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The Butcher
01:51
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Lock all your doors and shutter all the windows
The butcher will come and take you in your sleep
Indiscriminate nightmares hide in the shadows
When the kids are gone the mothers will weep
This is a tiny town we live in
And for the last damn near three hundred years
No crime has fallen on our ears but
Night is swallowing our children
And all the footprints left out in the snow won't tell us anywhere to go
The cold dead of winter will yield to the spring
All their bodies will be found under ice in the creek
The flesh wasn't whole and no stories were told
About the maniac who took our young from so long ago
So lock all your doors and shutter all the windows
The butcher will come and take you in your sleep
Indiscriminate nightmares hide in the shadows
When the kids are gone the mothers will weep
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2. |
Bury Me
02:19
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Ya gotta go fast and blow past
all the lines we've drawn, we knew we'd cross
in a slow trance, the dead dance
in the mean old streets where we choose to be
Ya better fight right might die tonight
board the boat where the spirits roam
and the willow tree she won't cry for me
and the dirt road mud where they'll bury me
Ya better fight right might die tonight
board the boat where the spirits roam
and that willow tree she won't cry for me
and the dirt road mud where they'll bury me
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Scattered Seeds
03:08
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Fears of the fathers become sins of the son
Insecure teachings meant to protect, have the opposite effect
Scattered seed grows broken trees barren of fruit
Best to take that weed and tear it out by it's root
The love from my mother was like no love from any other
First heart I broke I tore it out without a shudder
Little sister why'd you go and break your own heart
So young you cut your legs without a start
Scattered seed grows broken trees barren of fruit
Best to take that weed and tear it out by it's root
But oh young dreamer defy the death of heart
Seek out what you must find and tear the world apart
To find
What you
Must Find
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Kill Me Mama
02:47
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Prowling in possession of a switchblade knife
Mama and Daddy always told me not to love this life
Hustling and busking back roads all night
But no slowin down or settlin in sight
Moving through this alleyway at neck break speed
Hoping that the law ain't catching up with me
Always doing wrong cause I forgot what's right
There's no slowin down or settlin in sight
We gotta go go go
We got dirt in our teeth
It's always fast no slow
Too much blood on the street
We don't turn down no fight til that permanent night
We're gonna go to our graves and all the tears shed could never have saved
We gotta go go go
We got dirt in our teeth
It's always fast no slow
Too much blood on the street
We don't turn down no fight til that permanent night
We're gonna go to our graves and all the tears shed could never have saved
Oh it's catching up and it might get me mama
Oh it's getting close and it might kill me mama
And I won't make it back home
Oh it's catching up and it might get me mama
Oh it's getting close and it might kill me mama
And I won't make it back home
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Highs & Lows
02:08
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Got to find a way to get this monkey off my back
the motherfucker reached around and grabbed me by nutsack
gotta get some medicine
rolling fast in mad sin
call my girl and tell her
see her when i'm back again
well now i been on this road so long i can't tell the time of day
and i'm trying to listen hard to what the voices gotta say
love to get high
hate being low
i ain't never slowin down
got to, go to go
i tried so hard to give a slow go go
faster faster to get to the show
try to make amends
i'll probably fuck it up again
well now sorry pretty mama i can't stay long
got to steal your money and i gotta get done
can't put down the needle
i won't put down the booze
time to tighten up cuz i got to stay loose
little sister can you tell me where i'm going from here
lost all my direction
i'm living in fear
did up all my speed and i drank all the beer
and the acid and the coke make it hard to steer
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Blind Mountain Holler Vista, California
Lowdown, front porch, Americana poets with a penchant for writing about tramps, junkies, sex, and death.
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