All Saints' Day 2011

by A bit Much

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    Drawn by Meghan Chiampa with a story by A. B. Much, this tract explores the pains of losing the woman you love to the most heavenly lady's man to grace the Earth with His presence.

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Falling in love with a fundamentalist is so hard on the knees.

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released December 2, 2011

Clinton Graham - vocals, electric guitar
Abram Taber - electric bass, vocals
The Zoogie Brothers - drums
Tim Lillis - Fender Rhodes, Hammond M3, faux-Farfisa
Bryan Murphy - trumpet
Susan Putnins - vocals

Recorded by Jon Taft at New Alliance Audio, Cambridge, MA (www.newallianceaudio.com). Additional recording by Clinton Degan at Secret Hole Studios, Cambridge, MA.

Mixed and mastered by Clinton Degan at Secret Hole Studios, Cambridge, MA.

Artwork by Meghan Chiampa (www.meghanchiampa.com).

Layout by Abram Taber.

Special thanks to Tim Lillis, Curtis Killian, Jon Taft, Raj Paul, Bryan Murphy, Susan Putnins, Zach Adler, Steve and Canada at Pirate! Promotion (www.piratepirate.com), C.D. On Songs & Boston Band Crush, Allston Pudding, Taiwan Typhoon and Jesus (yes, THAT one).

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A bit Much played their last show on December 30, 2011. The final line-up of the band featured Clinton Degan (vocals, guitar), Abram Taber (bass, vocals) and Jon Glancy (drums). Former members include Matt Lillis (bass, vocals) and Tim Lillis (piano, keyboard). Frequent collaborators included Curtis Killian (guitar), Bryan Murphy (trumpet) and Mike Padgett (saxophone). ... more

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Track Name: The Godless Fool
When you're gone the sky hangs low
A host of locusts beat against the window
And the Mystic's high on blood, the banks are overflown
I paint my door post lamb red but still I can't help my own
I can't live without your voice, yeah, that's that the kind of thing they say
Even non-believers are known to kneel down and pray

When you're near I can feel the shame
I'm standing bare before you, only you know my name
And I would turn to salt if ever you met my eye
I know there's no blame, there's no fault if you've gone on to one of your other guys
Well, it pains me to leave you, still I can't find no way to stay
Even bald blasphemers are known to kneel down and pray

We're both here, though there's no having you
We're both here, oh I don't wanna hear the ugly truth
I know the best way to lose, stone drunk on my own harlotry
There is a great multitude for whom there is no more suffering
I can't live in your ignorance, still only I can say
For you, even the godless fool would kneel down and pray
Track Name: Jesus Never Touched Me
I can't remember praying that I'd find you
What if God was one of us, and standing right behind you?
I'd kick him in the bits for my desire
The old perv designed to make me moronic wit cum friar

I guess there are a hundred thousand sinful things that Jesus wouldn't do
You tell me about Heaven, how just his love allows it
Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you

Just fevered delirious/ Rubber-legged in lust and solemn sworn to sodomy
And love/ penetrating cut/ ever-vexed rub and satisfaction snuff
The one that I have had to meet

The people of this world want complex pleasures
Puppies and ice cream and low dogmatic lectures
The needy fear the maker of the ballotine
I died of dehydration after all that salivating

I guess there are a hundred thousand other girls who'd like to put it through
You tell me about Heaven, how your love disallows it
Jesus never loved me the way I want you to
No Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you

Just/ I know it isn't just/ There's just one kind of love that holds up to your scrutiny
Just silly trifles but I haven't had enough
Of holding out for hammered hands to spill their blood on me

Now every night I'm praying that I find you
Folded arms and frowning on a faith that's gone behind you
Or Mother Mary in the nachos in the toilet bowl
It's hard to nail a Mona Lisa smile with all that water flow

I guess there are a hundred thousand pilgrims who would like to see it too
I'll keep a candle burning, and a gilded shrine to house it
Still Jesus never loves me the way I want you to
Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you