Reverend Glasseye (formerly known as Reverend Glasseye and his Wooden Legs)… Read Full Bio ↴Reverend Glasseye (formerly known as Reverend Glasseye and his Wooden Legs) is a weird-dark-cabaret-folk-circus-gospel-alt-country-rock band from Boston, Massachusetts. Formed in 2000 the band is primarily the brainchild of Adam Glasseye (ex-member of Slim Cessna's Auto Club) and Timothy Maher (drums, also of Slim Cessna's Auto Club). They have been compared to bands like Squirrel Nut Zippers, Blanche or Kaleidepy and their music has been labeled "dark salvation music". With their extravagant live performances of gospel cabaret punk, Reverend Glasseye has developed a cult-like following of well-dressed, flower-wielding celebrants.
Their debut album, 'Black River Falls' (released under the name of 'Reverend Glasseye And His Wooden Legs') of 2001 was warmly welcomed by press and radio alike. Reverend Glasseye's second release, 'Happy End and Begin', came out in the Fall of 2004 on Ottawa's Music For Cats Records, and went on to become the label's top seller. In 2005 Reverend Glasseye won Boston's most prestigious battle of the bands, WBCN's Rock and Roll Rumble. Their record, 'Our Lady of the Broken Spine' was released on November 8, 2005.
The revolving line-up has included among others Piet Masone, Paul Fonfara (incorrectly listed as "Fonfera") (Woven Hand, Devotchka, Jim White, and Twin Cities-based bands Painted Saints, Spaghetti Western String Co., and The Brass Messengers), Stevhen Iancu (Portland’s The Dolomites and recent fill-in accordionist for Gogol Bordello), Paul Dilly on the upright bass and lead guitar, Cassandra Lomas on the trombone and tuba, and Kevin Corzett on the saxophone and clarinet.
In 2007 Adam Glasseye and Tim Maher moved to Austin, Texas, and decided to put Reverend Glasseye on hiatus. By 2009 they have recruited Barbara Arriaga (Cello), Randall Holt (Cello), and Thom Washburn (Drums) as members of the band, recorded new songs and plan to go on tour again.
Their debut album, 'Black River Falls' (released under the name of 'Reverend Glasseye And His Wooden Legs') of 2001 was warmly welcomed by press and radio alike. Reverend Glasseye's second release, 'Happy End and Begin', came out in the Fall of 2004 on Ottawa's Music For Cats Records, and went on to become the label's top seller. In 2005 Reverend Glasseye won Boston's most prestigious battle of the bands, WBCN's Rock and Roll Rumble. Their record, 'Our Lady of the Broken Spine' was released on November 8, 2005.
The revolving line-up has included among others Piet Masone, Paul Fonfara (incorrectly listed as "Fonfera") (Woven Hand, Devotchka, Jim White, and Twin Cities-based bands Painted Saints, Spaghetti Western String Co., and The Brass Messengers), Stevhen Iancu (Portland’s The Dolomites and recent fill-in accordionist for Gogol Bordello), Paul Dilly on the upright bass and lead guitar, Cassandra Lomas on the trombone and tuba, and Kevin Corzett on the saxophone and clarinet.
In 2007 Adam Glasseye and Tim Maher moved to Austin, Texas, and decided to put Reverend Glasseye on hiatus. By 2009 they have recruited Barbara Arriaga (Cello), Randall Holt (Cello), and Thom Washburn (Drums) as members of the band, recorded new songs and plan to go on tour again.
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Our Lady of the Broken Spine
Reverend Glasseye Lyrics
17 Lashes I ran to my father yet he would not have…
Belle's Palsy My arms shake, I can't feel my legs My skin flakes…
God Help You Dumb Boy Dumb boy, of what are you made? My eyes are lazy,…
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on Mother is a Carpegian
[Voice 1:] You: have done much damage
You: of little worth?
Hand of heavy pocket
Hand of heavy thirst
Hand of dumb luck
Hand of swollen tongue
You: who stole my daughter
I: of loaded gun
I am of little vision
You: of little faith
You: of faulty genes
You are in my way
I who pretetect ___heres?
I who make demands
I who speak in tongues.
I am a poor, poor man
With no money and no trinkets.
I made you a drink, sir
I reckon you should drink it.
[Voice 1 and Priest] I got a daughter and she looks like me
Well she oughta she’s got half of my genes
And her mother is a Carpegian
From the border, she sells grenadine for a quarter by the water
[Voice 1] I wrote you a song
You got a pretty voice
My daughter praises you
I think you make her moist.
You: who are not welcome
You: who gave her seed
You: she calls at night
You: she says she needs!
I have begun to hate you
A Judas of our town
Your neighbor, subtle poison,
Brings ‘nother goodman down.
I must take some blame —
I guess I shoulda known —
I gave you so much trust,
Now I’m a poor poor man!
With no money and no trinkets…
I made you a drink, sir
I reckon you should drink it.
[Voice 1 and Priest] I got a daughter and she looks like me
Well she oughta she’s got half of my genes
And her mother is a Carpegian
From the border, she sells grenadine for a quarter by the water
[Voice 1] Bind his hands and gag his mouth my friends
It is time that we all make amends
Bind his hands, boys,
Bind his hands and sing.
[Voice 2:] Now listen up now,
I got something to say.
I was an evil man, I did some cruel things!
Done sold my kids,
Felated from {For linen for} my wife…
I done killed a man!
I done killed a man,
I done killed a man,
I done killed a man!
I walked right into town—
There was a man like me there,
A-hangin’ on a long rope as the,
The townsfolk stood in prayer.
[Crowd & Voice 1, sounding like Priest:] Hang him high, oh hang him high, yo ho, etc
[Voice 1 and Priest] I got a daughter and she looks like me.
Well, she oughta she’s got half of my genes
And her mother is a Carpegian.
From the border she sells grenadine for a quarter by the water.
I got a daughter and she looks like me!
Well she oughta she’s got half of my genes!
And her mother is a Carpegian!
From, the border she sells grenadine for a quarter by the wa…ter!
[Priest:] *chanting indistinctly, similar to Black River Falls*
[Voice 3?:] I got a grandson, looks like me.
Aw, he oughta, he’s got most of my genes.
[Voice 1, over the Priest:] Yo ho la la etc
[Voice 1:] And he looks
[Priest & Voice 1] like me.
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on God Help You Dumb Boy
Dumb boy, what do you make?
My eyes are lazy my skin doth flake
Then what good can you do?
Not so much as men like you.
Dumb boy, what do you see?
Lesser men coming down on me.
Tell us, what will you do?
I’ll let my axe come down on you!
Here by the water
I’ll raise my kingdom
I’ll farm my foliage
I’ll raise my arms and
I’ll say my name with, with glory-be’s and,
Here by the water
I’ll raise my temple
Where no man shall be as smart as me!
But I can’t load the bullets and I can’t use a gun
I can’t have no children so I won’t have a son
I can’t wake up early so nothing will grow
I will lay on my lands til the sun hangs low til the sun hangs low
I’ll lay on my lands til the sun hangs low!
Dumb boy, you done wrong.
By what right do you good men judge?
You are in the contempt of man.
Then gag my mouth and bind my hands.
Dumb boy why do you sing?
Heh, your guns, they are empty!
Your rope, it is frayed!
Tell us, what did you say?
In your empty chests, my axe I will lay!
Here by the water
I’ll raise my kingdom
I’ll farm my foliage
I’ll raise my arms and
I’ll say my name with, with glory-be’s and,
Here by the water
I’ll raise my temple
Where no man shall be as smart as me!
I can’t load the bullets and I can’t use a gun.
I can’t have no children so I won’t have a son.
I can’t wake up early so nothing will grow.
I will lay on my lands til the sun hangs low, til the sun hangs low.
I’ll lay on my lands til the sun hangs low!
..
Speak and follow,
Your words are hollow.
Steps are heavy.
You will not save me.
Speak and follow
Your words are hollow,
Steps are heavy,
You will not save me!
God help you, dumb boy!
God help you, dumb boy!
God help you, dumb boy!
God help you, dumb boy!
But I can’t load the bullets and I can’t use a gun.
I can’t have no children so I won’t have a son.
I can’t wake up early so nothing will grow.
I’ll lay on my lands til the sun hangs low.
I can’t load the bullets and I can’t use a gun.
I can’t have no children so I won’t have a son.
I can’t wake up early so nothing will grow.
I’ll lay on my lands til the sun hangs low.
I can’t load the bullets … can’t use a gun.
… can’t have no children so I won’t have a son.
… can’t wake up early so nothing will grow.
I’ll lay on my lands til the sun hangs low.
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on 3 Ton Chain (live)
Well now gather round my people
And sing me off to sleep,
My days are filled with sorrow
That sorrow is so deep.
Well sing those songs of trouble
Luminous as sin
Those songs of certain evil
And good men giving in.
For you shall be my shepherds
Leading me to joy,
And through this everlasting
We’ll find a better day.
For if the end is coming
And all of us should drown,
Then sing me first a love song
When that mean ol’ sun goes down.
Close your eyes and go to sleep,
Stars your maps and charts to keep.
All these precious gifts we give to thee…
And if my countrymen be brothers
I sing of your deeds,
Sing to me in joyous tones
In this, my time of need.
When one day you will find me
And when at last you come,
I’ll tell you of my secret:
That the world is not my home
Hold your voices high,
As the room is dark now!
Let the trumpets break
Through this __ !
Sing the songs of wonder! Gentlemen, in my time of need!
We have been this place before
Jonah row your boat ashore
We are lost, can’t see the stars
Jonah row your boat ashore
Forgive me my distempers
I’ve been so quick to judge
Help is cold and greedy
As you’ve meant so very much.
And if this darkness is everlasting
And it’s wicked and it’s cruel
Then kiss my forehead gently
And know that I love you.
Close your eyes and go to sleep,
Stars your maps and charts to keep.
All these precious gifts we give to thee…
As the sun goes gently down
My friends they pivot and turn around
They bound and swivel,
They sing lo, lo, lo!
And the world is not my home, sir!
And the world is not my home, sir!
And the world is not my home, sir!
And the world is not my home, sir!
We have been this place before,
Jonah row your boat ashore.
We are lost, can’t see the stars,
Jonah row your boat ashore.
I have been this place, I know—
Jonah row your boat ashore
It is true that the world is not my home, no,
Jonah row your boat ashore.