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Open Graves
02:35
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A ghoul appeared to me in these waterless canyons
Went by the name of God
Skin haunted by wrinkles of the damned
His lips sucked in, he screamed at me:
"These mountains here...
These mountains, they don't care for men.
They don't care for men."
Took a breath to count some vultures overhead
Choking on the wind and sand
Choking on the wind and sand
I shoveled for you
I drank for me
I can't be sorry that my hands
Were the last hands
Were the last hands
Your matted eyes have seen
Stare up, baby, from that open grave
That purple sky closing in on me
Took a drink to count some demons overhead
Choking on the wind and sand
Choking on the wind and sand
I shoveled for you
I killed you for me
I can't be sorry that my hands
Were the last hands
Were the last hands
Your cold, dead eyes have seen
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2. |
Devil's Water
03:58
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The way you sung that hymn set the prairie on fire
And the séance you held at the bottom of the well
Put blisters on my tongue
Put blisters on my tongue
We drank the Devil's water
In a cave of whirring fire spirits
Howling for the eyes of our shadows and saints
Howling for the eyes of our shadows and saints
And warmed the damp cobblestone with the blood
From the palm of our hands
The bones of the buried crawled out from their soiled graves
In this grey land
In this curtain of ash
We hear the yells of the young
The flames danced on the salt of our flesh
And grew larger
As we drank the Devil's water
As we drank the Devil's water
We warmed the damp cobblestone with the blood
From the palm of our hands
The bones of the buried crawled out from their soiled graves
And the knife we shared for Hades was with the names of the buried
As we crawled through the salt of our graves
If it's raining and it's pouring, don't slip in mud
Because if you do, you'll slip in blood tonight.
If it's raining and it's pouring, don't slip in mud
Because if you do, you'll slip in blood tonight.
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3. |
Red Magic
03:42
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Out here on the bayou
Snakes chain me to the tidewater
They hiss their hexes
Squeeze my fingers
Their poisoned tongues kiss my wounds
Red magic woman
Red eyed woman
Summon your mojo hand
Search through my chest
Tear out my heart
Make it love you more
Than I ever did
With a moss helmet and bordeaux wine
She's perched like a bird in a tree
Humming her sorcery and sipping on my blood
There's not a soul here to save me
There's no such things as souls around here
You little baby
You chained me to the tree
And left me there
Oh baby
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Mojave Flower
03:15
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The dead flower on my horse's saddle
My love, my love gave it to me
In a town soaked in whiskey and perfume
I heard my love call out my name
As the Devil tore
Tore the lace from her shoulders
Before he dragged
Her out with his men
I'm a brushfire howling in the wind
Repeating with my repeater
My dead lover's lament
I'm a brushfire howling in the night
Estranged gunslinger
I'll murder you tonight
Her hand led so many men
From parlor games
To second floor beds
A dirty dove filled my empty heart
With the blood of an allium
I'm a brushfire howling in the wind
Repeating with my repeater
My dead lover's lament
I'm a brushfire howling in the night
Estranged gunslinger
I'll murder you tonight
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5. |
Church in the Wildwood
04:11
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I found that heaven was not
Of homes built by the Lord
Or angels tasked with watching
The sunset with you from above
It was in a bottle
And me laying down
In a puddle of blood
At the Church in the Valley
At the Wildwood
Rolled the die with iron in my hand
Read the leather-bound lists of God
Rolled the die with iron in my hand
Read the leather-bound lists of God
He crawled through the stained-glass windows
With a demon's dripping grin
My life's not worth this spinning head, he said
No life's worth living
To live forever is like
Cheating you in life
But that Church in the Valley
That's where I want to die
In that real
That real river of blood
At the Church in the Valley
At the Wildwood
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Wild Dust Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
A desert rock 'n roll band / solo project which consists of:
Nicholas Hess
Eric LaBar
Thomas Milorey
Derrick Robbins
Connor Rothstein
Connor Priest
CM Slenko
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