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American Millennial Cowboy

by This Criminal Soul

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1.
'65 Corvette 05:32
‘65 Corvette Go! Driving through the canyon after dusk With you by my side, the only one I trust Blue hair blowing in the hot sunset With a six-gun by your side, in a ‘65 Corvette A brown case full of not a damn thing but cash The last thing we heard your father say was, “You better watch your ass” The sheriff's posse ain’t caught up yet With out-of-state plates on the ‘65 Corvette Go! The desert nights are dark and cold But I got bourbon and my girl There ain’t no place I wouldn’t go With you around this goddamn world And we set out for the river at the break of dawn Such a rude awake from the sun unbearably strong But your fingers caressing my aching head Riding getaway shotgun in a ‘65 Corvette The desert days are terribly hot When monsoon lightning rakes the sky As if a warning from the gods To get out now or die It’s all for you, It’s all I do The car, the cash, the gun, the bourbon too I could give it up all for you To see you through The lightning, heat, the desert sky They never needed a better reason why Oh no! Up ahead the road appears to split One way dark tunnels, the other dangerous cliffs I hear the sirens screaming in my head And red lights flash in the bumper chrome of the ‘65 Corvette This is goodbye, but it’s not death, oh no You held ‘em off, and I... turned my back on the west! So roll me up one last cigarette And see if these fuckers could keep up with me in the ‘65 corvette! The forest nights are dark and cold Spending every one alone While desert sunlight haunts my dreams I’m buried in cold December snow City nights are terribly hot I’m tossing, turning, drenched in sweat One taped up picture’s all I got Of you and me and that ‘65 Corvette
2.
A one way ticket And you, you took it A short nap on that overnight to the land of setting sunlight And how I asked you not to go Remember I pleaded, “No, no, no!” Now you’re live-tweeting your trip Yeah now she’s got you in her grip And it’s tearing me apart, this boring city with no scene And maybe it’d be worth living here just to live here with me If you ever come back to Connecticut, I’ll say “Fuck you, California! When you sink in the ocean, I won’t even mourn ya Hope the fault lines collapse And the redwoods they crash I won’t miss you after you’re gone!” But til then, keep her safe and sound Cradle her in evergreen boughs Rock her gently to sleep In a route one back seat And bring her back home east safely to me The chance of a lifetime And who in their right mind Wouldn’t want to leave their home For a job halfway around the globe? And I cried when you were leaving I was heartbroke, and lonely, I was grieving But remember that I still helped you pack And hugged your mom at the Amtrak And now it’s tearing me apart This country’s prisoner I feel But maybe one day you’ll take a good look in that rearview And if you ever come back to America, I’ll say “Fuck you, Japan! With your rock candy metal bands I hope your technology backfires Then you are all quagmired In a robot war until the end of time!” But til then, keep her safe and sound Cherry blossoms falling gently all around With a warm cup of tea On the cold nights, or hot sake Then she’ll stumble home drunkenly to me… to me… to me… to me…
3.
Come on! Now I was on the second beer of a two-beer shower Getting clean feeling mean I was ready for love You know I feel death creeping closer every hour I’m soon to meet the lord up above Or the devil down below with his green eye smile In a tight red dress with those money heels But til they come to take me, I’d spend every day With you, my love, with you Go! But I got myself a ticket for the long way ‘round On a one way train with no way back down I’d love nothing more than to take you with me, But we both know you’d miss your mom A millennial American in New York City No money, no plans to ever come back home But I’m gonna give ‘em all that I got Well, I’ll be Caesar, y’all be Rome! Chorus: American Millennial Cowboy American Millennial One-of-a-Kind American Millennial Cowboy I’m out of my goddamn mind Chorus Show me what you can do! Is that all you got? Chorus A millennial American, with nothing on hand Down in L.A., or up in San Francisco Hit the disco with a bag of cocaine I said, “You motherfuckers better learn my name!” Chorus Said I’m out of my goddamn mind! My mind... My mind… Out of my mind… Oh!
4.
Sharon 07:49
Sharon She won’t take her medicine Do you think there’s anything you can do Sharon She’s not listening to me But she might still listen to you Do you think you could talk to her For just a minute or two Thank you I don’t know if she can even hear you But thank you And I don’t think anyone Should ever have to do What you had to go through And I don’t think anyone ever even could But you did For her You would Sharon Help her out Please If anyone still can You could hear her out But when she tells you she went to that healer She’s a liar Yeah I know she only went to see her dealer That motherfucker And I don’t think anyone Should ever have to do All the shit she put you through And I don’t think anyone ever even could But you did And if you could I know you would do it again Sharon She’s asleep now, she’s in my lap Guess she found the rest of the whiskey She’s taking a little nap And I turned her head to the side I held her there I cried But I made sure that I turned her head to the side On those darkest nights
5.
Let’s go! Now I spent most of today mostly naked And I was naked all yesterday too I wonder why everyone wants to wear clothing I wonder if they really do And I spent most of today mostly wasted I drank a lot yesterday too My friends keep telling me I’d be better off sober I’m starting to think it’s true But now it’s one more night That I would have been alone If I didn’t have a bottle of booze And I’m drinking it down It’s getting me stoned And it’s better than thinking of you Well I guess you could call me a low-life I guess you could call me a slob I know my apartment needs to be vacuumed And I know I need a better job But there’s some things that have to come first So I’m taking care of my head How it hurts to remember the details of your love When I could just be drunk instead So it’s one more night that I would have been alone if I didn’t have this bottle of booze And I’m drinking it down It’s getting me stoned But it’s reminding me of you One more night And I could have been alone If I didn’t have this bottle of booze But I’m drinking it down It’s getting me stoned Making me think about you So I was drinking and thinking and singing a song It’s all I ever seem to do I was drinking and thinking and thinking ‘bout singing A song that won’t remind me of you Oh I guess you should know I’m getting better At songwriting and singing too But the one thing I never seem to remember Is to stop fucking singing to you So it’s one more night and I would have been alone If I didn’t have this bottle of booze But I’m drinking it down It’s getting me stoned It’s better than thinking of you I said it’s one more night And I could have been alone If I didn’t have a bottle of booze But I’m drinking it down It’s getting me stoned It’s better than thinking of you Now it’s one more night And I could have been alone If I didn’t have this bottle of booze But I’m drinking it down, it’s getting me stoned And I wish that felt better than drinking with you
6.
Yo-yo Blues 04:21
I ain’t no yo-yo baby You can’t throw me away Leave me hanging And then reel me back someday I ain’t no boomerang You can’t throw me away Leave me out there, floating on thin air And expect me flying back someday I’m the bullet yeah That you shot into the air When I bury myself in the dirt I’m staying right there I ain’t your fucking lapdog So if you shove me away Don’t expect me coming crawling back on all fours Tail tucked between my legs And I ain’t your fucking collector So when you hang up on me Don’t expect me calling you Calling you back To beg and plead, that’s not my fucking job Baby I’m the arrow You shot from your bow When I land in the dirt I swear that’s my final home I’m the bullet yeah That you shot into the air When I land in the backstop baby You’re gonna lose me there Baby I’m the arrow You shot from your bow When I land in the dirt That’s my final home I’m the bullet yeah That you shot into the air When I land in someone’s heart They’ll bury me there Right there right there right there right there
7.
Animal 04:48
When death came for my friend He met it with his arms folded across his chest He said come on come on come on Before he took his little nap He drank a bottle of pills and then a bottle of jack He laid down on his back Come on come on come on come on yeah Come on come on come on come on yeah Come on come on come on Show me what you’re made of Are you divine or animal? Is the power of love Enough to stop you Now take off that disguise See I don’t have time for lies And when I first made love to my first love, We laid down on our backs with stars above She said come on come on come on Before we died those little deaths She held me with her arms around my neck And whispered soft and fast Come on come on come on come on yeah Come on come on come on come on in Come on come on come on Show me what you’re made of Feed this hungry animal Give me all of your love There’s nothing here to stop you Why you wear that timid disguise When I don’t have any more time for lies They came to take me To my mind to break me But I stood my ground with my friends around Come on come on come on It came to take me A demon in my mind to break and erase me But I stood my ground yeah I threw down Come on come on come on come on come on Show me what you’re made of Are you instinct or emotional? And I know the power of love, And it’s more than enough to stop you You wear a pitiful disguise, and I Can see right through your lies I’m stronger than you can ever know You have no power over me You are not welcome here Why don’t you fucking try me I said you are not welcome here Begone, demon of animal fear
8.
Burn 03:57
I never cared for heaven so well As this planet where animals dwell Birds flying high on a summer breeze Billions of trees all buzzing with bees And all these angels glued to the ground Smiling and laughing making their sounds Learning to love learning to speak How to use thumbs and stand on two feet Under our feet lay mountains of stone Deeper we dug, ground flesh into bone Satisfying those curious minds Building our homes and challenging time Under that stone lay mountains of coal Beautiful gifts from forests of old Using that fuel we heated our homes Keeping our children safe and warm Healthy and warm we all grew up strong Reading and writing singing new songs Bettering tools preserving our hands Harvesting love while murdering land So we dug deeper churning the soil Ovens and cisterns burning to boil Drilling down deep to reap the bees’ toil Under that dirt lay an ocean of oil Ninety-nine barrels under the ground Drill a few up and pass them around Eighty-five Ninety-six million barrels a day Burning our cold and troubles away When they hike up the price at the pumps No other choice but fueling her up Now will you listen now will you trust Darkening skies with clouds swelling up Stuck in between the earth and the air Poisoning both with barely a care We burned the ground up into the sky Then wondered what happened to the sunshine Wondered what happened to all the trees Wondering what became of the bees Where did those mountain majesties go Didn’t that low tide used to be low But you burned but you burned all the mountains And you turned all the ice into oceans Just to poison the air that we breathe in Now dark black clouds are closing in I never cared for heaven so well As this planet where animals dwell Smiling and laughing making their sounds All of these angels glued to the ground
9.
Ride or Die! 05:02
Why don’t you sit back now and let your old man tell you a story He was born in the tail of a plane over international waters And left for dead in a baggage claim with no mother letter or father They raised him up on a mission there all Hail Marys and Our Fathers Until they gave him a tricycle and he creamed all the other toddlers It was ride… or die A thirtieth century gynoid awakens in french quarter New Orleans Breaks in the back of a tourist trap steals some fleur-de-lis blue jeans A pair of boots matching jacket too and the motorcycle keys Outracing the breakneck pace of future mercenaries It was ride… or die Now just like Frogger jumping on logs Or Edward Furlong in T2 To traverse a hostile environment You’ll need a transport under you So like an ewok on a speeder Or a hesher in a sea of beliebers Climb aboard your four fifty CC'er And ride motherfucker ride… Or die!

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released July 7, 2017

Christoph Whitbeck - vocals, guitar
Sean Conway - percussion, backing vocals
Gretchen Werda - bass, backing vocals

Recorded, Produced, and Mastered by Travis Bell at Adorea Recording Studio in Hamden, CT between November 2015 and August 2016.

Gang vocals on 'American Millennial Cowboy,' 'Burn,' and 'Ride or Die' by This Criminal Soul & Kacey Perkins, Andrew Pappas, and Robert Roche.

All songs by Christoph Whitbeck

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Born out of the theatrical project The Devil Plays Poker, This Criminal Soul became the vehicle for all things Rock and Roll produced by Christoph Whitbeck.

They rock stages and melt faces in the New Haven area and beyond.
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