.​.​. In the Name of Progress

by The Slaughterhouse Chorus

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1.
Greenplates 02:37
Each day I rise, still alive, with bloodshot eyes a little more hung-over, half-assed and high than the day before, tell me Lord can you hear my plea? For salvation by unemployment A winning scratch off would be heaven-sent or send down the sweet angel of disability I get down on my good knee and pray I hope they fire me today When I was broke, I was down and out and I begged you, good Lord, to throw me a line I asked for the cash, asked for the time Now I'm still broke, my back is shot and I swear to God it's the end of the line I don't mean to shout but please bail me out Oh lord, I've waited all this time Now show me a dollar sign The only joy I feel is when they play Ozzy on the radio 4 times a day and when my co-workers are all leaving me alone cuz I cut ties with most family but I got 12 friends in a can for company My heaven is sitting at home with some hydrocodone Oh yeah, ain't we all the same? Sick of 40 hours, waiting to get paid I get down on my good knee and pray I hope they fire me today
2.
Hambone 03:06
A hundred miles from Paducah and we killed the stereo to listen to the tires creaking down that dusty road We weighed down that little flatbed with all the booze that we could pack Oh lord, New York, I ain't ever coming back Oh yeah! I’m doing fine Oh yeah! Another state line flying across the windshield like the endless march of time Oh yeah! We drove all night Oh yeah! The end's in sight and I'll see you in Nashville if it takes my whole damn life We dropped the stakes and set up camp in that Putnam County sun Fired up the grill and drank away our midnight run Kicked the dust, hit the bottle and heard them people cheer then set off toward the stage lights with backpacks chock-full of beer We got the ways, we got the means, got cans of Busch and cans of beans We got shirtless good ol' boys passed out in plastic latrines You just show me a thousand folks who know the way to act Oh Lord, New York, I ain't ever coming back Oh yeah! I'm doing fine Oh yeah! The sun and moonshine are flowing through the crowd like the endless march of time Oh yeah! We drank all night Oh yeah! No end in sight and I'll see you in Cookeville if it takes my whole damn life The rains came up from New Orleans and they flooded out the tents Our tires sank as muddy roots entangled better sense In the end we pushed that van uphill and faced the facts Oh Lord, New York, I guess I'm coming back Oh yeah! Had to resign Oh yeah! We took it as a sign falling from the sky signaling the end of time Oh yeah! We left that night Oh yeah! Our home's in sight I'll see you back in Selkirk if it takes my whole damn life So take me down to North Carolina Roll me on out to Tennessee I've been through heaven, hell, and high water but right here, right now's the only place and time for me We stumbled into Lebanon feeling half-past dead We laid down our soaking dollar bills for a pizza and a bed Now I got the ghost of Hank the 1st to guide me down the track Oh Lord, New York, I can't wait to get back Oh yeah! I'm doing fine Oh yeah! Another state line flying across the windshield like the endless march of time Oh yeah! We drove all night Oh yeah! The end's in sight And I'll see you in Nashville if it takes my whole damn life Oh yeah! We drove all night Oh yeah! The end's in sight And I'll see you in Nashville if it takes my whole damn life
3.
There's an old truck hooked up to a trailer full of doubt It's brokedown in the crossings of your mind and a freight train hauling a load of trouble is coming down the line But it's a little late to warn the driver The engineer, well, he don't hear your worried cries Each time the whistle blows, the more you come to know those brakes are out and you're about to hit hard times Have you been listening to the TV again? Well, they don't always get it right The devil hides in every crooked grin as we pray to keep him away each night But we all lend an ear whenever he comes near Spoke to our sense of fear and prophesized of all things right and wrong, mesmerized by his song The beautiful folks can hide such ugly lives But it's a little late to shame the newsman Don't we all know the wind that blows can tell us lies We failed ourselves again and washed our hands in the end Is he to blame we trusted him with our lives? But it's a little late to bribe the hangman We're already gathered for the show and after all you've seen, you never saw it coming You'll never get to see it go
4.
Pedestrians 02:28
The girls out on the sidewalk aren't thinking about the strikes They don't hear the sound of sirens on the north side at night They speak in misquotations, cliches and paraphrases of our idols fat and wasted, getting by on our good graces The boys the knew in school are all off dying in foreign places while they're dying to impress with their made up facts and faces They speak in inside jokes, catchphrases and quotes They wash down pretty little pills to fight the things they fear the most but when we were young we were too dumb to notice too drunk to feel it, and too smug to care Crowding the crosswalks, the cars shoveled past us We could take the 10 bus to anywhere They say the road to Armageddon is paved with good intentions Maybe every starving artist was just starving for attention but our hero left Chicago so he could die alone stranded on Long Island seven hundred miles from home When he was young he was too numb to notice too drunk to feel it, too smart to win A neon light Jesus will come back to claim us The dead and famous will rise again There's nothing more depressing than a generation racing It's work or get worked out, run or get run over take until you're taken or just drink until you're sober
5.
Wellsville 05:01
It's a beautiful night here in Wellsville I think I've been doing alright Got the American dream on a 50 inch screen I got a car in the lot under blue motion lights 8 hours of sleep solves my problems 8 more at the desk pays the rent but the bills in the mail beat me home without fail Every paycheck's already been spent And the end of the month is coming up again but I'm happy enough on this comfortable crutch just waiting for the weekend We had the whole world in the palm of our hands and then we just let it slip away, and we'll pay for a living room set and even odds on a bet we'll size each other up til we're old and gray It's a beautiful night here in Wellsville The neighbors scream through the walls We don't know the first thing about the folks we demean but we'll smile and nod in the hall It's a marvelous night for a mugging Click the deadbolt and lock yourself in We sleep to the sound of fans and wall clock second-hands counting down the minutes to the end We had the whole world in the palm of our hands and we just let it slip away, and we'll pay for a lifetime of debt and even odds on a bet we'll size each other up till we're old and gray Mom and Dad, what did you do when you learned that the world had such big plans for you? It's so easy to use comfort as a crutch for a life of trying to size each other up We had the whole world in the palm of our hands and we just let it slip away, and we'll pay for a life of regret and even odds on a bet we'll size each other up till we're old and gray We'll pay till our dying day So click the deadbolt and lock yourself in We're counting down the minutes till the end

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released May 31, 2019

Engineered and produced by Ryan Slowey in Valley Falls, NY, spring 2017. Mastered by Carl Saff.

Backup vocals on "Hambone" by Dan Wilson and John Pipino.

Cover photography by Denise Jordan.

The Slaughterhouse Chorus has been:
Chris Jordan: vocals & guitar
Jay Bonafide: guitar
Bob Watson: bass & vocals
Mark McKenna: drums

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