righteousness on me I'm gonna get on my knees and promise in time I'll obey Put my head down in prayer and this is what I'll say I'll say, "I would not, could not, should not break the law! And I would never ever EVER turn my back on god! I wouldn't use drugs to try escape! Why would I want to leave this world behind anyway?" I blame you for all I did. You understand? So I'll wait it out while cracking up I've been blacking out while you were cracking down I'm broken up, you fucked around, well what's going up is coming back down on you. I have to believe that it will come back down on you. After everything is turned and learned, now Robert Burns will burn.
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Spoiled 07:12
How long have I trudged this path? Seemingly endless without rest. But in time I'll find in the dry and drought, this fruitless quest. I'll tear the head from the neck of my enemy. Remind him of what he did to me. I've been held high, I've been held down I've been given up and thrown right out Still I push on Crawling along I've undergone, into the gaping maw. Dragging the bloated corpse. Chewing the spoiled meat. Cutting off the gangrene. Collapsed on hands and knees. Still I push on

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released September 11, 2011

All songs written performed and recorded by carter except

Dust: Billy Miller on drums
Inextricably Linked and My Friend You Know: Tony on drums

Artwork by Maddison Lenkiewicz

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misanthropic industrial folk punk rock from Chicago

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