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Rock Mass Rodeo

by The Songs of Tom Smith

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The Lord He Gives and the Lord He Takes 03:20
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They gave me a band and my audience was rockin’ The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes My guitar got stolen and my songs were forgotten The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes I’m begging in the streets but I got a new guitar I put out my hat and I’m singing from the heart I don’t even want your money but you just pass me by The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes In a sunny new town I got friends to meet The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes Wherever I am I struggle to keep m The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes I get a job helping the wretched and the poor Take the money til I can’t stand the sight of m no more Thy trust me with their troubles but I steal all their stories The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes Bridge Was I not born of God? Am I not of his kin? Is not his seed inside me that I am never free of sin? Am I not of his family can he not hear my din? Am I not of his kind that I am never free of sin? You gave me a child and Freedom was her name The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes All I could ever do was just turn her away The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes Through the crowd I see a familiar face No one talks to me, it’s getting hard hard to take Is my loneliness so contagious The Lord He gives and the Lord He takes
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Broad is the Road, Wide is the Gate 04:03
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Someone in this Church will burn, they know who they are Hiding in the shadows, doorway dark When I offer salvation, come streaming down the aisles Confessing and repenting the lie (works every time) CHORUS Hell hath no discretion to measure or give weight Broad is the road, wide is the gate Wretched sinners are saved; the well-versed ones don’t count Blocking the door half in half out I/pound that halfway Christian, my/sledgehammer high Knock him down, let that sinner inside (works every time) CHORUS I pray for God to smite you down with a vengeful fist Why dread me so if he don’t exist Deliver me this infidel, that sinner makes haste to hide Into every town when I ride (works every time) Spiritual prospects poisoned and your family’s in turn Do you want to meet them in Heaven or burn? When he/comes begging for Mercy/see him beg and cry Come to the Revival Meeting tonight (works every time) CHORUS Hell hath no discretion to measure or give weight Broad is the road, wide is the gate Hell hath no discretion to measure or give weight Only destruction awaits Bridge The Prosperous and the Pauper of any race you choose The Sovereign and his servant, the conundrum and the clue Baptist, Bretheren, the Gentille and the Jew Learned and unlettered in the pulpit and the pew CHORUS Hell hath no discretion to measure or give weight Broad is the road, wide is the gate Hell hath no discretion to measure or give weight Only destruction awaits
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Camp it Up Cowboy 03:39
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Big John Wayne said I was/out of my/depth I couldn’t mount a horse let alone/ride Expect me to have a fight scene with that little pipsqueak Don’t make me laugh cos I’ll just make him/cry CHORUS Camp it up cowboy/let everybody/know Cowboy, you don’t have to ride/alone Howdy Pardner take the reins, we’re homos on the range Camp it up cowboy you don’t/have to ride/alone The crew laughed and drank and made sure it was known A man is rough and ready as he is coarse I couldn’t sit around and smoke and be in on the jokes To me it all just felt a little forced CHORUS Nothing’s put together better than a/well-made/gun A Swiss watch maybe or a woman if you/must Lets compare pistols, on my barrel whet your whistle Press my trigger, let’s blow off in the/dust
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Son of the Preacher 04:00
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I’m the son of the Preacher, I go to the Grammar School Collect my Speech Night prizes I understand the rules When I can’t fake my tests, I pretend I don’t care Leave me to my devices/when the shame’s too much to bear CHORUS God has faith in me, hark the tolling bells I choose my own path like Hell I even care God has faith in me, he lets me run free I won’t be forgivin’ him; he won’t b forgivin’ me I’m the son of the Preacher, no one dares to blame I unlock the vestry, steal the collection plate With whiskey and a bag of weed I guess we got so fresh Leave me to my devices and we/fuck on the altar steps CHORUS I’m the son of the Preacher, I ran away from home Parish is undisturbed nobody noticed me gone I stand up in the pulpit, see what I get away with Leave me to my devices/I scream out for Satan
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Giddy Up For God, Saddle Up For Satan 04:06
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When a cowboy’s too old to set a bad example He knows how to tell a story Swear to God and ride like the Devil You’re not in it for the glory The rodeo clown does a little dance You can’t keep trouble from visiting But you don’t offer it a chair A cowboy’s gotta do what a cowboy’s gotta do Smell that country air! The rodeo clown does a little dance CHORUS Giddy up for God Saddle up for Satan When you hit the hard ground It’s the one and the same Giddy up for God Saddle up for Satan Hope that rodeo clown Is up for the chase I was almost at the 8 second whistle My foot in the stirrup stuck My head ended up underneath the horse’s hooves And he just kept on bucking The rodeo clown does a little dance When I was in the coma I dreamt I was a horse They saddled me up to be tamed Just like the doctors came to my rescue There’s horses that need to be saved The rodeo clown does a little dance We get the horses off the slaughter trucks There’s no horse that couldn’t be rode Too wild for the average trainer There’s no rider that can’t be throwed The rodeo clown does a little dance I gave up rodeo now I train horses And they said I’d never ride! You’re as close to nature as you’ll ever be To get the trust of a horse that’s wild The rodeo clown does a little dance
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The Lord is King, He Knows I'm a Queen 04:23
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My brother loved my preaching, said my sermons were beautiful He’d go kill an insect and I’d give it a funeral Left school at 15 to be a Baptist Preacher Get married said my pastor to resolve your feelings Relations with men they’re just youthful exploration You’re not a homosexual just a man led astray Feelings overcome me and it’s causing me trouble So I married his daughter and I learned to love her CHORUS The Lord Almighty’s King; I’m a lowdown dirty queen He died for what matters; He died for my sins The Lord is King; I’m a Queen and he’s glad for me He died for my sins not my sexuality Pentecostals never preached on sex You might have sinned but God forgives and forgets But when my Church found out, I was forced to leave Goodbye to your parish, just ignore your feelings I sat in a bath, I slit my wrists Because I’m gay I can’t be a Christian Because of who I am You can’t hear my prayer I heard Him say I love you I heard Him say I care CHORUS My friend got arrested lewd and lascivious behavior Slapped a man on the butt just like a football player does I’m waiting for my chance God, waiting for you to bless me Start a Church for a Lesbian and Gay fellowship
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Truckin' For Jesus 04:06
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CHORUS Truckin’ for Jesus, coast to coast Truckin’ for Jesus with the Holy Ghost Truckin for Jesus, lost in the night When the good book is open, it’s a road map for life I didn’t know what to tell the missus So she wouldn’t be suspicious Drove all the way back to town Naked from the waist down Cos a truck stop girl climbed in my seat Took off all my gear With my money and clothes escaped Hardly gonna give chase A lady of the night comes knocking Asking if you wanna get lucky Tell her to spare you the spiel Wanna reach out and cop a feel? An undercover cop, she’ll start swearing “ A hooker says come on I dare you Lord grant me speed I can’t stop That’s one way to make friends with a cop CHORUS Bridge I’m the last American Cowboy Out here on my own So much time to think God only knows I’m the last American cowboy Can’t get it out of my mind One step ahead of loneliness It follows me behind Eight ball sticker, red thumbs up This truck is available for hauling drugs Stay up all night try to score speed I’ll end up in Hell or asleep at the wheel I paid a truck stop girl a hundred bucks Just to read her scripture in the cabin of my truck I offered her food and Jesus’ love Yes she took the money, no I didn’t cum
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Dance With Death 05:37
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From generation to generation From father to son this Church goes down the line When Daddy got bitten by the snake We called no doctor just sat up and prayed Buried him dead deep in the mud I am Pastor now the Devil gets no rest That serpent poisoned Daddy’s blood Let it crawl on my skin, crawl on my flesh Pre-CHORUS Take up the snake the spirit awakes Stare the devil in the face Take up the snake the spirit awakes Dance with death, dance for your life Late night calls from the congregation Bearing witness to addiction and crime Why call me God to this vocation The factory in the day time, forsaken me at night Fell from the pulpit when a snake struck Doctor, do you think I will survive Promise me you won’t push your luck Give up handling snakes? I would rather die Pre CHORUS CHORUS Dance with death dance with Death, dance for your/life I gave up being Pastor in the end I hoard all my guns and my scores to settle If violence is a comfort I surrender Heroin, whores and give me heavy metal Only the righteous wrangle snakes It’s a rattler in my hands or a needle in my arm Like the spirit that rose Jesus from the grave In this religion I was born and raised

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Come Camp it up with the Cowboy Preacher as he welcomes you into the sexually charged atmosphere of a Tent Revival Meeting.

It’s hilllbilly music, speaking in tongues, snake handling and fire and brimstone preaching. The freaks, queers and outcasts are trying to find their place.

Where do you belong, sinner?

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released November 29, 2019

The Songs of Tom Smith is a collective of musicians and friends in Brisbane, Adelaide, Sydney and Melbourne who gather for live performances and recordings. This album was recorded by a regular and longstanding Brisbane combination:

Tom Smith (guitar, vocals)
Simon Linke (double bass, vocals)
Melanie Twidale (drums)
Simon Bennet (guitar)
Marc Cheesman (guitar, vocals)

Recorded and mixed by Cam Smith at Incremental Records Coorparoo, Qld, 2019

Tom would like to thank fellow freaks and outcasts John Beamish, Dale Peachey, Steve Redman, Dwight Wood and Kai O’Brien for jamming these songs in their early stages and for their ideas and input.


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The Songs of Tom Smith is a recording and performance project created by Tom in 2012. It has a large pool of musicians across Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide.

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