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Endtime Hymns

by The Cheyenne Brando

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1.
Deer Park 04:24
Guess my brain is a wishing machine Southpaw son, gap-toothed dunce Walking around in plastic land Is this the note you left for me A shopping list of what’s for free Give to love with empty hands Took a walk where the geese are dumb Where the deer get killed just for fun Never leave the house again I will see you soon In a life with new rules Polaroids stain like the moon Sad as monkeys in a zoo Presley records, drunken afternoons Stay up all night inventing stories Of troubadours and troubled girls (Suicides in cheap motels) Guess my brain is a wishing machine Undoing you, undoing me (All the kings horses, and all the kings thieves) I will see you soon In a life of kinder truths
2.
Samsonite 03:55
Meet me at the nunnery It’s 1989 Iron gates and ivy walls The sisters in decline You look just like a nymph Green velvet on your hips I am gray paisley boy With hair like Robert Smith We listen to The Head on the Door And smoke twelve clove cigarettes New Jersey let us go You see we’re cool as shit I know it’s over I know it’s done We let go without a fight Now our hearts are Samsonite Meet me at the haunted ruins Of the lunatic asylum Where veterans of all the wars Are dead or slowly dying Take a picture of me here Light that never ends We don’t know what love is But we love the Violent Femmes Make me up in eyeliner And let’s crash the car again A perfect day for bannanfish It’s so great to pretend I know it’s over I know it’s done We let go without a fight Now our hearts are Samsonite Wonder where my wonder went In 1993 Drinking in a Paris bar And pissing in the Seine Can’t even write a postcard To the end of a century Can’t remember anything But the time of disbelief Amy what’s become of us What was our history Love, love will tear us apart But it’ll never set us free I know it’s over I know it’s done We let go without a fight Now our hearts are Samsonite
3.
Eden where have you gone With your dark shades so on Tried to figure you out You were gone Richard my friend A suicidal bend Off on a notion Then you were gone Torn to reach you Lost inside a dream Virginia with stones in her pockets Slips into a stream Steven my friend Dead of amphetamine A love for the white horse And Codeine Torn to reach you My dear and fatal friends zero and zero is nothing Zero gain Eden where have you gone With your dark shades so on Tried to figure you out You were gone
4.
No Weight 03:02
God what a mess in my honeycomb head The road less travelled has left me near dead Halving blue pills on the kitchen counter The ice caps melt as the clock ticks louder I, I feel no weight I, I feel no weight Nerves of God run through the top of my skull But the pretty boys of New York are so dull Run into my heart, down to my toes It’s a Catholic novena to the Christ in my bones I, I feel no weight I, I feel no weight Ask me for a fetish, I say I don’t know Tie you to this birch tree with a handful of rope Love is not direct, a perversion of desire A terrible energy running through the top of my skull I, I feel no weight I, I feel no weight
5.
Poisonhead 03:30
I’m on a manic upswing Be sure to catch me when I fall I’m thinking way too fast Like a bullet through the wall of my head I’m on a manic upswing Be sure to catch me when I fall My blood is supernova Disease and overdose yeah Coming at you with vampire teeth and a rose I’m thinking way too fast Like a bullet through the wall of my head It could do me no harm It could do me so much harm It could do me no harm It could do me so much harm I sing the body electric I erase what I just said No one’s on my perfect wavelength No one’s in my poison head It could do you so much harm It’ll do you no harm at all It could do you so much harm It’ll do you no harm at all I’m on a manic upswing Be sure to catch me when I fall I’m thinking way too fast Like a bullet through the wall of my head
6.
Everyone under fire Everyone seeking love Sacrifice we offer Blood is there on the cross No time is the right time x 4 Looking for my young Jean Seberg Looking for my Joan of Arc Sixteen flares sent skyward From your blue ocean eyes Think of love as a passage A place where loneliness dies No time is the right time x 4 Looking for my young Jean Seberg Looking for my Joan of Arc Chapel walls show the angels Winged ones who will fall Into lust into fire Blood is there on the cross No time is the right time Out of the world, lost in you
7.
Lost my light, lost my heart Lost my way right from the start Tried to dream of halcyon Ended up as a hollow man The fields are burning, the sky is dread I lost my weight, I lost my breath I do believe I’ve come to the end Still I’m the happiest man alive Yes I’m the happiest man alive I cracked my skull, I forgot my name I lost all memory, I felt insane A swarm of locusts, a world of woe I dress in black, I scare the crows I had some money, I did some blow I lost it all, and I missed the boat I do believe I’m just like Job Still I’m the happiest man alive Yes I’m the happiest man alive Lost my light, lost my heart Lost my way right from the start Tried to dream of halcyon Ended up as a hollow man
8.
How did we lose The gifts that were given Norwegian wood And youth of oblivion Can you hear me now Through the static of time The world wars won The vultures and carrion Was there a time Of empires and galleons Ships full of hope And our frontier stallions The oceans and sands Erase the footprints of man There’s a long-distance call From the ghosts of Buchenwald From the book burning fires To the bombs of the Weathermen Long Distances x 3 Did I conquer your heart Did you die of my fever Her infinite reach But I did not receive her Can you hear me now Through the static of time The bones have been picked The centuries die There’s a long-distance call From the ghosts of Buchenwald From the book burning fires To the bombs of the Weathermen Long distances x 3
9.
Scotch plaid skirts and pencil cases A boarding school girl with chapstick traces Catcher in the Rye, her favorite pages Yeah Chalkboard talk, it's summer somewhere Thoughts have wings, go where they dare Smoke in the stairwell, listen to Big Star Yeah Her bare knees are just like honey Sometimes they bruise when she falls It's just the privacy of Lucy That wants to suffer like a poem She has friends but none to speak of Parents call once a week Listen to Bowie and Television Yeah The moon is hung with such sad wishes A girl of sixteen can seem ridiculous Feel like a woman between her hips Oh Yeah Her bare knees are just like honey Sometimes they bruise when she falls It's just the privacy of Lucy That wants to suffer like a poem Homecoming game in November She sits in the cold and tries to remember Franny and Zooey and how it made her feel How can we live without a soulmate How many years before it's too late Will she ever leave and forget that she was here?
10.
Methadone 04:20
You took your time There in the backseat A New York taxi Saying goodbye to Alphabet City Don’t look around Like Dylan in the movie Cooler than you could be Oh wayfarer eyes, you’ll never be free And ask yourself What happened to the little girl Lost in her own world Of mason jars and butterflies Please don't ask me why Just look into my empty eyes Give me what I came here for I know it only lasts awhile I know what's free can cost a life Give me time, I'll get it right Methadone A soul on ice Chillin’ with the smack freaks Starin’ at the TV A pornographic Christmas tree Don’t ask yourself Who’ll raise the baby I’m not what I could be I had dreams, but I am crazy I wanna go home But I’m stuck in reverse A clinic for the hurt Switching myself to methadone Please don't ask me why Just look into my empty eyes Give me what I came here for I know it only lasts awhile I know what's free can cost a life Give me time, I'll get it right Methadone

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A moody atmospheric contemplation of addiction, self-realization, history's veils, and mythical femme fatals. Intelligence with a strong Eighties inspired backbone.

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released June 19, 2019

Vocals and instrumentation: Christian Hahn
Creative collaboration, production and mixing: Vincent Freeman at The Underground.

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