Holyoke

by Mat D

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Bucky Mat D is back with Holyoke and it continues on with the gritty outlaw country twang and commanding vocals, could be his best yet! Great job on the cover art, as it matches the mood of the music perfectly. Great stuff! Favorite track: Carry Me to Canaan.
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Matt Gage Great track, heard Mat talk about it on Kool 95 in Sioux City. Favorite track: Eastbound Denver Train.
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Orphan of that ragged road left carved out on them hills with so few left to testify I fear that no one will Heard her calling late one night an echo 'cross the plains an Angel or a languished ghost...out here they're one the same Crates and common wares to hawk much too fair to sell come lay with me in Holyoke a half-a-mile from hell Orphan of that ragged road too wicked to repent her black dress blowing in the dust hung from a barbed wire fence Heard her calling late one night an echo 'cross the plains a voice as sweet as black strap tar or whiskey in my veins Crates and common wares to hawk much too fair to sell come lay with me in Holyoke a half-a-mile from hell Orphan of that ragged road too wicked to repent the vagrants had their way with her and left her here for dead Heard her calling late one night an echo 'cross the plains her lonesome cackle ruled the sky in sinister refrain Crates and common wares to hawk much too fair to sell come lay with me in Holyoke a half-a-mile from hell come lay with me in Holyoke a half-a-mile from hell
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Tin Can Soul 03:22
A thin man routes in a dime store suit half buried in the Utah mud Well, he dug them all up but he couldn't claim the bodies them bones been covered in the blood by God them bones been covered in the blood Face shave clean to the bone so lean that his alabaster skin shone red in a form so slight I could have swore he had a body sewn together in the quarry of the dead with a kerosine halo black tar wings and a hay-fork riddled with gold he digs and routes in a dime store suit for the pieces of a tin can soul by god for the pieces of a tin can soul...yeah Thin man skims through the junkyard bins on the edges of a pithead town struck a long stem match but to his dismay that conglomerate had all burned down He digs and routes in a dime store suit half buried in the Utah mud Well, he dug them all up but he couldn't claim the bodies them bones been covered in the blood by God them bones been covered in the blood Thin man died on the mountainside on the day the angels fell well, they brought him back to life down a coal mine shaft where they crowned him peer of hell wore a kerosine halo, black tar wings and a hay-fork riddled with gold yeah, they say the devil died on the mountainside leaving nothing but a tin can soul behind, leaving nothing but a tin can soul..my. my! Sugar that corn You've got to Copper that fire dance a two step gallop with a long tongued liar you've got to ladle that coal you better bellow and sing baby ho-down Dolly won't you shake that thing you better dig up them bones bottle that blood sifting through the corpses in the Utah mud they left him buried with hay-fork riddled with gold yeah my mama said the devil had a tin can soul.
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Sawmill Road 03:33
I took a Sawmill Road down to the river bed off the black hill shore where the creek turned red off a Rapid City ribbon of dirt without a ticket to ride I left a cigarette girl for the devil in a big black Buick quoting John the Revelator on a monumental getaway with a Lakota Sioux Bride My little pine top sugar in a hot rod six she keeps on moving like a wrecking machine back to the land of the sticks big black Buick gonna carry the dead back from the Sawmill Road down to the river bed I took a Sawmill Road down to the river bank off the black hill shore out where a freight train sank down a Rapid City ribbon of dirt resolved to fight back the urges I left that reservation woman with the engineer on a tripped out chopper with a bucket of beer I joined that decorated motorcade until they pulled into Sturgis My little pine top sugar in a hot rod six she keeps on moving like a wrecking machine back to the land of the sticks tripped out chopper on a half a tank from the Sawmill Road down to the river bank oh, honey (yeah..we've got the doctor riding baby...!) I took a Sawmill Road down to the river bed off the black hill shore where the creek turned red off a Rapid City ribbon of dirt without a ticket to ride I left a cigarette girl for the devil in a big black Buick quoting John the Revelator on a monumental getaway with a Lakota Sioux Bride My little pine top sugar in a hot rod six she keeps on moving like a wrecking machine back to the land of the sticks big black Buick gonna carry the dead back from the Sawmill Road..Lord-! down to the river bed tripped out chopper on a half a tank from the Sawmill Road - Ha! down to the river bank
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Old Black Jack was my only friend back home in junction town and three card stud it's in my blood come lay your money down my father was the rambling kind my mother she died young so he taught me all I need to know about Gambling Girls and Guns... about Gambling Girls and Guns A darkened room twelve hours from noon she showed the world to me I paid that lass two bits of lead the night I set her free I drift from place to place since them I live life on the run I make my way from day to day off Gambling, Girls and Guns, Lord off Gambling, Girls and Guns They damned near took me down last spring outside of Monterrey I fought them all until they fell but I barely got away the law came busting in that night a dozen men to one but I killed those bastards in the name of Gambling, Girls and Guns Lord... of Gambling, Girls and Guns They left me weak my lucks run short hell, there's nothing left to do but pay some whore to lay with me before this night is through one just the kind I used to find when I was wild and young I'll teach mademoiselle a thing or two about Gambling , Girls and Guns Lord... about Gambling, Girls and Guns A darkened room twelve hours from noon just like it was before the world spun black before my listless body hit the floor she slit my throat and watched me die oh, my rambling days are done! but now I fear I'm bound by sin to all the Gambling, Girls and Guns Lord... to the Gambling, Girls and Guns My father was the rambling kind my mother she died young and by God's grace I'd see her face but old Daddy done me wrong... The devil made a place for me it's hotter than the sun... It's just as well to burn in hell for all the Gambling, Girls and Guns Lord... for the Gambling, Girls and Guns.
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Chipped blue plates falling of the stack I should've never built the commons by the main line track but most folks left when the town turned dry nothing left to salvage but the place won't die. I met a hell-hole girl with the sunburned skin and she made me a believer once the lights went dim at the old depot I didn't need a reservation - it doubles as a brothel and a railroad station I never bought a ticket call me cavalier but I've been running with the devil since I wound up here I didn't see it coming I heard the whistle blow it left me yearning for the freedom only dead men know... On a long black train raising up a howl it'll carry me to Canaan if I turn back now free my soul been straining from the load of a life turned wicked down a pitchfork road...yeah. Sunburned girl sprawled out on the floor I heard the cold wind rattling an old screen door I pray the night train comes if it's blacker than the sky I'll hitch a ride to glory on the day I die But the myth's no good - the lies stay stuck and they just rattle like the motor in her old man's truck at the old depot with the brothel round the back a phantom locomotive took possession of the track I never bought a ticket call me cavalier but I've been running with the devil since I wound up here I didn't see it coming I heard the whistle blow it left me yearning for the freedom only dead men know... On a long black train raising up a howl it'll carry me to Canaan if I turn back now free my soul been straining from the load of a life turned wicked down a pitchfork road Long black train coming down the track it'll carry me to Canaan and I won't come back free my soul been straining from the load of a life turned wicked down a pitchfork road - yeah... down a pitchfork road...oh, Lord.
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Dust storm blowing through a cardboard town tore the roof tops off and left the asphalt brown flax sun setting on a junkyard road with the tin piled high Lord, it shines like gold Been living in the country born to push that mule got to plow these fields till our train comes through looking for revival down a slack jaw line with the unknown saints in a Roadhouse Shrine They rearranged the letters on the old marquee they read "YOU STILL CAN'T TOUCH" and "THE DEAD DRINK FREE" big hipped mamma she's a Tennessee belle with the Memphis thighs she's come to cast her spell They've got a poor boy rolling up the main street holler hawking earthbound voodoo for your red-necked dollar buy a crown of roses for your valentine if she's a half nude prophet in a Roadhouse Shrine There was nothing left to cover but our ashtray breath I caught a white Freightliner down to Nazareth where I bought a plastic Jesus off an antique vendor she just spit out her gum and she stuck him to the fender Yeah, we spent another evening in a dim motel in a three-way tryst with a Tennessee belle I'm tired of seeking shelter with the rambling kind and the unknown saints in a Roadhouse Shrine
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Arcadia Town 03:36
Hauling’ on up the county line lightning on a pallet of turpentine Cotton from a Ginny to soak it up Lipstick on the on the rim of an empty cup Blister on the cheek of a dying muse matchstick at the ready to light the fuse flesh and bone to the diesel drone Do I resurrect a derelict or ride alone Oh, I…watch the road stretching on past Arcadia town... with her pale neon lights disappearing behind me I know… there will be no turning back since it drove you away... knowing I'd never stray off that ancient highway yeah I watch the road stretching on past Arcadia town... with her pale neon lights disappearing behind me I know there will be no turning back since it drove you away... knowing I'd never stray… county line disintegrates again Coasting out on fumes and a drop of gin Rubbed against the grooves of an empty seat Blood stain turned to dust in the summer heat Blister on the cheek of a dying muse matchstick at the ready to light the fuse flesh and bone to the diesel drone Do I resurrect a derelict or ride alone Oh, I…watch the road stretching on past Arcadia town... with her pale neon lights disappearing behind me I know…there will be no turning back since it drove you away...knowing I'd never stray off that ancient highway ...off that ancient highway...
8.
Holyoke 03:46
Tractor tire collision with a barn board fence Splinters through the edges of a feed-sack dress sent to consecrate the furrows of a hangman's rope on a mission of deliverance to Holyoke Tethered to the fender baby I never said a prayer but maybe I felt a spirit's sweet surrender through the slag and smoke...Hellbound in Holyoke So I barreled down the back roads of a paint brush ridge I passed through Morgan Country at the railroad bridge where I conjured up a feeling but I soon lost hope I could've swore I saw the devil down in Holyoke Tethered to the fender baby I never said a prayer but maybe I felt the lifeblood of the blighted and a languished ghost...unite in Holyoke I'll ride out in the morning just to lose my way And I'll be wandering this desert till the judgment day chasing every apparition that the damned invoke from the Colorado border back to Holyoke...yeah Tethered to the fender baby I never said a prayer but maybe I felt a spirit's sweet surrender through the slag and smoke...still burning...still burning! Tethered to the fender baby I never said a prayer but maybe I felt the lifeblood of the blighted and a languished ghost...unite in Holyoke Hellbound in Holyoke
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Eastbound train out of Denver Bad luck woman on my mind Fifteen miles from Nebraska I've got that devil at my side White Lightning eight ball lickety-split yeah the threw me off the wagon 'bout the time that I quit I've got the hard luck blues everywhere I go from the South Dakota border down to Mexico I met a hell bound woman tattoos and all with the mudflap curves and a southern drawl she had the mean good looks the crazy eyes built like a razor wire to cut you down to size I ride an... Eastbound train out of Denver Rocky Mountains at my back Fifteen miles from Nebraska gonna ride that bullet on down the track...yeah. Belly full of diesel coming straight down the line bound for the Colorado desert from the land of the pines thought it would carry me to Canaan but she ushered me back aboard that spirit locomotive half a mile down the track she said "The devil done brought you here to testify - I'll be taking your confession are you ready to die?" I said " The man knows better, honey I never will - I've got two pistols at the ready and I'm shooting to kill" I ride an... Eastbound train out of Denver Bad luck woman on my mind Fifteen miles from Nebraska I've got that devil at my side Eastbound train out of Denver Rocky Mountains at my back Fifteen miles from Nebraska gonna ride that bullet on down...down...down....
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I followed the signs through an unending night hitched a ride cross the highway till I saw the light felt a cool vacant glow coming up from the side caught a sweet subtle moan off some trailer park bride till a curtain of flame caught my eye in the cracked rear-view mirror half asleep at the wheel when I wrecked thinking you were still here I rose from a bed of black gravel and pitch I was baptized in fuel and caught fire in the ditch crawling out as the cinders repelled down my chin felt a blaze fill my lungs and the heat claim my skin with no sign of a run down old truck stop or gilded motel just the damned passing by in a trance on the dirt road to Hell So I came to the crossroads resigned to my fate and laid down in the dust knowing it was too late where a gasoline angel rose up and took flight and I rode on her wings through that perilous night and she carried me back to the place where I wavered and fell Lord, she scatters my ashes to pave that old dirt road to Hell I followed the signs through an unending night hitched a ride cross the highway till I saw the light felt a cool vacant glow coming up from the side caught a sweet subtle moan off some trailer park bride where the good men gone wrong go to die doomed forever to dwell Half a mile past the old county line on the dirt road to Hell.

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"Holyoke" - the third full length album from Mat D and the Profane Saints, the first in 4-1/2 years since 2009's "Dirt Town City Limits" Originally intended and recorded as a solo album in 2011, the songs presented themselves as a band effort to Kurt, Jeff and Mat. After recording much of the album they scrapped the old tracks and opted to start over in 2012. Recording wrapped in December 2013 after three years of writing, re-writing, rehearsal and final sessions. Holyoke was inspired by the Old West, the topography of Colorado, Nebraska and South Dakota; as well as the stories and legends of the desert plains.

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released March 4, 2014

Mathew deRiso - Vocals / Acoustic Guitar / Banjo
Jeff Deignan - Drums / Percussion
Kurt Mullins - Electric Guitar / Bass Guitar
Shawn Blomberg - Bass Guitar

Produced by Kurt Mullins
Engineered by Kurt Mullins, Jeff Deignan and Mathew deRiso
Recorded and Mixed at Music Works
Mastered by Blake La Grange at Mercury Mastering
Art direction and design by MRD

All Words and Music by Mathew deRiso
Original Arrangements by Kurt Mullins and Jeff Deignan
copyright 2014 Mat D and the Profane Saints
Mary Moe Music / Music Works Productions

www.MatDandtheProfaneSaints.com

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Mat D Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Singer-songwriter Mathew deRiso lives and works in Sioux Falls South Dakota. His music has been described as a mix of hard luck Americana and bad man ballads.

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