Broken Hymns and Ballads of the Roadhouse Shrine Volume 2

by Mat D and the Profane Saints

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Bucky Little bit of rock, little bit of country, little bit of blues. With a whole lot of soul in those deep, passionate vocals. Really liking this guy and company. Can't wait for the new one. Favorite track: Angel of the Lost Highway.
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released September 30, 2013

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Mat D and the Profane Saints Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Singer-songwriter Mathew deRiso has performed with band mates Kurt Mullins and Jeff Deignan as Mat D and the Profane Saints since 2006. The band has made a name for itself performing all original material ranging from Blues, Rock and Country that critics have hailed as "A Young Steve Earle with a more powerful set of Pipes" and "Hard Luck Americana" ... more

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Track Name: Low Brow Burlesque
A vision appeared in the absence of light
near an old rural highway on a Saturday Night
She gave up the ghost inside an Old Chevrolet
painting fog on the glass before she gave it away
I rode a trail of tattoos from her shoulders on down
working the power of myth sold on the freak side of town
that's when the smoke settled in and left a growl in her lungs
that nagging lust in her heart and all the trembling that comes

until it's Memphis or bust
sneak a peek her body's so picturesque
with every dream shot to hell just as well
go sell the low brow burlesque

stuck in the cold sacred heart of every hipster parade
down every damned muddy route they paved to lead her astray
what started out as a girl became the legend you see
plucked from a dive bar revue somewhere in East Tennessee
she had the time of her life until they sent her away
to work the Las Vegas strip and every dive in LA
and now she's dancing the blues inside a seedy motel
where every pin up they hire becomes an dead jezebel

until it's Memphis or bust
sneak a peek her body's so picturesque
with every dream shot to hell just as well
go sell the low brow burlesque

yeah...a vision appeared until it faded away
the day she gave up the ghost inside that Old Chevrolet
working the power of myth that's when the smoke settled in
till every damned muddy route led to a palace of sin

I walk the line, buit sometimes I crawl
just to to writhe in the dust bore from the pain of it all
was started out as a girl became the legend that died
plucked from B movie script killed on the passenger side
and now that trail of tattoos will lead you straight to the stage
to work the power of myth from cabaret's golden age
that's when the smoke settles in and leaves a growl in your lungs
that nagging lust in your heart and all the trembling that comes
it's Memphis or bust sneak a peek
her she used to be picturesque
with every dream shot to hell just as well
go sell the low brow burlesque

go sell the low brow burlesque
Track Name: Glitterville
took the road to Glitterville
thought she'd lost her way come Whimsy’s hill
goodnight Irene the things she's seen oh my
down in Glitterville where the strippers go to die

her glory days we never knew
the endless nights in nude reviews
she'd work that pole and steal your soul away
but Time takes it's toll it takes a lot
she's past her prime takes all she's got
this life ain't kind but their kind don't complain
so buy a lawn chair lap dance riddled with champagne

yeah she took the job in Glitterville
probably lost her way come Whimsy’s hill
goodnight Irene, the things she's seen oh my...
here in Glitterville where the strippers go to die



turning down the lights to hide her age
in the middle of that mirrored stage
hell, most don't even notice that she's there
but this old town gave her a chance
cause all she ever did was dance
where triple X's grace the pale marquee
It’s her epitaph for all the world to see

yeah she settled down in Glitterville
once she'd lost her way come Whimsy’s hill
goodnight Irene, the things she's seen oh my...
here in Glitterville where the strippers go to die



her glory days we never knew
the endless nights in nude reviews
she'd work that pole and steal your soul away
they buried her in Glitterville today.
Track Name: Angel of the Lost Highway
take a wide road pull into a turnstile diner in the shadows of a lustrous night
with a smokehouse waitress marinating in a river born of bourbon under blood red light
drink a swill so hot it'll cook your spit hell the sugar never touched no cream
the mud's so sacred that it's practically a legend don't you criticize a goddamned thing

take a wide road pull into a turnstile diner where the lonesome go to lose their way
Come and gnash your teeth while you chew a little coffee with the angel of the lost highway
Yeah…the angel of the lost highway

at the Motel Stag take your last good drag flick the ashes on the concrete tile
(with) broken bottles from the dirge poised to ravage and purge every drifter down a po dunk mile
find an body that will do for a night or two in the darkness of a sumptuous dive
let it ramble and roll till you're ready to forget her or you're never getting out alive

at the Motel Stag take your last good drag Lord they hope you will enjoy your stay
Come and blow your dime on a starlet that was mine known as the angel of the lost highway
Mmmmm…the angel of the lost highway

there's a chapel up ahead where they're singing with the dead to the rhythm of a five stringed drum
aching bodies still collide as you're ushered inside yeah, they're calling down the kingdom come
drink a swill so clear it will cast out fear till copper turns the corn meal sour
singing get back Satan on the road behind with the shakers at the judgment hour

there's a chapel up ahead where they're singing with the dead and the sinners go to kneel and pray
singing get back Satan on the road behind to the angel of the lost highway
drink a swill so clear it will cast out fear where the lonesome go to lose their way
leave your faith behind with the rambling kind and the angel of the lost highway
yeah...the angel of the lost highway
Track Name: Devil You Know
I am the needle and thread
the dress on the floor and the girl in your bed
I'm the night rolling in like a flood
the sharp taste of bourbon brewed thicker than blood
I'm the bottle that always runs dry
the thrill of that sweet empty look in your eyes
and the cries of the first bastard son
the ache in the heart of the man on the run
with the charm of a seedy motel
the guilt and regret that burns hotter than hell
I'm an orphan with nowhere to go
just a ghost in your room
every damned dirty devil you know

I am the red neon light
resurrecting desire on cold autumn night
I'm the reckless abandon you'll own
sanctified in the throes of my presence alone
I'm the thrill of a passionate lie
that you'll hold in your heart till day that you die
like a serpent that swallows the dove
knowing you'll never have the one you'll always love
with the charm of a seedy motel
the guilt and regret that burns hotter than hell
I'm an the orphan with nowhere to go
just a ghost in your room
every damned dirty devil you know

I am the glare of the sun
a renegade priest and his wild ravaged nun
I'm the thunder that rattles the sky
the lightning that strikes in the blink of an eye
I'm the poison you're destined to crave
the feeling you'll chase till you lay in your grave
I'm the silence that comes like friend
and the darkness you'll learn to embrace in the end
with the charm of a seedy motel
the guilt and regret that burns hotter than hell
I'm an orphan with nowhere to go
just a ghost in your room
every damned dirty devil you know
Track Name: The Other Man
I tell them they can meet me
Down the road at closing time
In a motel by the highway
With a cowgirl on the sign
I look into their lonely eyes
And take them by the hand
Oh, lord the things a woman does
When you’re the other man.

Some ask me just to hold them
They never cross the line
But most of them know what’s in store
I make it worth their time
They seek me out by their own will
I never force my hand
Oh, lord the things a woman does
When you’re the other man.

I’ve never broken any hearts
That didn’t want to break
I’ve never taken anything
That wasn’t there to take
I’ve never lied to anyone
I’ll leave that up to you
Girl you’re the only one that’s got
Someone to go home to…

I tell them they can meet me
Down the road at closing time
In a motel by the highway
With a cowgirl on the sign
I look into their lonely eyes
And take them by the hand
Oh, lord the things a woman does
When you’re the other man.
Oh, lord the things a woman does
When you’re the other man
Track Name: Truck Stop at the End of the World
She’s just a tomb that they raised in the lap of the ditch
Shallow but sure she can hold any memory you wish
with her vintage decor and a brew fit for raising the dead
Putting grease in your gut and a ten gallon hat on your head

she appeared as a vision they bathed in a deviant light
And she sold diesel dreams to them all on that first endless night
She was known as the jewel of the prairie for decades around
Till the last neon letter shook loose and it fell to the ground

Yeah, They exiled the star of the corner cafe
To the highway to hell on her reckoning day
gave her a road map and free gasoline
The last case of beer and a smut magazine
Lord, they Traded her soul for the first taste of pie
but she danced till she died in the sweet by and by
oh, the judgment came down and it ravaged that girl
Nothing left of the truck stop that stood at the end of the world

Some said the old place was doomed from the start
rural life wore her down till it ripped her apart
Leaving nothing but pieces of lost souvenirs
On the trail to her door for the past hundred years…

They exiled the star of the corner cafe
To the highway to hell on her reckoning day
gave her a road map and free gasoline
The last case of beer and a smut magazine
Lord, they Traded her soul for the first taste of pie
but she danced till she died in the sweet by and by
oh, the judgment came down and it ravaged that girl
Nothing left of the truck stop that stood at the end of the world

She’s just a tomb that they raised in the lap of the ditch
Shallow but sure she can hold any memory you wish
with her vintage decor and a brew fit for raising the dead
Putting grease in your gut and a ten gallon hat on your head