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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
Dead in the sun and covered in glue
There is a town where nothing moves Nobody works and nobody plays And all of their dreams have melted away All of their hopes have come and gone Even the vultures have moved on They say a hero's coming soon With ivory lungs like huge balloons There ain't no moon and there ain't no stars Over the land of endless scars Covered in brown and coming undone We are what we will not become Only a rundown rusty still Runs through a town that has no will But they say a hero's coming soon He's coming to take a giant breath Into his lungs and blow away the sun I saw a vulture swarming up above a dying crowd Above the villains and the heroes and the down-and-out To snag the carrion and leeches and to stake their claim Before the darkness has a chance to wash it all away And if the evening ever comes maybe it'll set things right 'Cause in the dark even the blind can feel a speck of light I'm looking for a sign to show but it don't ever come I'm waiting for the dark to fall and wash away the sun There ain't no heat and there ain't no light Only the black hole of our eyes Caught in an overcrowded room Waiting for its set and two moves But out in the distance there's a glow That nobody sees so nobody knows Well they say a hero's coming soon He's coming to take a giant breath of air Into his lungs and blow away the sun I saw a vulture swarming up above a dying crowd Above the villains and the heroes and the down-and-out To snag the carrion and leeches and to stake their claim Before the darkness has a chance to wash it all away 'Cause if the evening ever comes maybe it'll set things right 'Cause in the dark even the blind can feel a speck of light I'm looking for a sign to show but it don't ever come I'm waiting for the dark to fall and wash away the sun |
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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
Don't say a word.
Don't tell me what you heard There's something tonight, Thats killing soft and slight. Here it comes again, Lining up to place its bid. To take a little peice of her and throw it away, 'Till there aint anything left. No need to lie, Don't tell her that it's allright. Theres tears in the wine Now falling down from her eyes Theres some awful things, To eachother that we can do. And that people think that something good can come from them, Well people then they're just fools. They say you learn, The more it burns, But what good does that do? If what you learn, don't help to bring, The one you lost back to you? There ain't no easy way to lose the heart, You call your own. And there aint no easy way to make you feel okay, But baby you're all that you own. Don't make a move, There's nothing now you can do. Those tears in the wine. Have burrowed down in her spine. Here they come again, Fallin like a driving rain To take a little peice of her and wash away, Till nothing left can be saved. They say you learn, The more it burns, But what good does that do? If what you learn, don't help to bring, The one you lost, back to you? There aint no easy way to lose the heart, you called your own. And there aint no easy way to make you feel okay, Cuz baby you're all that you own. And there aint no easy way to make it feel okay, Cuz baby you're all that you own. |
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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
Blue eyes of fire
Sweet desire Is bitter torture You are no father's daughter No man has this much to offer Skin dark as sin Soft and when We took cover From the rain and the thunder Under stain glass we did slumber 'Til the sun came out to blind us So we could not see anything So we knew at once we were meant to be And we heard the gods all rise and say The love we made was no lie And with thirty years of hopes and fears Breathing down my neck Such a sad, sad thing I set you free 'Cause I can't get you back You are fire, you are water And when you dance it is torture And maybe some night by the great light of the dawn We can meet Tangled, entwined We have climbed We have wrangled Shiny sequins sparked and spangled Our hearts iron cuffed and mangled We spent the night By the side Of the water Past the breakers and the markers We swam out into the darkness 'Til we could not fell the bottom 'Til we could not feel anything And the shoreline slowly drifted out of reach As the moon shown down and the ocean heaved And darkness gave to the light And with thirty years of hopes and fears Breathing down my neck Such a sad, sad thing I set you free 'Cause I can't get you back You are fire, you are water And when you dance it is torture And maybe someday in the bottom of the ocean We can meet But we know if we do we can never leave 'Cause the moment that we turn away The gods will have seen The love we made was a lie |
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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
Don't you know, there's a bad man coming?
Creeping down through the spanish moss, and trees. Rising up hear the black heart pounding. Through the dark as you drift gently in deep sleep. Oh here he comes by the light of the dull grey 'morn. Brave men talk but a brave man has no use. A hero is only a lucky fool, you see. And lately your luck has been as bad as bad can be. It seems like we've seen him come before, It seems like we've seen him go. And just when you think, that you've seen them all, Another bad man shows. Up killing what you adore, There's no telling what's in store, Just sit tight, there aint nothin you can do. Cuz tonight, tonight a bad man is coming for you. Yes tonight, little darling a bad man is coming for you. Yes tonight tonight a bad man is coming for you. |
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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
I lifted you up,
You pulled me down. You turned into some sacred cow. Unchanging, you froze in the dark, I threw you fire, You threw a spark. I found a way to let you go, You light the fuse, And I explode. Your broken heart pressed on my back, So weak the way that you react. You never finish anything, Too scared to fail, to want to leave Your heart too weak to try again, [unintelligible line] And every day you cling to your walls, It's your little world that is remaining small. So don't you go claiming how I did you wrong, When you were the one doing nothing at all. So out of range, so out of reach, You cleaned my shackles out with bleach. I make you off as you send an old lord. And I found a way to let you go. You kept your pleasure in my sleeve, And blamed your failure all on me. Your broken heart leeched on my back, So sad the weak way you react. You never build a goddamn thing, To scared to fail, to walk, to weep. Your heart too weak to try again, Yes I will build them dark and dim. And every day, you cling to your walls, It's your little world that is remaining small, So don't go claiming how I did you wrong, When you were the one doing nothing at all. And every day, you cling to your walls, It's your little world that is becoming small. So don't you go claiming how I did you wrong When you were the one who did nothing at all. |
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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
Drinking sparkling wine,
And sniffing glue. I've been looking for some soft abuse. Maybe your big brother, He dont see it that way. But he aint the one, who tonight I'm gonna meet. Cuz tonight, tonight, I swear, I'm heading down to make my stand. With that other boy, you call your new man. Way up from the bottom, I'm gonna hit the street. And scare that child so hard, till he's out of your reach. So you and I can leave now, while your other love's away. I know you would never cheat with anyone but me. Its easy now for you, Cuz you dont have to choose, And there aint no way that he can touch you now. My Sweet Marie. My Sweet Marie. You and I can go down where nobody else will be, I know you will never cheat with anyone but me Theres nothing left to do We're hidden out of view And there aint no way that they can reach us now. Drinking sparkling wine and cheap perfume, I've been lookin for some soft abuse. Baby your new boy, he dont see it that way. But tonight, I swear, I'm gonna set that pussy bastard straight. So you can I can leave now while your other love's away. I know you could never cheat now with anyone but me. Its easy now for you, cuz you dont have to choose, And there aint no way that you can touch him now. My Sweet Marie. My Sweet Marie. My Sweet Marie. My Sweet Marie. |
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from Crooked Fingers - Red Devil Dawn (2003)
Angelina, out of reach there's no reason now for you to run.
Angelina, there's no meaning to all the bad things that were done. There's just a meanness that's creeping, as you lie there sleeping, that's sneaking around in the dark. So in the morning you'll wake to a pounding that could break your weak brittle world all apart. There's no reason there for you to know. There ain't no reason why they always walk away. No good reason they seize you, disease you, then leave you undone. So Angelina don't think for one moment you've done something wrong. Angelina, as you weep in your sleep there's an ivory glow. And Angelina, you can choose win or lose where your new heart will go. There will be empty spaces where holes fill the places that your sad eyes want youse to see. And in the mirror you traces lines you can not erase when your life that you used to lead. There are good things now coming your way, And the good things now are gonna stay, And the good things that stay will all shine as you walk in the sun. Oh Angelina, what you think is over is only begun. Angelina, what you think is over is only begun. |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction
Severing the one bind you could tie on me Darkness froze as all the hooks have been connected Butchered underneath a broken light There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom Shaking with the hand that wants to cheat him Pissing on the ones who help him float away In his darkest hour So down we go into a twisted dark dissension Scavenging the loose change off your mind And doused in gold behind a thin shroud of deception You're covering the one thing you can't hide from me There comes a time a man has nothing to believe in Betting with a hand that will defeat him Spitting in the eyes that helped you look away From your darkest hour Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction Severing the one bind you could tie on me Darkness froze as all the hooks got disconnected Throwing sparks into a starless sky There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom Leeching off a host that will disease him Shining up the shoes that send you on your way Into your darkest hour |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
Would you try--
Could you buy a new drink for the old drunk It's no crime to resign misery with a bottle You walked into town without making a sound And you slipped and you slammed your face into the crowd As you tried to forget all the words that were said To deny all the things that you keep in your head When you came you were new but today you're much older You were spent so you went to get used in the corner Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown And it echoed through town they were beating you down And as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure Hours pass by half forgotten Night turns black cause it's rotten And we slide right to the bottom Our tongues made out of cotton Eyes seal shut in a slumber Til we hear someone mumble Could you spare from the tumbler A new drink for the old drunk Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner Without light without grace where you wait for the slaughter Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate All the doom in this pitiful room you create Hours pass by half forgotten Night turns black cause it's rotten And we slide right to the bottom Our tongues made out of cotton Eyes seal shut in a slumber Til we hear someone mumble Could you spare from the tumbler A new drink for the old drunk |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
Make way for the pigeon kicker
Splattering the city wall Nothing ever seemed so pretty Nothing ever seemed so dull Past the line of cigarette trees Crooked cons and seminal thieves Fools and traitors and misfit saviors In full stride to rot away Sick with style and doused in bitters We'll be waiting drunk at noon We could never leave this city We can't even leave our rooms The drunken waste of rowdy wankers Slit your throat then spit your face Our fortune teller has gone insane In full stride to rot away |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
You say that you're slipping away
As you turn from the hand that could save you You fell like a drunk down a well Like a dog into Hell you were sinking And you took it all in as a joke As if you didn't know you were broken Hiding out in the rain you stood soaking Breathing in the glass to your last lung All blackened and cracking and blue Creeping through the slums of your old world Where nothing about you is new They laughed and as they turned their backs You slid into a crack no one saw And stayed there for a very long time Dying of nothing at all Though you went to the doctor to cope And he sold you the new antidote And he told you that you had been broken They say you gave yourself away for a moment But no one would take you You said, I'm alive, but you're dead Cause nothing about you is new Even though you had been diagnosed And were given the new antidote And were numb to the rain and the soaking You have been and always will be broken |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
I got a phone call from a friend the other day
Says he got into some trouble says he's got to go away Says he's been wasting time making up his mind Says it's so hard to take a stand when you're a broken man Dig yourself into a deeper hole Deeper than the the deepest hole you know You put your money on the line just to blow it every time You're always dealt a dirty hand when you're a broken man Wipe the sleep out of your eyes No trick, half joke, or lie No truth true and tried Hours creeping thick and sure How can you be so pure So shiny and new So never lend a broken man a broken hand Or talk the kind of lip nobody understands The truth is true and tried but so are all your lies A lie can be the truth--the truth just in disguise I got a phone call from a friend the other day Says he got into some trouble says he's got to go away He says he needed money but for him I got no money Cause it's so hard to give a damn when you're a broken man Wipe the sleep out of your eyes No trick, half joke, or lie No truth true and tried Hours creeping thick and sure How can you be so pure So shiny and new |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
Standing in a sea of sleaze
Devils come to bury me Half way dead and half alive Sickness never felt so right And every year a few feet more Creeping up the ocean floor Crawling up the ocean floor Crawling slowly to the shore Evil lurks an evil pure Rising up with an evel cure To swallow every living thing Evil evil entropy Drifting drowning death came pounding Over under rape and plunder And I can't swim and I can't breathe Drowning on this drunken sea Black black ocean creeping tide Rise over me and then leave me to die Hanging off the levee brink I fell in with a crowd of freaks Half were dead and half alive Half would kill you the other half would try Hooked and baited lined and weighted Thrown in with the shit and brine So when the Devil's time is due And this Devil swallows you When half a truth is half a lie And sickness never felt so right Shame throws down a deathly notion Creeping up over black black ocean Drifting drowning death came pounding Over under rape and plunder And I can't swim and I can't breathe Drowning on this drunken sea Black black ocean creeping tide Wash over me and then leave me to die |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
Juliette your cigarette has burned right through your face
Through your skin and through your skull and up into your brain It doesn't seem that you will reach the fountain from where you are And possibly this might just leave a really bad, bad scar And you're lying on the living room floor Lying like you've done at least on hundrend times before Burning with a radiant glow Juliette the fire has crept down and your chest's aflame Smoldering an even ring around your torso frame And moving slow the amber glow does flicker clear and clean It's as if someone has doused you in white gasoline With your ashes on the living room floor Scattered like they've been at least one hundred times before Burning off a skin that you have come to abhor And spreading now the crackling sound Down to your hips and waist Traveling past your legs at last a slow but steady pace The smell of dead skin burning lingers sickly in the air Oh Juliette oh Juliette you don't look like you care Though the smoldering has reached down to your knees Moving down your shins over your ankles and your feet Burning with a radiant glow Swallowing devouring the tips of your toes |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
Set me on fire white liquor girl
Come burning down my throat pristine and pure We have been slaving all day long Among these neon lit half slums Toasting our false hurray The late night favors drinking itself numb Come out tonight white liquor girl One million stars can't heat such a cold cold world One million distant vacant lights All glaring down on you tonight Lighting a distant vacant sky One million distant vacant lies Under sad stars in dingy bars We turn away we tear apart One drop of grace distant and safe They cannot touch you where you are Cold shafts of rain falling dark gray Falling so far they can't be saved They cannot hurt you anymore Here underneath these sad sad stars So turn out the light white liquor girl One shot could set you free from your troubled coil You have been burning bright in vain Here underneath the sad sad rain Painting the town as black as sin Begging to get done wrong again Under sad stars in dingy bars We turn away we tear apart One drop of grace distant and safe They cannot touch you where you are Cold shafts of rain falling dark gray Falling so far they can't be saved They cannot hurt you anymore Here underneath these sad sad stars Under sad stars in dingy bars We turn away we tear apart One drop of grace distant and safe They cannot touch you where you are Cold shafts of rain falling dark gray Falling so far they can't be saved They cannot hurt you anymore Here underneath these sad sad stars |
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from Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers (2003)
You say you came to save the day
But now it's evening And all your victims have gone home You claimed to take nothing away But you kept stealing These things you could never own Last night I drove to go nowhere at all And came to the saddest thing I ever saw A pretty girl all strapped up in an ugly car Driving through a shady crowd of criminals Truth comes in waves leaving no trace Or any meaning To all the bad things we've done True hate won't wait and love comes too late Into this evening Into this night so dark and cold Last night I drove to go nowhere at all And came to the saddest thing I ever saw Another pretty girl inside an ugly car Driving through a shady crowd of criminals A little bleeding A sinking feeling The victim I would never know |