The Steakhouse Demos

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1.
Steakhouse 03:58
I woke up on her trailer floor Head pounding from the night before What evil brought me to this low down place? She walked by on the bright midway She turned and looked into my face At midnight she returned to me in spades She showed up with 2 bottles full She took me to this trailer court Her mailbox had been marked “Virginia H.” We did it once, silent and hard While lonely dogs were howling in her little front yard And I thought I saw a savage look pass quickly from her face She’s on the phone she’s talking low She said ‘I know a place, lets go. 'The steakhouse bar will serve one hour more.' We entered through a padded door Cigarette smoke filled the air A dark jukebox beside a dark dance floor And the only light hung above the bar And a line of locals raised their heads to stare With looks of hate and hunger written clearly on each face And she gave me over happily . . . It lights up on the edge of town While night is falling all around The Steakhouse Where you can look around and gaze The naked truth on every plate The Steakhouse They punched me up for all to see They dragged me back and cowboyed me In the Steakhouse The room was billowing with smoke I heard the door behind me close As the faces of occupants came clear Before I knew I should be scared They slammed me down into a chair They punched me dumb and shaved off all my hair And they took their turns, and they laughed and leered I was gagged and bound with duct tape to a chair They had their way with me And the night grew long, as I trembled there My blood lay in a pool under the chair And finally I renounced all of my hopes of being saved And the last thing I remember were their 15 voices singing
2.
Soon we’ll be downcountry moving At the darkening edges of another wasted day Our dust will rise behind, in dusty double barrels Our angry taillights fade Here we are downcountry moving None but the sound of the radio a playin’ low Now that our worst fears are proven and we come all this way We can’t find her in that blank face, not a trace We wonder why, but the dead don’t lie You see your mother, well she’s gone son Swimming in a whiskey bottle oh so many days She’s been gone so long, I can’t make her love you So let’s be on our way Maybe she’ll send us a letter Maybe she’ll get better, be come herself again Maybe listen to reason, beg our forgiveness Maybe she wouldn’t send us back with empty guts and hearts again But know that I’ll always be here son Even when the whole world seems against us every day It’s OK to hold my hand, and sit by me in the pickup Ain’t nobody’ll know but us When we go downcountry moving None but the sound of the radio a playin’ low Now that our worst fears are proven and we come all this way We can’t find her in that blank face, not a trace We wonder why, every last god damn time But she just won't say
3.
Nuevo Laredo 04:31
To Nuevo Laredo I walked 24 hours In the terrible sun, or under blankets of stars And the kindness of people that I met on the road They kept me going I walked into town under a red sunset I slept in the bars, in the alleys and squares The hours passed slowly and I waited all night For the first light, for the moment When I’d rise up and wander in the blistering sun Toward the new land All the roads here point north Here in the land of the gun Now I’m washed up in Nuevo Laredo’s dirty sun There’s a place in the desert where no police guns go And my sister Malena said she meet me there After two moon-rises and hard luck night She’d be waiting But some very bad men brought my sister there But their blood bandana in her beautiful hair And her pretty face painted like a clown or a harlot In the daylight And that’s when I knew how much my dream of the north Was gonna cost me And all the roads here point north In the land of the gun And the streets of Nuevo Laredo’s a dirty song Now sing it I walked in the heat back to Nuevo Laredo My dreams of the north burnt away, far far away I drank my own tears for my sister Malena I’d never see her quite the same At home she would steal for me yams and tamales And bring them at night to my room For she always shivering and me always hungry The milk from her breast was so warm . . . All the roads here point north In the land of the gun I got a mark on my head I got a chill in my bones And I wander the streets and the alleys And always dream of the hills and the valleys Now I’m the streets of Nuevo Laredo’s dirty son Now sing it
4.
Interstate 05:46
Steam hanging low on the heather Burning in a flash sunrise Speeding o’er the breast of our mother staring’ in the blinding light Feeling the hum of the Chevy Passing with the speed of flight Fleeing o’er the interstate’s belly Keeled out on the tail of night Tonight they’ll be sending up rockets All up and down the interstate The towns will be blooming with fireworks My road on independence day We used to right the lines all night and go the way the road would take us From Omaha to Lake of Salt to the lights of Fabulous Las Vegas A shining interstate runs through it Over our mother country’s breast Fifty thousand miles of hard conduit Laid down in hard rock, blood and sweat Someday this road will lead back to you Drive back to where my heart knows best Even at the coastline I just keep going, going Answering the sweet call of the West See the lone power station metal palace of a thousand lights Floating against the sky like a jewel A beautiful and moving sight Cool air the crack of the window Soothing my hot forehead Smooth like the lips of the lover Blowing cool breath on my face Been 10 years since you died out here The black smoke, your soul’s ascent Honey I don’t know where you are now But I’ve been driving ever since The radio sound at four o clock in the morning I’m hearing voices that just can’t be there I heard a country song about an abortion I heard a preacher say he’s lost his faith It’s true I drive through some pretty damn dark nights out here Sometimes I can think myself way down Sometimes I’m afraid this is a road to nowhere The whale of night will swallow me right down But then I see the beginnings of a Great City Faintest signs of the cool suburban light Great towers of enterprise rising in the distance My heart beats quickening at the very sight
5.
Sadness 03:16
Who’s that looking in the window Tell him to come in and have a drink Stand him up and bless him Wash his hands in the sink The moon is your soldier The sun has your gold I could speak to ya, ya know Last one burned harder My eyes moved to the door Singer sing slowly Don’t want to hear that song anymore The moon is your hunter And the sun had to go His eyes tell a story of long ago I walk the streets that I never have seen Pass through this world without ever being seen So mama don’t carry on Because I’m already gone My old friend the sadness has come
6.
Collector 04:19
It was a night not unlike this one in the autumn of aught-four I sat there waiting The smoky pall of burning leaves was hanging in the air Around the valley Sitting in a square of pale moonlight Drinking fire and breathing cigarillos I was listening for that night train to come creeping Through the hollows of the valley I was counting each cold droplet As it rolled on down my back again and again 'Cause when I heard that old train whistle blow I thought Maybe this way someone wicked comes To drag me from my hiding place And take me back to Mad Town once again A debt collector from my past Came riding down the country on the night train He wore a coal black Stetson hat His eyes alive and hungry ‘neath the brim He’d warn the old conductor Not to stop the train until his destination He would walk up from the station And his leather hand would pull me back again I’d almost managed to forget the wickedness That brought me to this country Tried to start a new life Bought some land and young took a wife, a charade ‘Cause your past is always coming to remind you Dragging like a torn and filthy wedding dress behind you Until I drank away the days just waiting for that stranger to appear A debt collector from my past Came riding down the country on the night train He wore a coal black Stetson hat His eyes alive and hungry ‘neath the brim He’d warn the old conductor Not to stop the train until his destination He would walk up from the station And his leather hand would pull me back again I was thankful on the day that the collector came to take me back again
7.
Spider Bite 04:14
A spider stung me on my wrist one night As I slept on the Mohave plain The hairy villain tried to crawl away I kicked him in the campfire Sucked all the poison from my punctured skin Then fell and went to sleep again And dreamed a picture of my puzzled face Framed in the window of a leaving train I woke up sweating on the burning plain The sun was high up in the sky again Blanket soaked with sweat and urine stained A firestorm raging inside my veins I looked far out into the desert haze The whole sky bulged with liquid flames A slender body seemed to float out there Swaying and writhing like in ecstasy Her misty ivory skin / and arms stretched out just straight I stared into here face / but couldn’t find a trace Of human warmth or pain / written upon that face But just an insect calm / a cold appraising gaze Over the chaparral / she floated straight toward me Soon her fingers reached / and touched my swollen face And when the venom pain / was softly soothed away And pulled my eyelids down That sting hurt all through me And gave me magic dreams With colors bright and painful No one could hear my screams
8.
The Judge 04:03
The Judge sits peering into the fire His massive body is pink and pale Completely nude and devoid of hair He placed his palms on the rocky ground This is my claim he said What else could I call mine? Yet everywhere there is free-borne life Alive in pockets upon the earth Hey says whatever exists exists Without my knowledge and my consent This is my claim he said What else could I call mine? This is the Judge’s book And this is his writing hand Any creature not writ there Is living on borrowed land For only nature enslaves a man And only when each and all of them Is dragged to daylight and made to stand In judgment naked beneath the sun Only then can he be Properly suzerain This is the Judge’s book And this is his writing hand Any creature not writ there Is living on borrowed land And here come the baddest days Chaos rides upon the land The day you made his acquaintance something was took from you [Guitar Break] This is my claim he said What else could I call mine? See him dance on tiny feet Head back and laughing deep He says he’ll never stop dancing He says that he never sleeps This is the Judge’s night His great dome aglare in light He says he’ll never stop dancing Says he will never die
9.
Las Cruces Days, the walls in a Ramada Inn, walls closing in Raining all day, a flagpole clanging in the wind, keeps me awake Waiting all day, our pistols on the night stands, not knowing when Waiting for that train whistle to sound again The 2 o’clock from Flagstaff rumbling in Smoking all day, in a chinese laundry’s basement den This crooked rain, these straight streets start to smear and bend, we’re back again Hung up like two mummers at the train depot, Hoping that today will be the day Las tres cruces bend above us Day and night from lonely hillside watch us Their wooden arms are open waiting Pulling at the souls of lost men Waiting for that one last long embrace (Calling always calling for them) Las tres cruces watching over us Pulling at our bones waking or dreaming And bells of old St. Katherine’s ringing Alarm bells through haze And the laundry man is shaking me awake
10.
Hands 03:42
Ranchero speeding through stoplights Amber and evil at sunset In that town where the sheriff Is the king Well did you think you were the only one To make love in the moonlight What was your excuse for that My childhood friend When you fell upon the town There was laughter all around in the moonlight Your cheeks had been caressed In the pale, cool darkness of hands You found her in the yard Staring at a bonfire of her garments She'd been scraped out like a gourd By the cold, sterile violence of hands And she cries when the child brigade Marches by in the rain When you returned home that summer Was it as late as then When sullen and forlorn you found out Your child had been stillborn This was the information That floated all around that day The leaves blew around us And you lived it all over me in the courtyard When the moon is high When the leaves are off Don't you love it all, don't you love it all . . . When the wheat is nigh When the fruit is off Don't you love it all? Don't you love it all?

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The Steakhouse demos were recorded at home between 2010 and 2013. They are based on Sullivan's and Black's original words and music, and on the arrangements and orchestrations developed by Sullivan, Black, Albright, Schultzberg in rehearsals and live performances during 2012 and 2013.

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released April 28, 2012

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Steakhouse San Francisco, California

Steakhouse is a rock group from San Francisco, California. They play post-punk with bits of country/ western thrown in at all the wrong times. They've headlined big clubs in San Francisco but have yet to play a single rodeo. Steakhouse released a self-titled debut album in 2014 and are currently writing for their sophomore release. ... more

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