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Antichrist Complex

by Joe Baughman + The Righteous Few

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1.
Every good and perfect gift Every good and perfect gift I will stare into its mouth until its teeth fall out Every blessing I receive Every blessing I receive I will bury in the ground never lost never found I will love you till you are destroyed I will love you till you are destroyed By the works of my hands or a lack thereof Every praise that’s poured out unto me Every praise that’s poured out unto me Will evaporate from my skin what’s not dried up by the wind And this crown that you place upon my head I will wear as a collar instead Driving its points into my skin as recompense for my sin I will love you till you are destroyed I will love you till you are destroyed By the works of my hands or a lack thereof I will love you till my poison’s employed I will love you till you are destroyed By the excess of my blood or a lack thereof
2.
Sometimes I feel like a ceiling fan Expending all my energy Expelling all of my particles of dust on the land Directly below me And I probably shouldn’t ignore The more obvious part of this metaphor About how I’m always spinning around in circles, going nowhere You’ve heard it before I’m sure You know those huge American flags on the the side of the road That blow in slow motion Sometimes I get the notion that like one of them I’m floating around without a sound But I don’t have that metal pole jutting up from the ground to hold me down I’m just free floating American dream life You promised me no more strife American Dream Life You promised me no more strife American dream life Sometimes it’s so tempting for me to be the man that you want me to be Even though I probably would genuinely be happy In all sincerity It would be beautiful, oh but for heaven’s sake sometimes wearing a pair of jeans seems so damn fake American Dream Life xxx I would’ve asked you to be my wife American Dream Life xxx I would’ve asked you to be my wife American Dream Life And sometimes it seems That there are just two ways to be An ignorant fool or a depressed tool And there’s no in-between This and the American Dream Life I would’ve asked you to be my wife American Dream Life You promised me
3.
Listen now to the voice of the damned Lift up your head and look at who I am Enter into oblivion And cleanse your immortal spirit Look away and you won’t feel it Build yourself an enormous boat When water rejoins water will the mountains float The flaming sword comes out of my throat Separating lover from lover All of one And not of another Light as a feather Floating untethered Here in thrall of life Wait here for some loving hand To crack open wide the sky See the stone that’s hollowed out Enter when you’re overcome by doubt Listen until you figure out The tongue without translation Unclaimed by any nation On your way to heaven in a Greyhound Bus Dwell on the differences that sit between us I failed to be obsequious Like Moses I struck the stone So I will die in the desert alone Withered and cursed like the old fig tree How do you quantify eternity Oh my God why have you forsaken me I’ve been left out of the chorus Floating untethered Tarred and Feathered Waiting for something true Signs and wonders Leave uncovered All the eyes on you Unveil every hidden space Til we can know what’s real And then just wait here for some loving hand
4.
39 days in the heat of the desert where the stones became bread Thank God I am not gluten intolerant Otherwise I would be staring into the face that every mortal is born to dread Thank God With just one night to go I called it off, I didn’t care what the prophet said I forgave myself for the 491st time Wiped my hands off in the sand, wandered home and went to bed I forgave myself, can you forgive me I dreamt that I was a giant With my head in the clouds I didn’t have to look down At my feet trampling everything beneath me Six hundred and sixty five people stood ahead of me in line Taking all the good lives Leaving me to be the antichrist 39 days and 39 nights of insufferable rain I give you shelter just to drown you later I did not intend to be so evil in your eyes or cause you pain I just wanted my own way I’m not here to serve but to be served, to speak my mind and make it plain I only take what I deserve to take, am I to blame For being who I am or for the wiring of my brain I dreamt that I was portrait that hung in your house, fastened to the Center wall of the dining hall, presiding over communion Folks from all over town drop by your house to see Fascinating evil complexity But all they witness is banality
5.
Matted Grass 04:11
Grass matted down in the place that we lay Hear the sound of cars passing trucks on the nearby freeway Our imprint will pass away as the wind picks up and it starts to rain Nothing but the memory remains Oh nothing Is there a path avoiding regret in the decisions that I make these days I gain a little something either way, but lose a little something either way Every night I feel this terrible weight Clouds are forming ‘round my future days I have so little but there’s so much at stake So much If I take a photograph of the man on the stage Will I freeze his age Keep him in limbo right as he tries to play the sage Keep him stuck between his thoughts and the audience he wants to engage Which side is the cage Which side Why is it so hard to keep the faith How can something be so alive one minute then totally disintegrate Living in too many realms I am becoming a wraith When everything fades, it’s too late to play it safe The failing memory foam with the outline of your head Exhales on the bed Where microscopic flakes of your skin were shed Our eyes outlined in red when I think back to the words that you said Nothing so alive can be dead Oh nothing Living in too many realms I am becoming a wraith When everything fades
6.
Stay Awake 03:53
Stay awake I’m sure it can be difficult when you do not know what’s at stake In this There’s a scene a comin’ that I’m sure you would not want to miss The lead character Finally makes a breakthrough And becomes relatable Well that’s debatable When can I finally stop watching films and become one? Maybe I will have an answer when this one is done. Oh great! I’ve seen this all played out before It must be a remake But with a little less grace I question whether a true artist would ever trace And still stake the claim But consistency is nice And familiarity can be wonderful That’s why I get by With Kody and Kyle and Roscoe and Tones In the smoke room Life hasn’t been so easy since my mother’s womb Stay up late Nothing will be figured out now Even if you concentrate Wait for the day Practice til you learn all of the lines For the part you play Form your character Anticipate the emotion Then disown your audience As if you had an audience When can I finally learn something new from all this dialogue Maybe the payoff is waiting for the monologue Art house flick gonna make me sick I’d rather get a splinter from this popsicle stick Gimme something that I can feel real quick Before opinions drown the feelings out Why does everybody listen to me when I speak It doesn’t take much to get through my beak Wisdom is for the little pip squeaks Well they can just deal with their little petty doubts Gonna hate hate hate hate hate myself Gonna hate myself, till I’m someone else Everybody everywhere was me one time But then everybody seems to be themselves now Rock it sober Rock rock rock it so-so sober Rock it sober Until this overrated movie is over When can I finally stop watching this film and watch another one Do I really have to wait until this one is done?
7.
Agnostic 04:06
As always I am Crippled by indecision All i ask for is a little bit of that old time conviction Conviction equal in strength To the religious fanatics Bombers of abortion clinics Now don’t worry I do not condone such behavior I just envy such a call Can’t some spiritual being appear to me And give me a point to it all I feel a warmth Like a fire being lit Almost like some physical presence But I dare not name it If it is possible for a plant To undergo photosynthesis Under a darkened sky Shaded by a cumulonimbus Then can a diffused light still shine Deep in the dark If you can’t see the source of the spark Hark I’ve felt it in a sunset field And in the accumulating snow And backstage during a sing-along song At a sold-out stadium show Love incarnates itself Through the touch of a hand Pulls me back to itself wherever I am Like a reacting rubber band I want to follow this light To the ends of the earth I want rebirth Two abrasive cells To erase themselves Do embrace themselves On a foggy night With that distant light It’s dynamite
8.
How vacant the spaces That graced us as strangers While we were still young How distant that instant That tainted existence And sent me away Long, long ago You feast upon the fat of animals That I raised up from birth I thought I’d sit with kings in their kingdoms But here I sit on my seat of earth How joyless the toil for riches and spoils Of moral decay How tasteless the faces that stare at you naked And don’t look away Long have I been gone Far, far from home What can spare my feet? What can reconcile my journey? What can make it worth the heavy debt that I have paid? I listen for the music playing But all I hear are birds I sent my prayers to go on before me But they fell short and none were heard In bitter abundance you bid for the burning Of all left behind But know that as it was back in the beginning It will be again I’m coming home I’m coming home We’ll feast upon the fruit so bountiful and celebrate this place What once was vacant has been filled again And joy returns with dance and praise I’ll dance beneath the trees with my friends and with my family And great will be the feast when I return on that blessed day So raise your banner high and celebrate all life For a time will come when everything on Earth Will be made new
9.
Age to Age 03:58
Age to age I feel the same Like a beast that everyone’s trying to tame Though every day will leave its mark I return to true form after dark Where everything’s in twilight I did not reserve my name Is the author or the reader to blame For pages turned yet left unread To preserve the space within my head That ever-present twilight Oh Lord Why am I here Living year to year Waiting to be restored I’m getting bored My life in a biography Would avoid the honest monotony Expounding on the precious few Moments ending all too soon Now written to define me Biography to biopic Something there just wouldn’t click The acting or cinematography Or a lack of iconography Not worth a second viewing I was born At a point in time So confined by time From beginning to end And what is eternity? Is it like a circle Or more like infinite rays With linear days Stretching out infinite ways The vast expanse of all our lives Is more eloquent when summarized Than stretched out over history One unexciting mystery I just don’t believe the climax Oh Lord Can someone rewrite us And redesign us From beginning to end Unless we are Some inspired work of art And set apart To be restored Created to be restored When will we be restored
10.
Waste Every moment that I have today Making revisions on things that have already been made My head feels like an echo chamber From which my thoughts will never escape And they just bounce around And they will never get out Until they dissipate This sucks I just want to be distracted now Get out of this house And get the hell out of this town I saw you on that downtown billboard Advertising Burger King But I know you don’t eat there They just use your face and hair To make a profit from your looks But you don’t seem to care Everything’s distraction Everything is sentiment Everything’s destruction And destruction is so permanent You told me “Nothing lasts forever And everything must have an end” But what has been as been And what will be will be We’re useless now Useless back then And useless for eternity Laid out Storing all this unused energy Waiting for my time to come at last When you will finally look at me I saw you on the back of the New Yorker Dressed up in your finest threads Meanwhile my life is a mess In my pajama pants Greasy hair from night sweats Oh God I don’t stand a chance Everything’s distraction Everything is sentiment Everything is satire And satire is so transient You told me this would last forever You told me this would last all night And then it fades away And yet it fades away And fades away and fades away And fades away And fades away Why would you forget my name When you just had a little taste of fame Now you’re filling up the vacant seats Everybody holds their breath when you sneeze And I’m walkin’ with a severed brain So I can feel a bit less pain My feet have never felt so loose While the rest of you sit there so obtuse And my feet have never felt so loose My feet have never felt so loose I will never come back home until things go my way Staying out all night until I finally break the day You told me you would leave the light on
11.
Blasphemy 04:49
Breeze hits me like a hot breath Through the stains of my ivories Feeling medicated Like a cancer patient’s hope for recovery Iron sharpens skin Letting foreign bodies in Guard my soul with tiny sheets of skin Oh man, I feel like machinery Spinning like a cog Til I burn my body in the refinery It’s hot as hell But the sun is fading out of my memory All the lights that shine All the god forsaken time Are as natural as the air I breathe Oh God, this must be blasphemy All the rich kids With their dolled-up mistresses Will blast into the great unknown While we get down at home
12.
If only I could replace the fool Sitting in that comfy little director’s stool I can only imagine all the things I would create If I were not so far under you But you are there And I am not Resigned to do the best I can with the little I’ve got Does anybody ever wonder how you got to where you are? What did you have to do? You say to me “Follow that focus It’s as simple as that Follow that focus If you want to be where I am at” If only I could simply believe But not just anybody can ask then receive For some of us it doesn’t come that easy anymore Maybe just for a privileged few Follow that focus More like hocus pocus to me Follow that focus What does it take to believe What does it take? See the foreground get soft Pull to infinity as you walk off I’m wide open because this place is too dark Cursing you as you step way past your mark No monitor tells me if I’m getting by But I trust these fingers and I trust these eyes Follow that focus

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released November 4, 2022

All songs written, arranged, and performed by Joe Baughman
Produced by Bryan Lewis and Roscoe Baggins
Recorded at The Golden Mallard, Baughman Enterprises
Mixed by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Mastered by Adam Gonsalvez at Telegraph Mastering
Graphic Design/Art Direction - Tanya DeSelm
Album Cover Art - Bill Fashbaugh
Additional Album Art - Jacob Bartlett, Phil Fried
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Drums, percussion - “Baby” Michael Baughman
Bass - Martin “2 Scoops” Ufkin
Electric guitar, mandolin - “Sam Sr.” Lima
Sax - Michael “Dirty” Cunningham
Synth - Bryan “Mallard” Lewis

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Joe Baughman South Bend, Indiana

JB+RF is a variety show folk rock ensemble of musician-friends led by singer-songwriter and filmmaker Joe Baughman. Equally influenced by the sacred and profane, JB+RF's music takes color from daily Middle American existence, personal sadsackery, religious imagery and deconstructionism, and Joe's experience as a freelance artist. ... more

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