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Coyote Gospels

by Reverend Moon

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1.
Old Graves 02:42
I had a dream the other night The house cats will turn on this town They’ll eat your eyes while you are sleeping And your dog will hold you down I fear the raccoons are plotting They’re coming down from the trees They’ll eat the hoes and the hobos first But they’re coming for you and me The uprising will come from the trashcan The rats will join with the crows Get drunk on junkie piss Squeezed from a dead man’s clothes They’ll play guitars and banjos Sing the yellowest of blues While under bushes the rabbits watch us And sharpen their teeth with rusty screws I doubt anyone will notice it happen No one will be aware Until cougars come down from the mountains Riding on the backs of bears Tear the asphalt from the roads Stick your children in a zoo Turn city hall into a brothel And your wives into prostitutes Had a dream the end is coming They’ll herd us into caves Seal us in with mouldy bones Dogs dug up from old graves
2.
Reaper Man 02:59
The end is nigh, the end is nigh You don’t have to wonder why It’s not hard to read the signs Written in neon lines “Hair And Nails”, “Fortunes Told” “All Nude Girls”, “Cash For Gold” The prophecy lights up the sky For all to see— The End Is Nigh The end is nigh, the end is nigh You’re bored of the reasons why It’s what’cha done, it’s where you been Gotta make you some newer sins So listen up, drop the beat Clap your hands, stomp your feet You can sing, you can cry But in the morning— The End Is Nigh The end is nigh, the end is nigh I know the how, I know the why It ain’t about what’cha done To the Lord’s only son He had his day, he had his fun Played kissing tag and Judas won The seven sins, they ain’t the why But they’re the how— The End Is Nigh The end is nigh, the end is nigh Wait until my friends arrive Grab a seat, don’t be shy Come on and meet the other guys Well, here is Famine and this War And Pestilence is at the door The four of us, we gotta fly Somewhere to be— The End Is Nigh
3.
I got a message for you I’m not sure if you’ll hear I don’t know what it means But it’s perfectly clear I’ll write it down in a letter Leave it on your machine Send you a smoke signal I hope you know what it means I got a message for you It was there when I woke There’s only one word Must be some kind of joke No one’s heard it before It’s never been on TV It’s not on the radio Or in the magazines I got a message for you I don’t know what it’s for I got it from this guy He said it was yours I gave to a woman I thought she might care But she pointed at you And said, “This message is theirs”
4.
Mary Says 03:06
Mary says,“Everyone knows Their ain’t no god, the baby is Joe’s They’re trying to trick you into playing nice Scare you with Hell and the wages of vice So that you dance like someone is watching Like someone is watching.” Mary says,“I been used for too long I’ve heard your prayers, you’ve got it all wrong There’s no one upstairs pulling the strings At least no one who cares, not that I’ve seen You may as well sing like no one is listening Because no one is listening.” Mary says, “That dear son of mine Never walked on water, or turned it to wine He never rose from the dead, never healed the weak He had no kingdom to leave to the meek To those who dance like no one is watching Like no one is watching.”
5.
You can have silver and gold You can have fame You can have anything you want You just gotta say his name Satan, please hear my prayer You can have my life You can have my weary soul If you end this strife Trying to get to heaven Is taking me too long I don’t think i can make it Oh Satan, hear my song This world ain’t no promised land It’s in a sorry state They say the meek will inherit But it ain’t worth the wait Children die for coltan So our phones can show us porn When I see the tar sands I wish I wasn’t born We built a new Sodom and put it online We’re rivaling Babel one condo at a time We’re stealing from our future Blind to the theft When the meek inherit There won’t be a damn thing left Satan, please hear my prayer You can have my life You can have my weary soul If you end this strife Trying to get to heaven Is taking me too long I don’t think i can make it Oh Satan, hear my song
6.
You don’t know me and that’s just as well I’m just a guy with a story to tell I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast But I’m close friends with the holy ghost As long as I drink his wine coloured blood Satan can’t drag me down into the mud I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus When I was young I never cried Even when my parents died They told me it was suicide In their bed with cyanide I knew better but I didn’t say: I had made it look that way I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus At supper Papa would say grace Then while Mama cleared the plates He’d drink the devil into his face Then he’d put me in my place He’d say, “I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me, I’m drinking with Jesus” But I never was deceived Or thankful for what I received He’d go to church the next day Walk in damned and walk out saved Confess his sins and drink the blood Never get dragged down in the mud He’d say, “I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me, I’m drinking with Jesus” The day I put my parents underground Hell released its rabid hounds My father’s priest took me in And my true education did begin New tribulations and brand new sins He left them dripping off my chin He said, “I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus” At least that’s what I heard he’d said I was long gone when they found him dead I’ve been on the run ever since that day Always some reason that I can’t stay Always somebody in the trunk Of my rusty piece of junk This girl I killed was just a stray She said I was a lousy lay I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus
7.
Black sun rising in the summer sky I had a dream we’re all gonna die I had a dream we all lay dead Placed end to end and head to head Black sun rising in the summer morn Mother dies when the child gets born Child grows up to be a man Sows his seed and rapes the land Black sun rising in the summer sky I had a dream we’re all gonna die Black sun shining on the factory floor Make another one ‘cause we all want more Shoes and cars and phones and porn Money gets made, it don’t get born Black sun rising in the summer sky Had me a dream we’re all gonna die Had me a dream we all lay dead Placed end to end and head to head
8.
It was Easter Monday and the tomb was occupied Jesus was laying thereon his side I said, “Get up! It’s your resurrection day.” He said, “Not if i have anything to say You’ll find yourself a saviour just two doors down Take these wounds and give her this crown.” I said, “Hey Jesus don’t be this way We bought everything you had to say About the Kingdom and how you’d get us in By kissing it better and assuaging our sins.” He said with a curious look in his eyes, “I’d love to wear your guilt but it don’t come in my size.” I said, “What’cha gonna do Jesus? Where you gonna go?” He shrugged and said, “When I get there I’ll know Gonna walk amongst the rich and the poor Sleep with the nuns and pray to the whores Gonna see the city and the wild country side.” Then he stood at the crossroads and thumbed for a ride He said, “There’s a highway a-heading Anywhere you wanna go There’s a jet plane a-leaving if the train moves too slow With all these highways, planes, trains and cars Why is it that you’re still at where you are?” I said, “I’ve done my travelling, I don’t wanna do no more Just wanna lay down along the deep green shore.”
9.
Deeper Down 02:39
Everyone’s born with a brand new tongue Baby cries with brand new lungs But there ain’t no blues that ain’t been sung It’s the same twelve notes for the old and young Sharpen your axe and your shovel blade Hone the edge of your pick and spade There ain’t no tool that can break new ground But you can always dig a little deeper down There ain’t no jokes that ain’t been told When a soul gets born it’s already been sold There ain’t no prayer that ain’t been prayed All the plots been hatched, all the plans been made So stick your hands deep in the dirt Until your nails split and your fingers hurt There ain’t no tool that can break new ground But you can always dig a little deeper down
10.
God Culture 02:22
Let me tell you a story, two thousand years old Maybe you’ve heard it, it’s already been told About a teenage girl and a man she was taught to obey About what happened next You know she didn’t have a say He planted his seed deep within her soil She knew she’d been deceived She felt she’d been despoiled So he sent his bro to trick her And she was beguiled Even told people of the honour To carry her attacker’s child Too young to consent Unable to escape Don’t call it immaculate conception Your God committed rape Now everyone’s confused about What’s happened to our culture Based upon a religion that worships Predators and vultures If God made us in his image, if he did it right Some virgin’s getting raped each and every night But no one wants to face What goes on behind closed doors So they says, “Boys will be boys and virgins will be drunken whores” Oh, spin your twisted logic But you cannot escape This culture only exists Because your God committed rape Too young to consent Unable to escape Don’t call it immaculate conception Your God committed rape
11.
Since people been singing People been singing the blues Since people been singing People been singing the blues Some of them win But most of them lose Since people been singing Brothers been singing the blues Since people been singing Sisters been singing the blues They’d rather be happy But they don’t get to choose Like the farmer who loses all his crops Or the young man gunned down by the cops Since people been singing Mothers been singing the blues Since people been singing Fathers been singing the blues They’d rather be happy But they don’t get to choose ‘Cause sometimes they win But mostly they lose
12.
I’ve heard they say that Jesus saves But he waits until we’re in our graves I’ve gotta wonder just what’s it’s worth If we’re not saved from this hell on earth Ashes to ashes, dust to dust If God won’t take us, the Devil must Drink the wine and eat the bread Then when you die you’re not really dead Well, I’ve been to the graveyard and I looked around Sure a lot of dead people buried underground Drink to drink, and pill to pill If God won’t take us, the Devil will Ashes to ashes and dust to dust We’ve been forgotten — In hell we trust Prayer to prayer, there’s no escape Boys and girls still get raped Babies starve and wars are fought Sex and drugs are all we got Ashes to ashes, dust to dust God don’t love us like the Devil does
13.
Apocalypso 05:34
When next door girl with the china doll hair Betrays her lover for thirty pieces of silverware And street vendors sell pickled relics Foreskins and toenails that smell like sex Taste like soap and melt like candy And the television static screen Is a perpetual motion machine Virgins flirt with Mardi Gras Enchanted by voodoo and bourbon street Maddened by spanish fly The walls fold into cranes and take to the sky And the end of the world Is a bend and a whirl In the pattern of the wallpaper In the lounge the band plays I Left My Heart In San Francisco With a calypso beat The drinks are flat, harmless Underage prostitutes work the room While we waltz on the sidewalk Tranced by the glow of a rusty streetlight And kamikaze moths like shooting stars The zeitgeists are out in force tonight Below a broken window a red neon light pulses To jazz streets that ain’t tied down They rattle and writhe beneath our feet Like a nest of diamondbacks The whole city slinks with a grungy swagger As poets seek the blind heart of midnight We can only stagger into underground clubs Soot-black hipsters coax rhythm Out of dead elephant teeth Risen from the gutter — Trumpets blast! Over the grindstone howl of sax And the ominous rumble of bass Oh, what ancient magic died the night they split the atom In the city smog I’ve dined with dogs On bones thrown from passing cars I’ve heard prophecies in junkshops And on the bus great sermons rolling down the aisle I’ve heard God in the cry of a jet engine Fallen to earth like shards of bone china I’ve felt God on train station floors And in the pews of honky-tonk cathedrals Tasted God between the legs of whores Slept with God on wet straw beds And in mangers built for the withering I’ve taken him in my mouth and swallowed the meat of the Apple I’ve eaten the roots of ancient rivers Lain on their red clay banks and dreamt of hard men crying tears of broken glass I’ve climbs stairs to pleasuredomes Where I suckled Mary’s breast And tasted Coca-Cola I’ve seen God in a ribbon of asphalt They say Lot’s wife smiled as she turned to salt

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13 NEW HYMNS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS
LULLABYES FOR THE LAST DAYS
TAWDRY TALES OF RUINATION
INSPIRATIONAL VERSES
DIRE WARNINGS

"Coyote Gospels is baptism in dusty oak, the songs and prayers of the olde overlords of darkness. The acoustic guitar rings like a broken down schoolbus travelling across a mountain range of terror, while handclaps and slide guitar dot the landscape as torn up road signs. People were once here, but what’s left is a hell of mental desolation. The songs put a pool cue in one hand and a broken bottle in the other. Be careful partner, ‘cause there ain’t no hospital here – you are all alone." ~ Weird Canada

"This here deluxe package from Reverend Moon has made me a convert. To what religion or god, who knows? There are so many to choose from and besides, they all look alike. But Reverend Moon offer something different. Not quite the Cave Singers or Nick Cave, but certainly the sound of the cavernous. Coyote Gospels is full of religious allusions from the book of Big George and Sally. Who plays the role of the soft haired Philistine victim is anyone’s guest. I’m not sure I want to stick around to find out but yet the (good?) word abides. So I eat the possum and beans, and am transformed. I have visions of Wooden Wand and fall into a fever, saved by Exaybachay. In the end I see that many talk loud but say nothing….but Reverend Moon may have more than meets the eye. Thankfully he sends me off with a hymnal and a button to wear upon my lapel as I shake the babies and kiss the girls. I am saved and now my mission is conversion. First step: political office!" ~ Tiny Mix Tapes / Cerberus

"On listening to this album from Reverend Moon you can't help but get the feeling that here we have a lonely soul tramping the dirt roads of the Deep South casting consternations on the inhabitants whilst preaching hellfire and damnation. A waxing moon is all you need as the coyote howls somewhere in dark, tonight is going to be long and you better hope that Jesus is by your side ... Basically a road trip of an album, the dirty twang of the guitar plays backdrop to the stories of redemption and fear that Moon delivers. Like some bastardised version of Tom Waits chewing Nick Cave up for breakfast and then burping it out in a good old Woody Guthrie style, the idea is more exciting than the music to begin with. As the opening songs pass you by like nothing more than a coyote casting a guilty stare at you, suddenly a wind change comes over and as Moon is pleading for Satan to hear his song things start to slip into place and a gloom descends as you sink into his despondency. It's completely terrific and everything starts to make sense. The second half of this album is simply phenomenal. From the dirty blues of 'Satan, Hear My Song' through 'Drinking With Jesus' and beyond the music gets more and more fevered in it's interpretation of a man losing his mind in a world gone wrong. It's despair of the kind that can only be find and grinds deep down into some hitherto unknown rock and roll spirit in it's quest. Sound exciting? Listen and find yourself in a daze .... Like some gothic piece of literature, the Moon's lyrics will twist there way into your mind and play about with your conception of reality whilst the music drones along in the background. A surprising and disturbing treat." ~ Echoes and Dust

"Reverend Moon has released one of the most immediate and essential albums of this year... Some of the numbers may put you in mind of Dylan; that is no bad thing—there is no intention to mimic or overthrow the master. What 'Coyote Gospels' does is to instill some of Dylan’s particular moments— the anger and apocalypse of his early work; his Christianity works towards the ’80s; some of his latter-day wonder—around songs that cover a spectrum of subjects: religious truths, Satan and God; strange and weird dreams; dangerous street scenes etc. ....'Drinking With Jesus' is an insanely gripping and memorable story; something destined for the big screen—a song you will be quoting endlessly. Looking at murderous avenues and disreputable evil, it grips you and haunts your soul- how many other tracks can do that? .... no other act has presented 13 songs that sounds and play like this .... I sure as hell hope that another album is coming. Like his countryman legends Neil Young and Leonard Cohen; Reverend Moon mixes an evocative and stirring voice with intelligent and witty songs that explore love, life and religion. The early numbers ... are quirky and stunningly strange; unlike anything I have heard, they are filled with wonderful images. When proceedings look at death, religion and questioning; the album becomes profound and investigative .... The master of sonic innovation and intrigue, there is no a flat moment or insincere thought on 'Coyote Gospels' — it is as dangerous, imperious and wonderful as the title itself." ~ Music Musings and Such

"Reverend Moon (Not to be confused with Sun Myung Moon) is the swampy satanic Bob Dylan we didn’t know we had been waiting for. The sound is thick with the blues and at the same time catchy with beautiful guitar play. The lyrics are laugh out loud witty and extremely clever. I especially like the song called God Culture, which brings up a very modern topic and twists it into something else, you can listen to it below. Most of the songs are catchy as hell and they will make you Hail Satan in a melodic way á la Ghost." ~ Post My Rock

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released August 11, 2014

ALL HYMNS WRITTEN AND COMMITTED TO TAPE BY THE ESTEEMED REVEREND MOON DURING WHISKEY & OPIUM INDUCED PROPHETIC VISIONS BETWEEN THE YEARS 1994 & 2014 AS THE SPIRIT MOVED HIM

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