Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, glockenspiel, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass and tremoloa. And Eric Lyman who does not appear on this song. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and sings.

This is the tenth song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – STONE COLD

(Chorus)
Just a found body, Stone cold.
A found body, stone cold.
Such a pale body, stone cold.
A gray body, stone cold.

Through the darkness, all alone,
A mangled body’s shown.
No idea, how long,
This person’s been gone.

(Chorus)
Just a found body, Stone cold.
A found body, stone cold.
Such a pale body, stone cold.
A gray body, stone cold.

There’s a missing person’s report,
And a search party, as a last resort.
She was gone for, many a day.
And her family could only pray.

(Chorus)
Just a found body, Stone cold.
A found body, stone cold.
Such a pale body, stone cold.
A gray body, stone cold.

(Bridge)
And after several weeks of trying’
There was a hiker who wound up finding’
Her preserved corpse laying in the snow.
Oh how could this be so?

Her husband was left with just a few screws loose.
By her family, he stood accused,
For being guilty of her demise.
Now he hangs his head and cries.

(Chorus)
Just a found body, Stone cold.
A found body, stone cold.
Such a pale body, stone cold.
A gray body, stone cold.
Stone cold. Stone cold.
Stone cold. Stone cold.

Lyrics, cover art, photography, and design by Glen Goss.

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum

Stone Cold

Open Casket Road Show is a funeral folk band from Provo/Orem UT. The band was formulated in 2013 as some what of a side project of Glen Goss (front man of Delphic Quorum/percussionist of Waters Rising) and Eric Lyman (guitarist of Waters Rising) when the other half of their band Waters Rising moved away to CA for 6 years.
Upon the other 2 members return in 2019, OCRS again took a back seat to the extent of near non existence. And were only able to record 3 songs in the entire course of that 6 years, with only one live performance ever.  
This is the ninth song to be released off Open Casket Road Show's forthcoming album "Funeral Songs"
and the third time this song has been released. Includes lyrical acompaniment.

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW IS:

Glen Goss (Judas H. Chrypst) - Vocals/Lyrics/Autoharp/All Percussion,
Eric Lyman - Upright Bass/Air Organ/Toy Piano.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW - INFESTATION OF A HOLLOWED OUT PIECE OF WOOD

(1st VERSE)

There's a black hole that dwells beneath our ribs, it feeds off raw emotion.

In a bed of insects I try and get some rest, but they keep makin' their way through my ribs.

(CHORUS)

They all swarm towards black worms painted on my torso, I've been banded as their meat.

I'll paint a rose of blood on my open chest, pray for bugs replaced with blossoms.

(2nd VERSE)

My infested half corpse, a termite ridden log, maggots writhe through my most tender veins.

Fling a bursting bottle at the desk before me, a new remedy lays at my feet. 

Wallow on the carpet covered in broken glass, might as well embrace this mess I've made.

Oh I toss and turn yeah, to collect every clinging shard to slowly ease it's way on through my skin.

(CHORUS)

They all swarm towards black worms painted on my torso, I've been banded as their meat.

I'll paint a rose of blood on my open chest, pray for bugs replaced with blossoms.

(3rd VERSE)

My black hole's been filled with a concrete ball, to finally keep those insects out.
 
But once that holes' been filled I'm hardened to the core, to keep out anything at all. 

Infestation of a Hollowed-Out Piece of Wood

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass and chimes. And Eric Lyman on organ, piano, and toy piano. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and vocals.

This is the eighth song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – LIPS DIVINE

Caught chin deep, in a master plan,
As it’s end draws nearer, at my own hand.
And if only, the oath that I’d made my self…
Nights like these...*sigh...they wouldn’t mean…

Lips divine, touching mine,
Knowing this first will be too, the last time.

Lay in bed, with one of you on each side.
Times like these, don’t happen every night.
No this won’t go anywhere, I know that.
We’ll just hold on to this night, while it lasts.

Lips divine, touching mine,
Knowing this first will be too, the last time.
Lips divine, touching mine,
Knowing this first will be too, the last time.

I kissed a girl, knowing my day was near...

Dedicated to Scott Hughes

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum #utahlocalmusic

Lips Divine

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, glockenspiel, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass. And Eric Lyman on organ, piano, and toy piano. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and vocals.

This is the seventh song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – CHERUB

Please forgive me, for what I am about to do.
Please forgive me, this has nothing to do with you, 
To do with you, To do with you,
To do with you, To do with you,

(Chorus)
Too much goin’ on in my head.
Seems lately I’d be better off dead.
Such a pity, such a waste,
Bein’ squeezed out of life like a tube of tooth paste.

Judge sentence me, beyond what I’m able to bare.
Break up with me. Toss me aside without a care,
Without a care, Without a care,
Without a care, Without a care,

(Chorus)
Too much goin’ on in my head.
Seems lately I’d be better off dead.
Such a pity, such a waste,
Bein’ squeezed out of life like a tube of tooth paste.

(Bridge)
When I deliberately wrecked the car,
To leave you a pink cigar,
On the counter for you my love,
A cigarette covered in water and blood.

Pissing out my kidneys, is no way to celebrate 21.
To go out like the monks did, in a ball of flames, Forever stay young,
Forever stay young, Forever stay young,
Forever stay young, Forever stay young,

(Chorus)
Too much goin’ on in my head.
Seems lately I’d be better off dead.
Such a pity, such a waste,
Bein’ squeezed out of life like a tube of tooth paste.

(Bridge)
When I deliberately wrecked the car,
To leave you a pink cigar,
On the counter for you my love,
A cigarette covered in water and blood.

Lyrics, cover art, photography, and design by Glen Goss.
Dedicated to Sean Romero

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum #utahlocalmusic

Cherub

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, glockenspiel, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass. And Eric Lyman on organ and toy piano. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and vocals.

This is the sixth song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – BROKEN LITTLE PIECES

Little pieces of a broken heart, strewn across the floor.
Seems I’m failing at all my classes, can’t take much more.

Chorus
It’s all rite, I’ve my own will.
I got a little date with a bottle of pills.
It’s ok, who knew it would kill?
A big old pile of crushed Benadryl.
Once again, who knew it would kill?

Little pieces of a suicide note, lay tattered and torn.
I know this will probably hurt some of you, but please don’t mourn.

Chorus
It’s all rite, I’ve my own will.
I got a little date with a bottle of pills.
It’s ok, who knew it would kill?
A big old pile of crushed Benadryl.
Once again, who knew it would kill?

Bridge
Well I’m feelin’ unlucky tonight.
I know somethin’ just ain't rite.
No one to hold me tight.
Time to turn off all the lights.

Pieces of pharmaceuticals, strewn across the desk.
I realize this decision is final, but it’s for the best.

Chorus
It’s all rite, I’ve my own will.
I got a little date with a bottle of pills.
It’s ok, who knew it would kill?
A big old pile of crushed Benadryl.
Once again, who knew it would kill?
Once again, who knew it would kill?
Once again, who knew it would kill?
Once again, who knew it would kill?

Lyrics, cover art, photography, and design by Glen Goss.
Dedicated to Christopher NIchols

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum

Broken Little Pieces

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, glockenspiel, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass. And Eric Lyman who does not appear on this song. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and sings.

This is the fifth song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – THE BRIGHTEST STARS ARE THE FIRST TO FADE

Seems if you wanna last the longest, 
You don’t have to be faithful, don’t have to be strongest.
I think there’s an unspoken law,
You gotta be the biggest thorn in the craw.
Whoever said nice guys finish last,
They never had as big of a pain in the ass.
Every arrogant mean old cuss,
Is bound to outlive the rest of us.

Chorus
Hey now, hey now, hey now, 
The brightest stars are the first to fade.

He had a crowd at his finger tips,
Devouring every word from his lips.
He wrote inspirational lyrics,
They’d scream along as they’d hear it.
When he performed it always brought a crowd,
Who knew all the words and sang out loud.
One night he was feeling brave,
And accidentally drowned in an underground cave.

Chorus
Hey now, hey now, hey now, 
The brightest stars are the first to fade.

Bridge
Well I wish that was the only one,
Who I knew that lived fast and died young.
Well that list is ever so long,
Of bright stars who’ve already passed on.

He was always such an inspiration.
He’d speak his word without hesitation.
He was always full of good advice,
‘Til one night his car hit a patch of black ice.
He was thrown out of the car,
His body was found not vary far.
One more to add to the list,
Who’ve been cheated out of this existence.

Chorus
Hey now, hey now, hey now, 
The brightest stars are the first to fade.

Dedicated to Blake Donner and Art Hatfield
Lyrics, cover art, photography, and design by Glen Goss.

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum

The Brightest Stars Are The First To Fade

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, glockenspiel, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass. And Eric Lyman on organ, piano, and toy piano. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and vocals.

This is the fourth song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – COLD FRONT

Warm, the day it was warm, 
Light and bright outside, as the coffin’s borne.
Crowd, there was quite a crowd. 
All dressed up in black. Not a single cloud.

Hand in death’s hand, she’d been trudging on.
Hand in death’s hand she keeps walking.
Hand in death’s hand, she’d keep trudging on.
Hand in death’s hand she keeps walking.

Cold, her daddy was cold.
Every one who spoke that day, they spoke cold.
Empty, the bishop was empty,
All the bishop had to say was just empty.

Hand in death’s hand, she’d been trudging on.
Hand in death’s hand she keeps walking.
Hand in death’s hand, she’d keep trudging on.
Hand in death’s hand she keeps walking.

Rain, she always hoped that it would rain, oh when she died.

Stormy, suddenly it was stormy.
A bright and sunny day within moments it was stormy,
But not until, after the crowd had left,
Back on to the church for some refreshments.

Hand in death’s hand, she’d keep trudging on.
Hand in death’s hand she keeps walking.
Hand in death’s hand, she’d keep trudging on.
Hand in death’s hand she keeps walking.

Only 3 of us remained, but still at least it rained,
Oh when she died.

Lyrics, cover art, photography, and design by Glen Goss.
Dedicated to Brittany Mae Leffeler

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum #utahlocalmusic

Cold Front

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass and chimes. And Eric Lyman on organ. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and vocals.

This is the third song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – SUSPENDED IN A NIGHTMARE

I...I could lie motionless.
Lie...like a corpse in a casket.

(Chorus)
All the time that I wind up sleeping,
The odd hours that I been keeping,
Remain suspended in a nightmare,
Awaken to nothing there.

You...you could stand still.
Like...a ghost in the hallway.

(Chorus)
All the time that you’ve been sleeping,
The odd hours that you’ve been keeping,
Remain suspended in a nightmare,
Awaken to nothing there.

(Bridge)
And there is nothing left to describe the way I feel.
Please wave a magic wand and make this all seem real.
Living life on all these meds is sure no way to be.
Give me that cold release and I’ll finally be free.

We...we can fall like a shadow,
Awaiting for the master to move his head.

(Chorus)
All the time that we wind up sleeping,
The odd hours that we’ve been keeping,
Remain suspended in a nightmare,
Awaken to nothing there.

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum #utahlocalmusic

Suspended In A Nightmare

Open Casket Road Show is a funeral folk band from Provo/Orem UT. The band was formulated in 2013 as some what of a side project of Glen Goss (front man of Delphic Quorum/percussionist of Waters Rising) and Eric Lyman (guitarist of Waters Rising) when the other half of their band Waters Rising moved away to CA for 6 years.
Upon the other 2 members return in 2019, OCRS again took a back seat to the extent of near non existence. And were only able to record 3 songs in the entire course of that 6 years, with only one live performance ever.  
This was the second song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forthcoming album "Funeral Songs"
and technically the third time this song has been released.
With lyrical accompaniment.

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW IS:

Glen Goss (Judas H. Chrypst) - Vocals/Lyrics/Autoharp/All Percussion,
Eric Lyman - Upright Bass/Air Organ/Toy Piano.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – RESIDENCE 6’ BELOW

Makin’ my way to the grave as though headin’ to work.
Trading my last day here up for what it’s worth.
Scalped from the forehead to the base of my spine,
Sliced along the spinal column, gutted from behind.

Daily occupation is investment just to pay,
My rent, room, and board 6 below the grave.
My entrails leave a trail, to where I lay.
Never in peace, never in peace, here. 

#funeralmusic #folkmusic  #funeralsongs #OpenCasketRoadShow #folksong #folkmusic #folkmusician #funerallive #funerales #funeraldance #judashchrypst #GlenGossMusic

Residence Six Below

Open Casket Road Show are a 2 piece project from Provo/Orem UT featuring Glen Goss (AKA Judas H. Chrypst) on autoharp, vocals, percussion, cello, melodica, glockenspiel, jaw harp, and on this recording, upright bass and metal chain inside a metal cup to set the rhythm. And Eric Lyman who does not appear on this song. On the rare ocasion that they perform live Eric plays the upright bass and Glen plays autoharp and sings.

This is the first song to be released off of Open Casket Road Show's forth coming album "Funeral Songs" along with lyrical accompaniment.

Lyrics:

OPEN CASKET ROAD SHOW – THE LONE ROAD

I chose my roads, I chose to walk alone,
And as all roads go, my road has closed,

I chose the lone road, I chose the lone road,
Lord knows where a soul goes, when you’ve chose the lone road.

Lord though, you aint there, someone, hear my last prayer.
Teeth ground, bones bare, my road just lead there.

I chose the lone road, I chose the lone road,
Lord knows where a soul goes, when you’ve chose the lone road.

Pierced flesh, the skin torn, the peers loved, the peers scorned,
Death’s why we’re born, no devil, no lord.

I chose the lone road, I chose the lone road,
Lord knows where a soul goes, when you’ve chose the lone road.

Meat hangin’, from the bones, decayin’ slowly erode.
Trees swayin’, the wind blows, grass makin’ it’s way through the bones.

I chose the lone road, I chose the lone road,
Lord knows where a soul goes, when you’ve chose the lone road.

My eyes, sunken in, realize, consequence.
If my demise, was recompense, for my lies and all my sins.
I do this by my own grace, as I reap shall I embrace.
As I reap shall I embrace.
As I reap shall I embrace.
As I reap shall I embrace.
As I reap shall I embrace.

#folksong #darkfolk #opencasketroadshow #judashchrypst #musicalbum #utahlocalmusic

The Lone Road

The Open Casket Road Show is a "funeral folk minimalist" project formed by members of post punk band WATERS RISING, after the other 2 members moved to California for 6 years.  Featuring singer/songwriter Glen Goss (Judas H. Chrypst) on auto-harp, vocals, and most percussion, and Eric Lyman on upright bass, organ, toy piano, and other keys.

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