Hymns for the Dreadful Night

by Piñataland

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In the press

"4 1/2 stars (out of 5) Tremendous." Jeffrey Sisk, IN TUNE, Daily News, PA

"First of all, let me say that it takes some real right-side brain activity to think of a concept like this, but then to actually write lyrics and arrange music around this concept takes pure genius. That is what this record is, pure genius." 'Rebel Rod" From Under The Basement

"So this is what it sounds like when The Decemberists, The Pogues and Gogol Bordello are put in a blender.,,,this is a rare and exceptional record which, from conception to execution, is nothing less than total perfection." -- Scott Baxter, Americana UK

Modern day orchestral Americana with a Celtic twist. Stone and Wechsler are superb wordsmiths and the music is mostly joyous with just a hint of danger lurking underneath, more often than with a jubilant violin riding on top." -- Hans Werksman, Here Come The Flood

"Their new album Hymns for the Dreadful Night...their hardest-rocking effort to date, their least opaque and by far their best...the driving rhythm section of Ross Bonadonna on bass and Bill Gerstel on drums give the louder songs here a mighty majesty – there are plenty of warmly inviting string-driven pop bands out there, nobody who attacks those songs with as much verve as Piñataland. Violinist Deni Bonet is a one-woman orchestra, showing off sizzling Balkan, country and classical chops, frequently contrasting with Dave Wechsler’s pensive, rain-drenched piano and organ. Robin Aigner, who lights up many of these songs with her harmonies, knocks one out of the park with her lead vocal on the lush countrypolitan shuffle Border Guard...." Lucid Culture

"The music is a fascinating mixture that serves the lyric well, and it is a tribute to the band’s talent that it all holds together and makes a powerful impression." -- Oliver di Place

"I have no idea what they are on about but I like the way it sounds." 27 Leggies

"The curiously named Piñataland excel in a style of music as curious as its name, though that style is not entirely uncommon. Their penchant for telling myth and story via folk music make them something like a less eccentric version of The Decemberists....After the last tale comes to its conclusion, Hymns for the Dreadful Night reveals these raconteurs to be incredibly gifted at their craft... the band crafts a record that’s quite accessible but also uncompromising in its peculiar style. " Brice Ezell, popmatters.com

" ..Hymns For A Dreadful Night is compelling whether you’re a student of history, or just love a good tale." Wildy's World

"Piñataland defies musical categorization, so I won't try. Their sound shifts from rock to klezmer, folk, blues, pop, orchestral, celtic, and country, often in the same song, and sometimes simultaneous styles trod a measure in your ear that at first looks like an ungainly pairing, but proves absolutely irresistible. If you like The Pogues or Gogol Bordello, you'll likely find Piñataland worth a listen or five." The Adventures of Tony

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released 16 August 2011

Bill Gerstel – Drums
Robin Aigner & Doug Stone – Vocals
David Wechsler – Vocals, Piano, Accordion
Ross Bonadonna – Pump Organ, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Bass Clarinet, Baritone Sax
Deni Bonet – Violins
Gerald Menke – Pedal Steel Guitar, Dobro
Dave Hofstra – Tuba
Dan Nosheny – Tuba on "Hiawatha"

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Track Name: The Dreadful Night
When the blue light of dusk gives way to the black
And the forces of night prepare their attack
Will we hold fast together in the guttering light
Or disappear this dreadful night

When bitter old memories drop by for a drink
Then follow the good ones that swirl down the sink
Will we swim through this darkness and into the light
Or disappear this dreadful night
Track Name: Island of Godless Men
Listen my dear don't shed your tears like the rain o'er this new Netherlands
For tonight I'll dream of you here in my arms
On this island of godless men
Yeah tonight I'll dream of you here in my arms
On this island of godless men

I look to the sky for a trace of our Lord
To ask him "Oh where have you been?"
Which vice won't they try? Which lust won
t they dare
On this island of godless men
Yeah nothing is sacred and all is allowed
On this island of godless men

In the wild and dark when the fireflies arc
O'er this profane country of sin
Lights from taverns and bars
They blot out all the stars
All we hear are the jeers from within

One day seas will rise
One day fire will come
One day life will be at an end
And when that blessed day comes this land will be cleansed
This island of godless men
And when that great day comes I'll be standing alone
On this island of godless men
Track Name: An American Man
Bring the shovels and the torches too
Bring a box to put him into
And bring the conscience of this Resurrection Man
I'm off to find an American Man

Twigs are snappin' and the foxes are a-howlin'
The moon is lost and the dark is all around in
This forest as we dig as quiet as we can
And uncover the bones of an American Man

Poor Tom Paine
Here he lies
Nobody cries
Where he's gone
How he fares
Nobody cares

At the Custom House in Liverpool, I'll explain
The mortal remains of the immortal Thomas Paine
And I'll recall the way it all began
The dream of a home for this American Man

In a superstitious country ruled by priests and kings
Where reason's driven out by flapping angel's wings
Did you think we'd see the end of your master plan
Breaking the chains of the American

Poor Tom Paine
Here he lies
Nobody cries
Where he's gone
How he fares
Nobody cares
Track Name: The Death of Silas Deane
This ship is westbound
And I'm going home
I listen to the waves and I am alone

My name has been slandered
My garden deranged
My stomach's churning and I'm feeling strange

But is it that thunder above that makes my head spin
Or did someone I know slip a poison pill under my skin

In that hopeless revolution
I shook all the hands
I didn't speak the language of the land

I knocked on every marquis' door
I prowled every street
But damn me if I did not save the receipts

So let the jackals howl for blood
As the traitor stands accused
Their lies all whisper to me now
They tell me that I've been used

I'm going down where a darkness awaits
It drags me close with pulleys and weights
Into a bleak little town where all the lanterns have died
There's noise all around but it's quiet inside

So let the jackals howl for blood
As the traitor stands accused
Their lies all whisper to me now
They tell me that I've been used
So let the jackals howl for blood
As the traitor takes the stand
Let my reputation crawl through the mud
Of this unforgiving land

I'm going down where a darkness awaits
It drags me close with pulleys and weights
Into a bleak little town where all the lanterns have died
There's noise all around but it's quiet inside
Track Name: Oppie Struck a Match
Way up in the valley where nothing ever grows
We made our camp and lit our lamps
That sway when the cold wind blows
Oppie rolled in with the gadget
And it shined so bright and true
He said, "My desire is to summon a fire
And a small one will not do."

When I came out from Princeton I was Albuquerque bound
I took that train through seas of grain to a tiny desert town
Oppie he raised up a pencil
Drew a circle on a spire
Will we open a cage to a heavenly age
Or set the night on fire

And we'll all fall to our knees when the thunder cracks far and wide
Like the calling of the master from the other side

Four o'clock in the morning and the rain came pouring down
The wind rolled in and it stung like sin
And our hearts began to pound
Oppie he raised up a finger
Said "It's time to strike the match."
A blooming flower at the top of the tower
A rattling of the latch

And the mountains came alive
Purple and green and white
And we saw that white whale in the morning light

What's that in the distance
A song like a long farewell
The humming white of the radiation light
The tolling of a bell
You can hear it when the crickets die away in the early morn
An angel in the east, a New Mexican beast on its way to be reborn

And we'll all fall to our knees when the thunder cracks far and wide
Like the calling of the master from the other side
Track Name: Hungry Angel
Did you miss the taste of sugar on your tongue
All of the times that you refused it
No you were thinking of a starving soldier boy
With a life so small that he might lose it
And were you ever even kissed
Or would that fruit upon your lip bruise it
You said you knew the difference between a stomach and a soul
But you confused it
For a hungry angel

I know a story 'bout a girl who was tied to a stake
And then they burned it
You know that you were just like her
Except you lit that match yourself when you should have spurned it
And did you know that you deserved
All the love in the cruel world
Oh how you earned it
You couldn't stand the thought of someone else's pain
And so you took it and turned it
Into a hungry angel

If apathy is a crime
You'd have been arrested for the way you treated yourself
And as for that bloody boy up on the cross
What does he really care for us
He should of told you that you could have loved yourself
As much as those you cared about
As much as those who took the place of a hungry angel
Track Name: The Oldest Band in Town
Keep all your money and bring me some wood for the fire
And please don't you tarry
I'm freezing inside though my skin holds the heat of desire
And I'll watch you go
I'll watch you go as you walk through the door
Coins in your hand
I'll watch you go

And I'll watch you walk down the Bowery and pray for your soul
The coins that you carry might lead you astray
To some dark as disreputable hole
And I'll watch you go
I'll watch you go as you drink down a fifth of absinthe and gin
I'll watch you go

And I'll watch you go as they carry you off towards the pier
Down near the ferry
Your pockets are empty
Your head and your feet are both bare
And I'll watch you go
I'll watch you go as you sink in the dark
Senseless and drunk
I'll watch you go

Now the oldest band in town is marching down the street
Track Name: Border Guard
And when your luggage breaks
And everything you thought you owned comes crashing to the floor
Well you thought you locked it well
But don’t you know that these days things don’t stay locked anymore
Ooooo, I love it here

And when your passwords fail
And everything you need to know is laying just off screen
Well you thought you wrote it down
But don’t you know that these days things are never what they seem
Ooooo, I love it here

What candles did you burn to speed your way?
How many drops of rum?
What fierce demanding gods we have today
Just pick a door and see if you have won

And now the tide rolls out.
It’s 3am and you have had too much to drink
And you want to bring her home with you
But your keys are in the sand somewhere you think

Imagine a large field and in the middle stands a doorway
You will find me there
Well sure you could walk around...
Oooo, I love it here
Track Name: Cemetery Mink
Down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart
That’s where you’ll find me
Where it’s cool and where it’s dark
Underneath this country there’s a labyrinth of dirt
A hundred highways connecting all this murk

Found an ivory smile carved from hippopotamus
Held together with springs of gold and rust
This man was in pain. I could tell by his twisted hands
But I heard him sing as I took off through the soil and the sand

I’m a cemetery mink, my friend
I’m a cemetery mink and I’ll burrow on

And I lay down beneath Chicago with a fightin’ man
The imprints of a dozen jaws on the knuckles of his peaceful hands
I leaned in close and he gave his advice for free
“Eat cold eels and think those distant thoughts for me”

‘Cuz you're a cemetery mink, my friend
You're a cemetery mink and you'll burrow on
Through the cool and dark below my friends
Through the dark below you'll burrow on

Well there's a million names above me that I'll never read
Like the poisoned actress's warning that I'll never heed
And I can hear her sweet song fading through this city of debris
And all I want to ask her is to save a place for you and for me

'Cuz we are cemetery minks, my friends.
We are cemetery minks and we’ll burrow on
With lighted candles in our mouths my friends
With lighted candles in our mouths we'll burrow on