We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Burst Open by Venice Gas House Trolley

by Venice Gas House Trolley

supported by
xxxregerxxx
xxxregerxxx thumbnail
xxxregerxxx Such an underrated band. More people need to experience this. Saw them live many times and each time was different and amazing. Favorite track: Busted And Wasted.
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Holy Man 03:29
Mr. Holy Man I came a cross a sadhu in Kathmandhu, Said “Hey Mr. Sadhu, how do you do?” Where do you sit and where do you stay? Up on the mountaintop and far away. Hey Mr. Holy Man Holy Holy Holy Man Hey Mr. Holy Man I came across a hippie on Koh Pang Ghan, Said “Hey Mr. Hippie, don’t be puttin’ me on.” Where do you dance and what do you seek? Over by the ocean on that endless beach. Hey Mr. Holy Man Holy Holy Holy Man Hey Mr. Holy Man I saw her hoopin’ under the moon, Said “Hey Sister Twirl, you're makin’ me swoon.” Where do you sleep and where do you lay? On a bed of flowers near a tie-dyed bay. Hey Mr. Holy Man Holy Holy Holy Man Hey Mr. Holy Man
2.
Busted And Wasted Twisted Tangled Threatened Blind Wordlessly Howling So Hard to be kind Busted and Wasted Wasted and Busted Stuck: A Downturn Adrift: A Gale Lost: A Moonstone Expected to fail Busted and Wasted Wasted and Busted (4x) Known Crazy The next one in line Piece Puzzle Statistic of crime Candy apple: At midnight Breath: A moth Dung heap: For dunces Chinese lilac laced broth Femur Us Collarbone Glue Ulna Uvula Spokes trued askew Known Crazy The next one in line Piece Puzzle Statistic of crime Busted and Wasted Wasted and Busted
3.
Layin' Low 04:11
Layin' Low A Rastafarian viper, He told me where to go I was shootin’ dice down Kingston way Layin’ low in Mon-ti-go Drinkin’ rum out of co-co-nuts Tryin’ to dance that voodoo out If you wanna go to Mama’s Place Take the path up to the right If you wanna go to Mama’s Place Take the path up to the right See the Big Man on the hill You know he’s gonna treat you nice See the Big Man on the hill You know he’s gonna treat you nice A Rastafarian viper, He’s told me who to know I was playin’ cards down Freetown way Layin’ low in Mon-ti-go Drinkin’ rum out of coco-nuts Tryin’ to dance that voodoo out When I get on up to Mama’s Place Gonna stir that big stew pot When I get on up to Mama’s Place Gonna stir that big stew pot Tell the Big Man on the hill A little voodoo makes the night feel hot Tell the Big Man on the hill A little voodoo makes the night feel hot A little voodoo makes the night feel hot
4.
Burst Open (Dance) Fly and ride sister trip, Surf on the crest of the wave wall Shoot down a hundred thousand miles an hour glide Moan through the disembodied mourning of self-expression Concealment. Burst open: a morning-gold explosion of multi-colored sparks Rays prismatic Chromatic swoop of wings Slow to a grind Halt and pant on the floor. Sweat dripping to your feet spin- Swoon into the dharma blues again.
5.
Bomb Drop 04:57
Bomb Drop Hey…There's a war goin' on. I tell ya' there's a war goin' on. When alone is alone and always alone. When the home you call a home is never a home. When the bombs drop like stones on bombs dropped before. And you grow up and you grow up and all you know is war. Bad guys strollin' with big guns and big tongues, Bad guys rolling with big guns and victims, Bad guys rolling with big guns and big tongues Hey…There's a war goin' on! To say that we were terrified would be along the lines of a mis-under statement. To say we never cared would be along the lines of a late payment. Yeah, I’d put a little slide behind that one. I tell ya' there's a war goin' on. When alone is alone and always alone. When the home you call a home is never a home. When the bombs drop like stones on bombs dropped before. And you grow up and you grow up and all you know is war. Bad guys strollin' with big guns and big tongues, Bad guys rolling with big guns and victims, Bad guys rolling with big guns and big tongues I tell ya' there's a war goin' on. You'd better fold if you're scared. To say that we were terrified would be along the lines of a mis-under statement. Or maybe you raise if you trust. Yeah, I’d put a little slide behind that one. You'd better fold if you're scared, Or raise if you trust.
6.
A Moment Blessed Now morning light softly glows Upon the pillow and your face In sleep you seem to be with me When we were still, in some forgotten space Where we once walked and sat awhile At the break of that sea wall And we tuned our ears to each others' sighs And opened hearts to throbbing waves Do not open your eyes I beg, do not wake A moment longer is all I ask All I ask is for a moment blessed But soon the bells of day will ring The first or last no one can tell Fortune or ill they must bring For advance of time can not be quelled Do not open your eyes I beg, do not wake A moment longer is all I ask All I ask is for a moment blessed
7.
I Tasted The Grapes I tasted the grapes upon which she trod She trod and trod and then stepped free Free she stepped and smiled at me I tasted the grapes I tasted the grapes I traced the path where down she fled She fled and fled and then fell down Down she fell and rose no more I traced her path I traced her path I chased the boat aboard which she sailed She sailed and sailed and then sunk down Down she sunk and pointed at me I chased her boat I chased her boat I saw the waves upon which she danced She danced and danced and then rose up Up she rose and danced no more I saw the waves I saw the waves I heard the wind through which she sang She sang and sang and then grew silent Silent she grew and closed her eyes I heard the wind I heard the wind I carried her body up to the pyre I lifted and carried but she laid still Still she laid so I lit the fire I carried her body I carry her still
8.
Bury Me Deep 03:29
Bury Me Deep Bury me deep with my boots to the sky So that daisy’s can grow from my feet, nice and high Gather a bunch and take them to her I could never abide (To grow roots) I’ll see you down ‘Neath that willow tree Where the breezes Still blows free I’ll see you up, Up on the hill Where the breezes Blow softly still Carry me out in a rusted red Ford A pine box is all that I need Make sure my grave is dug deep and dug wide I could never abide (To grow roots) I sid to her, My heart is true I said to her, There’s no one but you She said my name And a tear drop fell And then we heard That train’s lonesome bell Bury me in a hole a thousand miles wide Rivers will flow like the tears out my eyes Gather a jar full and take it to her I could never abide (To grow roots) She is the one In the settin' sun. She makes me feel Like a shiny new gun. And no one else, Can she replace. Everywhere I look I see her face. Bury me deep more than six full feet Our love was too much to bear. I won’t forget though I turn to dust I could never abide (To grow roots) (To take off these boots)
9.
Shakin' Her Hips Suzy went to Sturgis to hear the Harley’s roll She powdered her nose both inside and out with some pure Colombian snow She could kick-start a Harley just by shakin’ her hips She could make a grown man cry You’d better get in line now boys She could blow your freakin’ mind! Tammy went to Tampa to soak up the Florida sun She strolled down to the beach boys decided to have some fun She could suck salt from seas just by lickin her lips She could make a grown man cry You’d better get in line now boys She could blow your freakin’ mind! Violet went to Vegas to have some hold ‘em fun She started catching bullets boys decided to make the river run She could make a gut shot straight just by clicking her chips She could make a grown man cry You’d better get in line now boys She could blow your freakin’ mind! Nicki went to NASA to see the rockets fly She went up to the launching pad and gave the moon the eye She could suck you out of orbit just by shakin’ her hips She could make a grown man cry You’d better get in line now boys She could blow your freakin’ mind!
10.
Dawn's Lace 05:51
Dawn's Lace I. I have held you in the morning Summer dew and white lace dawning I have held you in the starlight Sweetly caressed by June's first moon bright I have laid you within my heart Tiny fingers rolling in the green grass I have whispered your name a thousand times Sworn to search if we should part Be with me in light and darkness Speak to me with words of hope Turn away from woe and sorrow For we can face every tomorrow She comes to me erose and violet Snowblind trails and winter lilacs She brings with her a love that shines Like morning icedrops on the pines She comes to me a wind of needles Silver shear ripples trace each footfall She lights a candle at my bedside Flesh glow flicker glow golden glow Speak to me with lover's sighs Speak to me with hoarfrost eyes Speak to me through endless silence Speak to me above the violence II. And won’t somebody pick up that phone before my head begins to crack on the dirt on the rug knocked over by the cactus when I turned up the amp and the drummer just got in and the couch had to be moved. And won’t somebody pick up that phone because the service industry is on the line and the way they call these days is by using the London telephone exchange. III. She comes within the way she comes she comes and walks away Within each stride hummingbirds bloom Within each bloom babies breath flutters I. I have held you in the morning Summer dew and white lace dawning I have held you in the starlight Sweetly caressed by June's first moon bright I have laid you in my heart Tiny fingers rolling in the green grass I have whispered your name a thousand times Sworn to search if we should part Be with me in light and darkness Speak to me with words of hope Turn away from woe and sorrow For we can face every tomorrow
11.
Sugar Kane 03:44
Sugar Kane My Suga’ Kane, She tastes so sweet. She’s got that flavor boys, It can’t be beat. My Suga’ Kane, She tastes so sticky sweet. I’d like to kiss her all the way, From her head on down to her feet. Can’t find that candy, In any corner candy store. That type candy, Makes you beg, And plead for more. Can’t find that candy, In any corner candy store. Yeah she's an all-American girl, She's a ‘69 hemi got 4 on the floor. Blackstrap molasses and honey and sweet cream. Hot fudge sundae, she looked about 18. And when I saw her that first time. All I could was lay back my head and scream: “Hey slow down sister this ain’t no race, C’mon and sprinkle that sugar all over the place.” So I asked my baby, “Does it feel all right?” She said yeah Sugar, “It’s feelin’ so nice.” I asked my baby, “Does it feel all right?” We did it once, did it twice. Yeah, we did it all night!
12.
The Lonesome Ride Home From The Gold That lonesome ride home from the gold is like: A deuce creased from years of losing Prairie howlers don’t dare come close to town Low in the Badlands tracking Hunting Black Hills raccoon for trade Will I ever see that main street parade? Will I ever see the bread that she made? Will I ever feel her whole body shake? If I come home empty handed? When I left for Whiskey Diggins up in Sierra, How was I to know that the gold was all out? Within three months I was begging for a job driving cattle. After six months my only companion was doubt. The days find me knee deep in mud and ice water. The nights find me curled up asleep all alone. I thought I had a nugget once I even shouted Eureka! I thought I heard your voice once but it was just the wind’s moan. The lonesome ride home from the gold is like: A Rockies pass in late September A lost life too far gone to remember High beneath the cliff face Lighting a torch in a kettle full of coyotes Will I ever see that main street parade? Will I ever taste the bread that you made? Will I ever feel your whole body shake? If I come home empty handed?
13.
The Ticking Of The Earth They say we’ve arrived But we don’t know where It’s like déjà vu and hey What are you worth? They say have a seat You seem a bit beat Well, I can hear the ticking of the earth. Tick Tock There’s something ticking in the ground There’s something ticking in the ground Theres something tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticking in the ground Well the polar caps are melting And the glaciers moving back. In my daydream silent sunbeam In my nighmare, nature’s cracked. And the desert’s blooming gunpowder The seas are choked with oil. In my daydream silent sunbeam In my nightmare, blood and soil. They say we’ve arrived But we don’t know when It’s a horse a’piece And pit bulls from birth. They say have a seat You seem a bit beat Well I can hear the ticking of the earth Tick Tock There’s something ticking in the ground There’s something ticking in the ground Theres something tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticking in the ground Well the polar caps are melting And the glaciers moving back. In my daydream silent sunbeam In my nighmare, nature’s cracked. And the desert’s blooming gunpowder The seas are choked with oil. In my daydream silent sunbeam In my nightmare, blood and soil.

about

Cerebral Groovalicious Existential Sacred Fusion Rock from Venice Gas House Trolley featuring electric guitar and percussion! A morning-gold explosion of multi-colored sparks!

This full length (over 54 minutes of music) CD is VGHT's most fully realized, funky, jammin' and agressively rockin' album to date.

Featured here is music written by guitarist Nikk Cramer and the tasty South American percussion of Dr. Beats. Tracks range from the poetry inspired title track Burst Open (Dance) to the political heaviness of Bomb Drop and Busted And Wasted to the roots reggae rubba dub of Layin' Low.

Add in some skanky blues, psychedelic rock and roll, and some of VHGT's unique take on the Amerian West and you have an album that will move your body and your mind.

Recorded in Madison, WI at The Blast House Studios and officially released Spring 2011.

credits

released May 6, 2011

Venice Gas House Trolley and Flowpoetry;
VGHT is:
Adam Gregory Pergament (voice)
Tim Peeters (bass/vocals)
Josh Pultorak (drums/vocals)
Nikk Cramer (git/vocals)
Dr. Beats (percussion)
Kevin Arthur Kapp (bass solo on Holy
Man and I Tasted The Grapes)
KC McCrum (git solo on Sugar Kane)
Recorded at The Blast House, Madison, WI by Landon Arkins. Mastered by Dustin Sisson

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Venice Gas House Trolley Madison, Wisconsin

Venice Gas House Trolley is the sound of a new creative generation that believes imagination is liberation. The band is jammy, jazzy, funky, and tribal with spoken word poetry and heavy grooves. VGHT's music is packed with psychedelic soundscapes and boundary exploring arrangements while still providing enough hooks and thick grooves to keep audience's heads bobbing and feet moving. ... more

contact / help

Contact Venice Gas House Trolley

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

Venice Gas House Trolley recommends:

If you like Venice Gas House Trolley, you may also like: