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Tahlequah
04:10
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I'm an hour east of Tahlequah
Just across the border into Arkansas
Sorrow sings in a southern drawl
An hour east of Tahlequah
I don't mind if you stay the night
See what kindling on the couch we can make ignite
Cause since we broke up we barely fight
So I don't mind if you stay the night
Why'd you have to go through my shit
Sifting through the closet for my skeletons
Cause I'm a bad man and you knew it
So why'd you have to go through my shit
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Azalea
03:21
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She keeps a pair of pistols on her chest
She's contending for the bad bitch contest
But it comes in shades of anguish
And it paints her memories blue
Like she's running through some thicket
To hide the shit that she's been through
And she talks like Texarkana
Makes love like New Orleans
And bruises peek out through holes in her jeans
Well the birds are all returning
But they're weary from their flight
Oh Azalea, just let somebody treat you right tonight
She went and moved up north a few years back
With a broken toe I went and helped her pack
But it wasn't just me limping
She changed the subject when I asked
Girl, the next time that he hits you
I swear to the devil it'll be the last
And she talks like Texarkana
Makes love like New Orleans
And bruises peek out through holes in her jeans
Well the birds are all returning
But they're weary from their flight
Oh Azalea, just let somebody treat you right tonight
You can always count on me
To make this harder than it has to be
Cause I don't want her leaving for Milwaukee
My shuddering was vicious
She shut me up with kisses
Our tongues are much more useful when not talking
And I knew it in my bones
That what we did was wrong
But sinner that I am I say it's worth it
Cause I'm happy when I'm with her
Two fistfuls of my whiskers
She looked me in the eyes and called me perfect
And she talks like Texarkana
Makes love like New Orleans
And bruises peek out through holes in her jeans
Well the birds are all returning
But they're weary from their flight
Oh Azalea, just let somebody treat you right tonight
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The Spice of Life
03:37
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Take me on a pub crawl in a far and distant land
Kentucky Derby, Eiffel Tower, Ikea, or Iran
Set me on a sailboat and I'll let the compass spin
Just take me some place I have never been
Fill my plate with fast food or some three star Michelin
Give me lakes of gravy or a dish that's au gratin
Relish me in recipes boiled, braised, or basted
Just make me something I have never tasted
Give me sunshine, give me rain
All of life's pleasures, some of its pain
If you walk a mile in my shoes
Please give them back cause my bare feet are getting bruised
Play me a new instrument, a strange and foreign sound
Write lyrics in a language the translation's not been found
Don't you dare play Wagon Wheel, nor Stairway or Free Bird
Just sing me a song I have never heard
Give me sunshine, give me rain
All of life's pleasures, some of its pain
If you walk a mile in my shoes
Please give them back cause my bare feet are getting bruised
I'll rendezvous with a blonde or two
Brown curls or straight black hair
Short or tall, hell, big or small
I never really cared
Variety in my company and no need for dialogue
Yes, I like every single kind of dog
Give me sunshine, give me rain
All of life's pleasures, some of its pain
If you walk a mile in my shoes
Please give them back cause my bare feet are getting bruised
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The Strongest Stuff
03:33
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Well I don't want help exactly
Just anything to distract me
Play dumb I've got a wound that never bleeds
I'm tough as nails, can't you tell
Impenetrable outer shell
Pretend I'm numb to what happened overseas
My conscience lacks the proper clout
To sort all my real issues out
The more I grasp, the more I lose my mind
I can't maintain a calm composure
I'd go searching for some closure
But I'm frightened of just what I'll find
So I scream into the wind
The lie that I want to believe in
If I'm loud enough
I am made of the strongest stuff
Well I need a vacation
Somewhere to shed my reputation
A new place with fresh faces and grace them with my lies
Like how my drinking days are over
When it's been years since I've been sober
Since the war I can't sleep without a little help to close my eyes
So I scream into the wind
The lie that I want to believe in
If I'm loud enough
I am made of the strongest stuff
Maybe I am made of the strongest stuff
Screaming I am made of the strongest stuff
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The Devil's Garden
07:54
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The witching hour is finally upon me
Stamina and self-will are on trial
Grasping at the flesh that is this altar
The nails sink in my back, blood for Belial
I've been watering the Devil's garden
The roots grow ever deep as the candle drips
Voluptuous and vile, this form is beckoning
A crooked smile and a curse upon my lips
I keep company with Satan's finest
We're resurrecting Cain
I've been laying my head at the coven
We're letting chaos reign
I've been spitting in holy water
I dip my robe in mud
I've been turning round to look at Gomorrah
The salt is in my blood
The nocturne ritual, nigh
Reborn under a darkened sky
The moon rises high
Black out the sun
A crucifix inverted
Seductively inserted
A piously perverted left-hand nun
I keep company with Satan's finest
We're resurrecting Cain
I've been laying my head at the coven
We're letting chaos reign
I've been spitting in holy water
I dip my robe in mud
I've been turning round to look at Gomorrah
The salt is in my blood
In nominae satanas cum potentia inferni
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