| Healer Healer |
[Jul. 4th, 2010|01:21 pm] |
Healer, Healer,
The dogs are sick
They have eaten the pale skinned children
from the orchestra pit
Their jaws are snapped shut
With the pink meat inside
And to kill the dog's evil,
we must scalp and remove their hides
They've stripped the pink meat
Off of every chewed up bone,
Now the children's parents,
will be left all alone.
With muskets, and axes, and blades in our palms
We struck down each demon and removed the songs
Sung by the children before their last breath
Before the dogs had removed their breasts.
We will anoint the evil and cursed grey skin
And let our rituals begin
As a sacrifice to stars above
To quench the demon's thirst for blood
Our god's have brought us here tonight,
To burn the skins by fired light
To dance among the burning flames,
And condemn the dogs with holy names. |
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| I Ain't Got No Soul |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:14 pm] |
I've cut my teeth by biting down
on the scriptures scattered on the ground
and if i get on my knees to pray
i know i'll wake up in the morning feelin' lo' and betrayed.
i put my trust in the words of man
and by the sixth time i said "never again"
now everyone says i ain't got no soul
and if you ask me to ask you i'll tell you so
If I die please bury me,
find a spot, dig a hole and let my body be
Put up a cross and spit on my grave,
'Cuz we both know my soul won't ever be saved.
Bar Chords
F Bb F C F
Bluesy |
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| I Hope You Die |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:13 pm] |
I hope you die,
old cold and lonely
i hope your youth
was dull and boring
and as you grew grey
things all stayed the same
you had not one friend
to visit your grave
i hope your heart
lied still and barren
with no ring on your finger
when you died unmarried
i hope that your postcards
they all go unread
and the gods that you prey to
have been wounded and lie dead
i hope not a child
a sibling or friend
will wish you farewell
when you die at the end |
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| From The Bottom Of A Bottle |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:13 pm] |
Fingerpick, slow.
Bar Chords
D A Bm G
Ohhhh, from the bottom,
of a bottle,
in my hometown.
I can see things clearly,
And I can't escape me.
Or the man that i've become.
This city, doesn't feel like home,
and while i'd love to stay,
my feet, they make me roam.
Ohhh, my lips are weary now,
but i just can't stop them,
From whispering these nothings.
Ohhh, I have done so many,
hearts a dis-service,
That never deserved it.
I cannot appolagize enough,
For the way I fucked up,
All of our hearts up.
Most days, I dream about nothing,
Except that something,
That keeps me struggling
And i'm afraid,
That this will be my last love song,
To the shoulder's i've cried upon
So if you see me baby,
Please keep the distance,
That's in between us.
'Cuz I'll by gone by autumn
When the trees lose their leaves,
I'll be leaving a part of me.
Ohhhh, from the bottom
of a bottle,
in my hometown |
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| Shotgun |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:12 pm] |
we spent an evening with a shotgun
we spent an evening with a blowgun
dipped the tips in blackened poison
and shot those darts into our hearts
you spent your life within the circus
I spent my life trying to hurt us
how could I ever become undone?
how could you ever trust a shotgun?
1,2,3,4
i'll admit we had a romance
i'll admit we shared a slow dance
stepped on feet and cut our lips off
and chewed our tongues to keep out love
G Am D7 G
G Am D7 G
C D7 G
C Am D7 G
G C D7 G |
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| Lay A Claim |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:12 pm] |
The scene of our East Coast relationship:
Damp clothing thrown on top of broken heaters,
Our bodies wrapped up in the geese feathered down,
Our feet and our knees wrapped up together.
The nap in your neck smells of fresh cut grass,
but it tastes of something so much sweeter.
We'll lie here alright, together for the night
But in the morning you'll be left alone to quiver.
If we can lay a claim,
lay a claim to our seas and land
we can feel a change,
a change in our honesty and our dirty feathers
If we can lay a claim,
lay a claim to our seas and land
we can feel a change,
a change in our honesty, we'll fight this off forever.
Our fallen hearts are suffering,
From the paths our feet have never taken.
If in the evening what was mine, in the morning never can be,
I would prefer if we could lie in bed forever.
If we can lay a claim,
lay a claim to our seas and land
we can feel a change,
a change in our honesty and our dirty feathers
If we can lay a claim,
lay a claim to our seas and land
we can feel a change,
a change in our honesty, we'll fight this off forever.
capo 4th fret
Am, E, C, G |
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| Invisible God |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:11 pm] |
i don't trust my father
i don't trust his son
i don't put trust in an invisible god,
no i don't trust anyone
i don't pray to devils,
i don't pray to saints,
i won't pray to an invisible god,
i ain't prayin, no i ain't
i don't bow down to alters
i don't bow down those who do
i won't bow to an invisible god,
I won't bow down to you.
I don't ask for guidance
i don't ask for the law
i never asked for an invisible god,
But i'll see to it, that he's hung.
the world is not a hopeful place
the world is not a hopeful place
the world is not a hopeful place,
and i've just as much love as i've hate
Eb Barchord, played like nat hocken |
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| I Climbed On Top Of A Mountain |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:11 pm] |
i climbed on top of a mountain
and i came on tumbling down
Turns out the tip top of a mountain
is a long way from the ground.
So i said never ever ever ever again
oh lord never ever again
God help me!
well i drank at the foot of a mountain
i drank, and i smoked and i swore
and I'll drink that firewater,
'til that mountain is no longer there.
And in the morning I'll say never ever ever ever again
Never ever ever ever again
God help me!
Well I bet my soul to the devil
He said "Son it ain't worth shit,
Your heart is blacker than
all the oil down in the pit"
well i said "devil, never ever again,
never ever ever ever again
God Help me!
Well i died on top of a mountain
and i felt god's holy hands
he rolled my soul down the mountain
to the devil and his commands
and he said "son, never ever ever again,
Oh boy, never ever again
God Help You!"
blues chords
E D C B |
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| Honey, I'll Say So Long |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|09:10 pm] |
There's a raincloud forming,
at the bottom of a well,
where my life was spent dreaming
Of a way to say farewell.
For a great many years,
I studied the old silk trade
To find a way to trade my barren heart,
For the love of a Persian maid.
But the rains they did stop,
And my chest oh it did heave,
If you read this in a letter,
Oh, My love I had to leave.
I hope you're not too angry,
And I hope the skies aren't gray,
But to be free from devotion,
A man must find his own way.
If you'll hang me by my words
If you'll hang me by my songs,
If you'll hang me for all the things that I've done wrong,
Honey, I'll say so long.
Well there once was an old dog,
tied down to a crooked tree
All his life he wished for someone,
To come and set him free.
He barked at all the children,
He barked from spring to fall,
He barked all through the winter,
For some one to hear his call.
Until one day he lost his bark,
The dog he'd given up,
And he ceased that pleaful yelping
That he'd been doing since a pup.
Oh I'm just like that old dog,
I can't stay tied down too long,
Or I'll bite the hand that feeds me,
And be gone before the dawn.
If you'll hang me by my words
If you'll hang me by my songs,
If you'll hang me for all the things that I've done wrong,
Honey, I'll say so long.
Many men have lost their lives,
In search for the perfect song.
That could court the fairest maidens,
and keep their hearts from straying long.
Even I too have walked the path,
With no water and a worn out shoe,
And I have taken more than a woman's heart,
On a quest to find the truth.
But there comes a certain point now,
In each man's shortened life,
Where he must decide to search for love itself,
Or be struck down in the fight.
As for me, I will continue,
To search for the perfect lines,
With the answer to the mystery,
Of what keeps your heart from mine.
If you'll hang me by my words,
If you'll hang me by my songs,
If you'll hang me for all the things that I've done wrong,
Honey, I'll say so long. |
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| Saint Faustina Album |
[Jan. 14th, 2010|06:41 pm] |
Side A
1. ____
2. Four-Headed Woman
3. Sweet Sister Jolene
4. Blue-Eyed Tramp
5. Fever of '38
Side B
6. St. Lawrence Seaway Killer
7. Death of a Songbird
8. ________________
9. Healer, Healer
10. End of Days |
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