Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass 
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio 
Audio samples taken from Televangelist Asking For Money (Youtube video, 39,999 Views), Ask the Exorcist: “What country has the most demonic influence and people possessed by the devil?"(Youtube video, Bob Larson... The REAL Exorcist!), and Speaking In Tongues (Youtube video, VideoDVD3).

Lyrics:

Take my hand and follow me 
Swallow my electricity 
Sit down, listen, do not speak 
Blessed are those who believe 

Hear the voice without a face 
Genuflect before the stage 
Prepare to demonstrate your faith 
Pray to the lord to take it all away 

If you pray… 
If you pray… 

In the blood of the lamb turn away 
Sins are not the only thing to be saved 
In no prophet but profit do I feel my faith 
Like a camel through a needle, I’ll see you anyway 

The manipulation age has passed 
But manipulate the ancient past 
And feel the gaze of the heavenly clasp 
Upon the coinpurse of the holy mass 

Feel the spirit of the lord so close 
Come and feel the holy ghost 
Touch your faith and feel alone 
Only with donation can you break 

From the same 
Every day 

In the blood of the lamb turn away 
Sins are not the only thing to be saved 
In no prophet but profit do I feel my faith 
Like a camel through a needle, I’ll see you anyway 

Are you bathed in the blood of christ?! 
Are you foregoing all your vice?! 
Would you lay down your life?! 
Is there anything you wouldn’t buy for me?! 

Are you bathed in the blood of christ?! (I am!) 
Are you foregoing all your vice?! (I am!) 
Are you ready to lay down your life?! (I am!) 
Is there anything you wouldn’t buy for me?! (No sir!) 

Buy for me 
Buy for me 
Anything you wouldn’t believe 
Speak in tongues 
Grab your young 
Grab your serpents 
Aaaagh! 
I speak in the tongue 
Of the snake 
For the donations 
You shall be saved 
Remove your sins 
In the flame 
Baptised in ashes 
This is a fucking wake 

A fucking wake 
A fucking wake 
A fucking wake 
A fucking wake (Join me brother, mother, sister, child, everyone!) 
A fucking wake (Follow me, follow me, in the blood of the lamb!) 
A fucking wake 

Lose yourself! Destroy this fucking tent! Be born again! Lose yourselves my children! Give in to everything you want and it shall manifest! Be born again in the funeral pyre of whoever you were before! Be bathed in the blood of the last! Be bathed in the blood of the lamb, of the enemy! Be bathed in the blood of anyone! Anyone I say! I am your God! I am your fucking God! I am your fucking God! I am your fucking God!

A Reprise From Repose

Holy Ghost Town

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass 
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio 
Audio samples taken from the final interview of Anton Szandor LaVey

Lyrics:

Hold your hand as you fall down
Make from paper birds a crown
Turn your heartache inside out
My soul requires no audience

Fold yourself into a form
Lay and let the ocean swarm
Take you from the heat and warmth
And down with all your innocence

Twist your tongue into a braid
Turn your heart to vibrant shades
Clasp your hands and reach to pray
From your holy Macedon

God is in your cigarettes
House covered in minarets
Corpses dancing pirouettes 
All the way to Babylon

Hold on tightly
Dreaming of the snow
Hold on tightly
Scream into the soul
Hold on tightly
Hello, goodbye, hello
Hold on tightly
Watching as you go

Bleeding hearts so proudly weep
Lay down at your father’s feet
Pull up the remains and leave
Keep them in the floor

Monoliths do not remain
Mercenary lethargy
What could be your sacred name?
Meet me not in war

Silhouettes of dead machines
Pharaohs’ statuettes unclean
Draining from the oily sheen
Upon the backs of traitors

The unending caravan
See them as they walk the ash
No one can hold on to that
We are all invaders

Hold on tightly
Dreaming of the snow
Hold on tightly
Scream into the soul
Hold on tightly
Hello, goodbye, hello
Hold on tightly
Watching as you go

Watch as I coagulate
Hold me down and count my names
Bring me to the point I break
Before the old cadaver

Throw my corpse into the sand
Leave my body where I stand
Gorgons’ heads confuse my plans
There’s no death in anger

Who pretends to lie alone?
Dissipate into the foam
Rebirth is so monochrome
Over onto Oberon

I could sell myself a death
Vertigo, my only friend
Carrying my hopelessness
All the way to Babylon

All The Way To Babylon

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio
Audio samples taken from the final interview of Anton Szandor LaVey (property of the Church of Satan)

Lyrics:

N/A

Innocence (In A Sense)

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio

Lyrics:

I'm laying on a bed beneath a crucifix
Looking at colors that do not exist
Looking at words upon my lips
Listening to birds and my hotel room shift

I feel like lighting a fire
I feel like memories are useless
I'm falling higher
I'm fading, oh, I'm fading fast…

We bury all of our own ashes
In a way, in a word, in a home
We kill all of our friends tonight
When we sleep, we sleep alone

I'm laying on a bed in a New Orleans motel
Or is it an apartment? I'm too far gone to tell
To tell you my story from deep in a well
I cried out to you, in the night…

I feel like burning my papers
When I'm gone I have no use for a name
This is my body buried beneath the pavement
With gold teeth and posed like a saint

We bury all of our own ashes
In a way, in a word, in a home
We kill all of our friends tonight
When we sleep, we sleep alone

We make all of our own passions
Out of Prometheus’ clay
We terrified our last design
And our vultures ran away

We bury all of our own ashes
In a way, in a word, in a home
We kill all of our friends tonight
When we sleep, we sleep alone

Colors

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio
Audio samples taken from Peter Curran's 1998 interview of Jeff Mangum (property of Peter Curran)

Lyrics:

Trapped in the trailer park that you were born in
With the vultures encircling your carry-on cadavers
All in your suitcase stuffed in the train car
That you have resigned to hang yourself out of
The river, the water, all sparkling din
With the matriarch insect redirecting larvae
All in your eye sockets, drinking the milk of your
Eyes and your stomach and spine

And it was here that I saw you, up on a screen
For a frame and a moment awaiting atonement
Amidst all the prettiest blues and greens
My goldaline, girl on the screen
And your spine shown through your eyes like heaven
And I saw it shrink and crackle in the sun
You taught me so much, from your home in the dust
You told me I should be someone
Someone who'd remember you
Someone who'd remember me
Someone who'd remember you
Someone who'd remember me

Caught in the stickiest sinew of spiders
Who wrap all their predators in holy godivas
Where snakes slip and slither through knots like the animals 
tie in their fur for illusions of sanity
All in the wings of a terrible avian
Taunting your jar from the view of an alien
Do you think the zebra thinks it's in the wild
Or do you think, like us, they're all just pretending to run
Away

And in the moment the animal grew to adapt
To the synapses stuck in it’s stew
And the fire it burned all around us
I never lied when I said I lit the flame
Because I wanted someone like you
Someone who'd remember you
Someone who'd remember me
Someone who'd remember you
Someone who'd remember me

Come lay down beside my coffin
Sleep my darling for the flood will
Wash away the sins we loved and
We will turn to smiling authors
Of the haphazard world that were left with when
All is left behind
They will not remember me
They will not remember me
They will not remember me
Promise to remember me
They will not remember me
Promise to remember me

If the winters get cold eat my body
If the village gets bored sell my bones
If the fire in the stones or your heart starts to die
Then throw me aboard for the cause
Sweet communist, use me 
To fuel your redemption
Sell me or my drachma for your resurrection
Just leave me a legacy 
That's all I need for you to have done for me

They will not remember me
Maybe they'll remember you
But if you remember me
Then I will carry on
Then I will carry on
My memories will fade with me
But at least I'll carry on



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Letter To An Author

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio

Lyrics:

I woke up this morning in the back of a red ‘68 Camaro
In the parking lot of a Tennessee Motel 6
The sun was beating down, the radio was loud
But all it ever played was static

I was wearing the torn up remnants of a funeral suit
Whether it was meant for a guest or a corpse I never knew
The dashboard was covered in ads for Colma, California
And the empty glove box was tied open by a noose

The driver's seat was empty, the passenger’s was filled with broken glass
The windows were all dirty, but they were mostly intact
There was a bit of blood on the back seat that wasn't mine
The floor was kind of dirty but the leather seating was alright

Broken Glass (Interlude)

Storyteller

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio

Lyrics:

The Volga’s black tonight, the city lights up red
We clutch the railings as the boats lurch towards the city of the dead
The turncoats bodies floating back across the water
To be buried in a shallow unmarked grave by the reds

We reach the shores of Stalingrad, with one gun for two men
Charge into the battle as the bombs burst on and on above your heads
Run to the foe and die an honorable death 
For mother Russia and the guns behind your head

Carry onward, march until your bodies line the roads
Carry onward, the bombs are bursting on all on their own
Carry onward, the stars are watching your glory
For your great leader and for your motherland

The sniper sights are glowing red with the blood along the streets                                        
Hours turn to days, and days turn into weeks, and years
We hold the little shred of hope at decimation all our homes are gone
The snow is clinging onto blood and dead men’s clothes


We have no other place to go, we have no other place to go
Our comrades left us all alone with our limbs and organs falling out                       
My arm’s been gone for a week or two and now
I just don’t feel it anymore, I just don’t feel it when I drown

Carry onward, march until your bodies line the roads
Carry onward, the bombs are bursting on all on their own
Carry onward, the stars are watching your glory
For your great leader and for your motherland

The lucky ones are the dead
The lucky ones are the dead

I watched the life fade from your eyes
I kissed humanity goodbye
Everything is cannabalized
Right in that space between your eyes!

I watched the life fade from your eyes
I kissed humanity goodbye
Everything is cannabalized
Right in that space between your eyes!

I watched the life fade from your eyes
I kissed humanity goodbye
Everything is cannabalized
Right in that space between your eyes!

Your eyes...

Carry onward, march until your bodies line the roads
Carry onward, the bombs are bursting on all on their own
Carry onward, the stars are watching your glory
For your great leader and for your motherland

Carry onward, march until your bodies line the roads
Carry onward, the bombs are bursting on all on their own
Carry onward, the stars are watching your glory
For your great leader and for your motherland

Stalingrad

Credits:

Written and performed by Joseph Snodgrass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at RAT TRAP's Basement Studio

Lyrics:

Psychopomp, my darling
Woke up to a corpse this morning
Well the windows walk when ghosts may speak
The Locke and key on holy seas
And all the reasons bodies lie
The streets are paved with cyanide
Thus spoke the sparrow cauterized
Now kill away the honored eyes
With cigarettes and blackened veins
The altar stood betwixt the flames
And there my darling rest her head
Corrupted coffins, maid of flesh

She told me seven names
Fleshmetal implements
Surgery can now commence
I cut their souls in twain
Determined, of the ashes born
Christ is lamb, and he is shorn

Psychopomp, my darling
Where the eiderdowns are calling
Between blood and pumping servitors
Automatons and early lore
Oh how I remember you
Secrets sleep in closing truths
The avarice, amygdaloid
Within the vast cerebral void
Where trumpets play to herald
The arrival of a fallen maze
That drowns out sanity
In this auto-da-fe

She told me seven names
Fleshmetal implements
Surgery can now commence
I cut their souls in twain
Determined, of the ashes born
Christ is lamb, and he is shorn

Psychopomp, my darling
When you leave me behind
Carry me with you
For I will fade and die
Floating in the ashes
Are the pieces of a god
I jettisoned to open the lion
That we are
Psychopomp, my darling
Will you go when I am stayed?
When the caverns have collapsed
And all the ropes have worn and frayed
Psychopomp, my darling
There is blood all on the walls
When I grow up, I want to be
Like you nothing at all

Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

Psychopomp

The Gustav Railway Band is an indie/alt rock project which incorporates elements of folk, punk, and sometimes even metal. Started by Joseph Snodgrass (RAT TRAP, Joseph Snodgrass) in 2018. 

I write, perform, record, mix, and master everything I do on my own, in my tiny home studio with only a single 2 input interface, so anything you could do to help me out would be pretty cool. There's a link in my links section for my Bandcamp, where you can buy my stuff if you want.

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