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1.
the dark cloud is a hunter waiting to unload memories pierce the fog like a switchblade at your throat hear the reflection in the mirror whisper there are no secrets here the dark hides the sting of every feeling left unsaid feeling like a soap bubble trapped in a summer spider web the crows in the road show no fear they know there are no secrets here hold your breath and you will find you can’t suffocate that fear out of your mind been driving all night, looking for you baby I've been drinkin all night, I wish you were here watchmen of the blood moon thin like a cigarette you sing about your demons but you don’t sound possessed well I don’t believe you, you’re not sincere and we know there no secrets here the granite and the greenery another season in the sod the angels rattle on and on while the devil pick pockets God and wilted blossoms exhale despair and they prove there are no secrets here hold your breath and you will find you can’t suffocate that fear out of your mind been driving all night, looking for you baby I've been drinkin all night, I wish you were here
2.
You don’t have to worry about nothin’ when nothin’s all your ever gonna amount to my pockets were empty and on fumes I was runnin’ runnin’ down those dotted white lines to you because I wanna be more tonight than just background noise in my own life So come on Angel and pour the whiskey come on Angel sing it with me tonight My head was a school bell that was constantly ringing we slid off the bus in Baltimore steel eyed and determined to pick up where we parted as peanut shells on the bar room floor were gonna crawl that neon mile until the crack of the cue ball breaks your cemetery smile So come on Angel and pour the whiskey come on Angel sing it with me tonight your call for surrender’s an empty prayer well, I must be out of practice ‘cause I’ve forgotten how to care So come on Angel and pour the whiskey come on Angel sing it with me tonight
3.
Wondering why you left me After all I've tried to do You know I miss you baby And the children miss you too Tonight we done the dishes Just to keep your memory clear I cooled the hot dishwater With my cold and bitter tears The words which I've just spoken Is the truth, I swear to God I'm sorry if I hurt you Sometimes I'm nervous, I work so hard I still love you, my darling But we're lost without you here I cooled the hot dishwater With my cold and bitter tears It's wintertime already Christmas will be here soon It'll be a sad, sad occasion If you're not in the dining room I hate to do the dishes And I know the reason why Putting on your apron Makes me want to cry To keep our home together I done the best I could Your true reason for leaving Honey, I never understood I still love you my darlin' But the children want you here I cool the hot dishwater With my cold and bitter tears I cool the hot dishwater With my cold and bitter tears
4.
like the darkness gives in to the dawn and the carcass surrenders to the ground or the silence begs mercy from the sound I stand before you with my arms laid down for your forgiveness soaked in gasoline, I took the long way home and dropped back into town to pay my respects to our haunted battle ground under the spell of those whispering bells the ghosts of 7th street, the secrets they’d tell about our bodies and the distance in between, shining machete among the lillies of the rain they flocked to you like moths to a flame your heart was broken, my was tied up in your chains nocturnal animals seeking refuge from the rain in the pages of some dirty magazine but who could ever see through your little smoke and mirror shrine from your side of the finishing line so like the darkness gives in to the dawn and the carcass surrenders to the ground or the silence begs mercy from the sound I stand before you with my arms laid down for your forgiveness soaked in gasoline, but who could ever see through your little smoke and mirror shrine from your side of the finishing line
5.
everybody’s lost on their own road trying to lose whatever baggage they can unload their thumbs are out in the hot sun, and everybody’s looking to catch one but you won’t find love within asphalt and bone maybe Jane was just listening to the rain dance along that greyhound window pane when somewhere along I-95, the sigh in her lungs met the tear in her eye as she rubbed her hand where your ring used to be but she keeps shining on, just like every setting sun keep shining on, just like every setting sun our days are numbered and these nights keep raging on but keep shining on, just like every setting sun an umbrella thrown forms a cross with the yellow line torn pages float over windshields into the sky the silence sounds it’s own alarm, like stretcher waiting with open arms, until the flashing lights break the night open wide but keep shining on, just like every setting sun keep shining on, just like every setting sun our days are numbered and these nights keep raging on but keep shining on, just like every setting sun some men tread water and some just drown some never leave the shore at all but come hell or high water, when they lower me down I’ll be smiling with wide open arms but the heavens rarely offer any sign or relief from these anxieties of our time but go tilt your head up to the stars and you'll fail to make sense of this life of ours maybe it’s better to drop than rot on the vine but keep shining on, just like every setting sun keep shining on, just like every setting sun our days are numbered and these nights keep raging on but keep shining on, just like every setting sun
6.
I don’t wanna be tied down - the only difference I see between a leash and a noose is just 90 degrees. now we all got our demons, but when the spirit took command he danced with the serpent, holding death within his hands he was a born again sinner, the congregation was his rock but the shame of the shepherd is the stray of the flock and at the Moon Winx Lodge, he saw them with his own eyes a leaf reveals it’s true color only days before it dies he was fresh from the county on that Alabama night he turned a new leaf, it was love at first light he found comfort in her arms, on those winter afternoons and with his grandmother’s ring, they were married in June but jealousy burns like venom over time when power over death is just a trick of the mind June, June, my June Not you, no no not you Juney Juney My June, no no not you My June songs of the serpent chase the meek from the well he said “belief in the Devil’s just an easier sell” he returned to the pulpit, took a swig of strycnine repeated Mark 16 the verse 18 line headlights in the window, poured another round the shed remained silent save the rattling sound Wiped down his pistol, with a prayer for mankind you know it must get lonely being Jesus sometimes well he drew back of his hand and he called her whore blood filled her mouth and she ran for door grabbed her by the wrist, threw her hand in the cage dragged a pipe along the edge, whip the serpent into rage flames tossing embers, playing catch in the breeze while another fallen angel lies drowning in the weeds June, June, my June Not you, no no not you Juney Juney My June, no no not you My June parasites dance along the hoof of the hog and the stench of gunpowder penetrates the morning fog diamonds on it's back, she screamed out his name the rush of the venom against the Pentecostal flame the room began spinning, he fell to his knees the clap of the thunder shook him from his reverie when the cops found her crawling out on Lee Highway the blood of the shepherd marked the one that got away The one that got away was June, June, my June Not you, no no not you Juney Juney My June, no no not you My June to be the glass of a mirror is the ultimate disguise a leaf reveals it’s true color only days before it dies a leaf reveals it’s true color only days before it dies a leaf reveals it’s true color only days before it dies
7.
I never wanted you to tell me I was crazy I never wanted you to tell me I was wrong I never wanted youto look so beautifully lazy I never wanted you to pack up and move home but I’ve got mileage on my side and your legs won’t catch no ride and to swim is suicide so why not just give in this time? and these folks across the street dissect the nights they heard us weep they keep their gossip on the cheap why not just give in this time? I never wanted you to become terminally bitter I never wanted you to loose all your lucky charms I never wanted you to be the superstitious sister I never wanted you to feel so vacant in my arms but I’ve got no where left to hide and these friends just wonder why I’m always last to take your side so why not just give in this time? take that long walk into town turn their heads then turn around put your brains back in your crown why not just give in this time? I never wanted you to tell me I was crazy I never wanted you to tell me I was wrong I never wanted you to look so beautifully lazy I never wanted you to pack up and move home but these memories of mine are just a nite-lite in my mind for all this sleep I left behind why not just give in this time? I know you’re still sore ‘cause the frying pans through the kitchen door but take it on the chin just once more why not just give in this time?
8.
you better hold tight for the winds of change will call and the gale that howls in the night will spare no one at all so I left the comfort of your arms to go riding on this train rumbling past the weathered shacks along America’s veins as your call for forgiveness hung unanswered in the dawn darlin’ you know I’m not that strong the casket and the mints the sky was swollen and bruised I tucked myself into a corner with the lonely and accused where I’m forced to remember every night on Lafayette the violence of his words the air was stale with his sweat and the sting of a confession and the discharge of one round I hope you're somewhere sleeping safe and sound trains don’t get lost rolling down the track but you disappeared whenever I looked back now I’m left trying to slow dance with your memory I watched her fingers as they ran along the ice that had formed on that rusted iron railing behind the funeral home and things never were the same on our twisted carousel It was never really us vs them only you against yourself And I’m guilty of enjoying the taste of licking my own wounds I hope we get to New Orleans soon trains don’t get lost rolling down the track but you disappeared whenever I looked back now I’m left to slow dance with your memory so you better hold tight for the winds of change will call and the gale that howls in the night will spare no one at all
9.
04:27
"take this advice - throw some salt upon the grave and just move on son - there’s no one here worth trying to save" a slap of lightning and love has cursed this still born child lost and wounded, I crawled into the night to the church bells chimes 'cause I heard a rumor about a waitress across town who sees your future in the ten cards that she lays down and if you fail to understand the signs just slide inside her booth, she’ll activate your mind ‘cause Angeline, Angeline sees everything retired angel, she hides her face behind her hair and her silvered fingers dance like knives along the air she lays the cards down until they form a celtic cross "ignore the garden ‘cause nothing grows when a seed is lost" the red light flickers and the hangman appears first to the repeating cannonade, the chariots reverse ‘cause Angeline, Angeline sees everything the radio crackles “there’s no moonlight at all” and the heavens answer “there’s no moonlight at all” “take devil’s shoestring, tie it nine times in all...” this was the night I was born this was the night I was... the red light flickers and the hangman appears first to the repeating cannonade, the chariots reverse ‘cause Angeline, Angeline sees everything
10.
snuff out the melting candle keep the photo, leave the frame ‘cause when it comes to missing people you know we all disappear the same but if you’re feeling all alone why don't you bring it back home? You know you’ve got it all so what are you looking for? bare feet slipping on the wet grass swayin’ to the rythmn of a DJs tune went stumbling through the vineyard just soak in the midnight moon desire in the scent of jasmine her flesh soft like caramel then unzipping her creation counted the ashes as they fell but if you’re feeling all alone why don't you bring it back home? You know you’ve got it all so what are you looking for? in the pull of the brake drum or voices under piles of dead leaves that disappear like embattled phantoms chasing whispers on the breeze but if you’re feeling all alone why don't you bring it back home? You know you’ve got it all so what are you looking for?

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released July 31, 2020

MIGHTY JOE CASTRO vocals, guitar
DALLAS drums
H00V3R doghouse bass, backing vocals
MIKE STINGLE guitar, backing vocals

Recorded at Miner Street Recordings, Philadelphia
Produced by Brian McTear
Engineered and Mixed by Matt Poirier
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe


All songs written by Joe Castro Brevoort
Copyright ©2020 mightyjoetunes (BMI)

except Cold and Bitter Tears*
written by Theodore Hawkins
(Wixen Music Publishing/Ted Hawkins Music)

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Album design, photography and illustration
by Mighty Joe Castro. ©2020

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Mighty Joe Castro and the Gravamen Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

From Philadelphia, PA, Mighty Joe Castro & the Gravamen is the latest musical project from accomplished collage artist & musician Mighty Joe Castro (ex-The Situation). Heavily influenced by rockabilly, '50s rock-n-roll & doo-wop, the band updates that vintage rock-n-roll sound with a modern lyrical approach & a healthy dose of post-modern guitar effects. Think Sun Records meets Creation Records. ... more

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