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WRACK &RUIN (2017)

by Joey Carbo

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1.
SISTER RAY* 06:27
2.
that new orleans tap water was the last thing for it bit cold and dead rotten when it hit my veins. she had a nickname; it was all i got from her and through two broken condoms we made decent friends. her left arm was useless, her face was real pretty and we both got the shakes while we waited for Red. i'm generally sleeping or dead on my feet and i can't shake the tombstones from in front of my eyes the half-baked and the half-deads walk circles around us and i wake up sick again between two clammy thighs. that cold tourniquet pinched me, her eyes were forgiving. i took off my belt, it was warm from my skin. we wandered up Broad street, bought three books of matches, we suffered in silence and went back down again. her old man was traveling, might be back by morning, but we were blood brothers: the bent and the slain. no god could forgive us, no meal could sustain us. i only ask for a drip to untie my head. and we wake into this and we waste into this and we're born into this when we wake. we shake and we twist and we break into bliss and we're thrown into circles of sin.
3.
silence only gets you so far and we waited 'round the bend. we waited so long, tell us what for again. once i'd touched fire it all went straight to hell. straight to hell with room service and walks around the block and my credit score. straight to fucking dogs.
4.
SON OF A GUN 04:57
He woke up with the red ass. We tippy-toed every step we took. “You don’t know where you shit last”. And that little house trailer shook. He said, ‘don’t let nothin’ go past and close your open book.' "It’s all on his dead ass and we’re both off the hook." Marshall was not normal; he was not one of us. I sat with the sluts and addicts and he rode the other bus. Be he followed all the way down and they blowed us till it sucked. I still ain’t seen my way ‘round the brains or the guts. “I don’t care what you want, I know what you need. I was there when you woke up, I’ll be there when you bleed." JW was my best friend and I see now how it looked to the police and my old man, this hare-lipped, crazy crook. I was taught to keep my head down; Winston didn’t raise no fuckin’ punk. “Don’t worry ‘bout what goes ‘round,” and his head fell with a clunk. “This bastard will not listen to reason or to me!” When I got home he’d stabbed him, was headed for the Salton Sea. And then the Sheriff came ‘round, looking for the man Winston took. “I saw him last with Marshall and that little, hare-lipped crook.” Now, I think about it often and when I get some violent itch. I was born into a coffin, a son of a gun and a son of a bitch.
5.
SLAY(N) 02:35
you wanna save me. i wanna slay you. we're holding hands with what we never will do. bloody paths are sacred. sacred lies are truths. the hill where i'm buried is the bed where i'm born. all this blood we have ferried floats the flesh we have shorn.
6.
IF ONLY 04:06
Did your father let you down? Did he leave on your birthday? Or did he pile up the pinkslips and just blow out his brains? Did your mother let you down? Did she shoot up all the rent? Did she fuck your friends and did it cost you your innocence? Yeah, I could’ve been somebody if only I wasn’t me. (Because) I was a born hair-trigger with one foot up in my grave and I would tell you right quick I got no soul to save. I waited on the cars of the men who looked for boys and my hatred ran just as deep as my scars. If you don’t know of all the ways a misunderstanding can kill then you go right ahead and judge me; I’ve had my fill. I had a belly fulla lies and my back burned from your eyes and anyway I’ve known since I was born –I ain’t one of you. And so I wake up and get bent and fill my veins with cement And you would think before long I’d have figured out what to do. Yeah, I could’ve been somebody if only I wasn’t me. Now the cell that I’ve got is a hell of a lot, a hell of a lot warmer than my old bed. And I sit and I wait. I read and I masturbate. But mostly I stare at the walls and I wish I was dead. ‘Cause, I could’ve been somebody if only I wasn’t me.
7.
that new orleans tap water was the last thing for it bit cold and dead rotten when it hit my veins. she had a nickname; it was all i got from her and through two broken condoms we made decent friends. her left arm was useless, her face was real pretty and we both got the shakes while we waited for Red. i'm generally sleeping or dead on my feet and i can't shake the tombstones from in front of my eyes the half-baked and the half-deads walk circles around us and i wake up sick again between two clammy thighs. that cold tourniquet pinched me, her eyes were forgiving. i took off my belt, it was warm from my skin. we wandered up Broad street, bought three books of matches, we suffered in silence and went back down again. her old man was traveling, might be back by morning, but we were blood brothers: the bent and the slain. no god could forgive us, no meal could sustain us. i only ask for a drip to untie my head. and we wake into this and we waste into this and we're born into this when we wake. we shake and we twist and we break into bliss and we're thrown into circles of sin.

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Written, Performed, Engineered, and Produced by Joey Carbo*.
*Sister Ray written by Reed, Cale, Morrison, Tucker.
Recorded at THE HOSPITAL in Baton Rouge, 2016.
Mastered by Cohen Hartman.
*Track 7 Produced by Sans.
Cover photograph: Anthony Rietl
Layout: Mark Waite Design: Joey
A.S.H. originally appears on the SPIRES s/t 2015 album.
spires-music.bandcamp.com/releases

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released April 2, 2017

SISTER RAY*
Joey- guitars, bass, vocals
Logan Davidson- drums
Anton Zholondz- violins

A.S.H. (2016 version)
Joey- guitars, vocals
Logan Davidson- drums
Andrew Gaudet- bass
Webb Haymaker- saxophone

ONCE I’D TOUCHED FIRE
Joey- guitars, bass, vocals, toy piano
Logan Davidson- drums
Nick Douet- vocals, stick percussion

SON OF A GUN
Joey- guitars, bass, vocals, Ebow guitar, percussion

SLAY(N)
Joey- guitars, bass, vocals
Andrew Gaudet- addt. bass
Nick Douet- backing vocals

IF ONLY
Joey- acoustic guitars, vocals, bass, drums
Michael Juan Nunez- electric guitars, dobro
Logan Davidson- piano, organ

A.S.H. (original version)
Joey- guitar, vocals
Sans- synth

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Joey Carbo Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Joey Carbo's solo work as well as the albums he made with both his bands -
"Yes, it's dark. But Carbo isn't intending to scare folks away from darkness, I don't think he ever is -- he's no stranger to writing songs about hopelessness and anger. He's done it with precision here, communicating specific turns of emotion, sans generalization." -C.M. Hall ... more

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