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Folk Art & The Death Of Electric Jesus

by The Bonnevilles

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1.
YOU'RE NOT ALONE You're not alone, I am here You're not alone, you've nothing to fear I can take the weight of you My back is strong enough to get you home You're not alone, I am here You're not alone, you've nothing to fear It's my turn now to carry you You didn't think I would ever let you down I can take the weight of you Your never going to make it on your own You're not alone, I am here You're not alone, you've nothing to fear I am here because of you Now you need me I could never let you down All the times you comfort me Just this once let me take this fight
2.
GET MYSELF A GUN Hey, I'm gonna get myself a gun If I do hell you better run Bridge...Hot Town All Dead All Sleep All to well fed Brother, Sisters, Can't tell my Mother now she's gone Looks Like we were born to die This cult of suicide called life I found a diamond ring To me it didn't mean a thing I gave it to her Its on her finger now she's mine She's mine She's mine She's mine Hey, I'm going to sleep This towns not gonna bother me
3.
By The Time November Comes Its the month of the dead Its the weeks of ghosts Haunted memories Come through in floods By the time November comes I can see my breath in the air The month of the dead The sleepless live here I fall on my knees Like a falling tear While I'm down there I may as well pray for my soul And do the things things I said I'd never do By the time November comes Its the month of the dead White snow red rose The sound of earth on oak My love tastes of salt Black Crow Red Rose white Snow By the time November comes I thought I knew the man I thought I was By the time November comes Its the month of the dead Its the weeks of ghosts Haunted memories Come through in floods By the time November comes I can see my breath in the air I thought I knew the man I thought I was By the time November comes I do the things things I said I'd never do By the time November comes
4.
SON OF REVERBIO My head was spinning I fell asleep on hallow'd ground I woke in the morning to the faithful standing all around I'm the bastard son of a year of sleepless nights I've lived longer than you think and I've died at least twice I am Holy like a TV priest and built like a sinner I am not guilty I'm the Dead Son of Reverbio As lay on this hard and solid old pitch pine No bullet will kill me, its a bounce back ....... I'll let you die one death at a time I'm the evil twin of myself I'm the creaking door the whiskey you should've left on the shelf I'm the echo of the things you said the things you should've done I am not guilty, I'm the Red Son of Reverbio come the sunset, I will always let you down like the moonlight you can't hold me in your hand It's not about the gold, its all about the soul I say I've got a poetic license to kill and I'm not afraid to use it I'm the evil twin of myself I'm the creaking door the whiskey you should've left on the shelf I'm the echo of the things you said the things you should've done I am not guilty, I'm the Red Son of Reverbio
5.
KNEEL AT THE ALTER Kneel at the alter and pray for the love of another to ease your worried heart Kneel at the alter and if your love is not returned do you turn away from God Cry your tears, they leave a stain on the floor St. Joseph kiss head and you will cry no more and just for a second I see your soul Kneel at the alter and pray for your lovers sickness to go away Kneel at the alter and pray the love you shared to copme back to you some day
6.
Home 03:59
HOME I can't find my home and I never found my gold The sun shines in my eyes Only the wind never dies But first I go Home Home Home Home I look to the sky I've seen better than me die I walk in the arms of fate Now its my turn because i can't change But first I go Home Home Home Home
7.
SEPERATE WAYS. I KNOW WHAT I NEED 1 AND 1 IS 2 BUT IT FEELS LIKE 3 I'D LIKE TO CALL MY BROTHER I CAN'T CALL ANY OTHER NOW WE'VE GONE OUR SEPERATE WAYS DOES EVERY FAMILY HAVE TO DIE IS IT SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS WITH TIME I'D LIKE TO CALL MY SISTERS BUT THEY'VE GOT THEIR OWN MISTER NOW WE'VE GONE OUR SEPERATE WAYS OH OH LIFE IT ISN'T EASY IN THESE DARK TIMES ITS HARDER TO LOSE THE WAYS TO TURN MY BLUE SKIES GREY COMPLACENCY COMES IN OUR SLEEP LET YOUR GUARD DOWN AND I IT CREEPS THIS ONE GOES TO MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER YOUR BOY IS NOW A MAN NOT LIKE ANY OTHER NOW WE'VE GONE OUR SEPERATE WAYS
8.
WE'RE JUST THE RIGHT DISTANCE FROM THE SUN Don't want to live, don't want to die I've come some distance and my mouth is dry I try to speak I said I try to scream but automatic glitches in my system make me look weak CHORUS We're just the right distance from the sun We're just the right distance from the sun But we've still some way to go to get to God We're just the right distance from the sun Be beautiful because one day we die I'll leave this world as i arrived I try to speak I said I try to scream but automatic glitches in my system make me look weak
9.
Hell 03:58
HELL No were to run, no were to hide The things I've done and I'm afraid to die I've shown no mercy to a man on his knees Don't expect to get none when it comes to me Lucifers tongue is tickling my ear he's telling me all the things that I don't want to hear He says I owe him for the price of a soul Its the big payback for the years that I stole All the livings done now its time to die I would say I was a good man but that would be a lie Oh Mother Oh Father look at your son Praying for mercy for the things he's done I need saving from this Iron Rod Help your eldest boy put in a word with God He'll know me from the others I'm the only one I've denied him and I've denied his son Hell, Hell, I'm going to Hell, going down to Hell Hell is the place that I'll pay for my sins Hell is the place that I'll pay for my sins Hell is the place that I'll pay for my sins There's no way out and only one way in
10.
10'000 04:32
10'000 10'000 times I dreamt I died 10'000 turned up and 10'000 cried 10'000 Jesus's to forgive my sins each one a God and full drunk on gin 10'000 bricks on back to make it strong 10'000 years before I'll admit I was wrong 10'000 kisses from my mother before she dies ...Each one a reason to wave my fist at the sky 10'000 Priests to forgive my sins of which there have been many but I was framed from the beginning 10'000 wrongs and 10'000 crimes, the bastards live on and all the good ones die 10'000 reasons to love the effortless cool of Richie Magee hes no mans fool 10'000 kisses from my mother before she dies ...Each one a reason to wave my fist at the sky I know how to live and I know how to give, I know how to cry and I know shes gonna die please don't take me for a fool Everyone has a different story I'll tell hers soon 10'000 times I dreamt I died 10'000 turned up and 10'000 cried 10'000 Jesus's to forgive my sins each one a God and full drunk on gin 10'000 bricks on back to make it strong 10'000 years before I'll admit I was wrong 10'000 kisses from my mother before she dies ...Each one a reason to wave my fist at the sky 10'000 kicks 10'000 times I went down 10'000 times I felt my head hit the ground 10'000 and one times I made it to my knees and its the last one that counts it makes the next beating easy 10'000 regrets for not whispering in your ear as a child the things I promised you as you lay dying 10'000 kisses from my mother before she dies ...Each one a reason to wave my fist at the sky
11.
MACHINE BORN TO THINK Going down to the river going down to the river to die I got 5 pounds of mud, caking up each boot These chains are eating into me down to my very roots Going down to the river going down to the river to die Sitting on my shoulder is not a couple of pounds of lead I'm the machine born to think and its gone straight to my head Going down to the river going down to the river to die Haven't been home in just about a week I'm a 6 day drunk and I'm gonna do this thing Going down to the river going down to the river to die I got 5 pounds of mud, caking up each boot These chains are eating into me down to my very roots Sitting on my shoulder is not a couple of pounds of lead I'm the machine born to think and its gone straight to my head Haven't been home in just about a week I'm a 6 day drunk and I'm gonna do this thing Sitting on my shoulder is not a couple of pounds of lead I'm the machine born to think and its gone straight to my head
12.
THE BALLAD OF THAT MURDERING BASTARD ED MILLAR. Oh Home Just the chance to be alone Just me and my gun The Devil knows his own Blood The type that doesn't wash off Made by my gun The Devil knows this one Oh the rain it comes down I get know comfort as it falls from the ground The things I've done, they'll never see the sun And I know now, I should have sold my guns. Oh the rain it comes down I get know comfort as it falls from the ground The things I've done, they'll never see the sun And I know now, I should have sold my guns.

about

i have been shown that to live well is to not be afeared. i have been shown how to die well and intend to do so. i would like to thank my wife and best friend janie for her unwavering support, your beauty and your demonstrations of gentleness make you sweeter everyday. my late mother for her class, curiosity and beauty. my brother desi the traveler who i hope will come home one day so we can ride our bikes together and drink whiskey (not at the same time), my sisters and my father and my brother from another mother chris mc mullan ... andrew mcgibbon jr

i would like to thank my mother anne and brothers, stephen, mark, neil and mick, without you guys i wouldn't be playing music. i’d also like to thank shelly, all the boys from cursed sun and andy mcgibbon for putting up with all my shit on tours and the fact i dont own a car. as for the rest thanks to: the uuj buds, aaron, adam, gavin, gerard, whoopy, jen, brian, mark p, ryan, william, and to whoever else i have forgotten... chris mcmullan

thanks to everybody who has came to see us over the years and all who has bought our stuff, we used the money to buy food. special thanks has to go pete graham. also thanks to walter thee goon your input to this record was invaluable, richard stuart whoose art bought a visual element to the album that we only dreamt of, you nailed it. jon moorehead at moosetronix.


the bonnevilles are
andrew mcgibbon jr - guitar, vocals, keys, glockenspeil, handclaps
chris mcmullan - drums, handclaps, tambourine, glockenspeil


all songs written by andrew mcgibbon jr
recorded and mixed in graham house studio belfast by
walter thee goon 2012 mastered by jon moorehead at moosetronix
belfast 2012

dedicated to the memory of marie hurley, paul mcmullan, maureen graham

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released November 5, 2012

recorded and mixed by walter thee goon at graham house studio belfast. mastered by jon moorehouse at moosetronix belfast. sleeve by richard stuart (screech ink)

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The Bonnevilles are shaking Northern Ireland in a way it hasn't felt since Van Morrison & Them obliterated Club Rado in 1964 and Stiff Little Fingers blew apart The Trident in 1977! The Bonnevilles don't so much play punk blues as use it as a spring board to create a completely new genre. ... more

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