Everywhere I been I’ve had to go, the race is on to empty now the bottle,
Every note I try to heat is cold, every horse is riding into battle,
And I ride, with me astride, the thunder,
And I’m not waking up without a fight,
Every day I’m drinking in the light, it’s racing round my head every night I find a place
I find a place I lost, I gave it up in reckless succession
And every life I liked there was a line of shady punters thought could do it better,
They’re making deals for the life that they covet,
My gig well they can have it, step up and grab it, I’m done with it,
Already did and perfected it, losing interest in and neglecting it.
The Devil he don’t need your soul, just trying to help you out,
The deal was made before you were born, original sin been feeding you doubt.
The Devil’s gonna be alright mucking around with the time,
The Devil’s setting up embargoes here in the studio with Emmet and Carlos,
So I’ll drop a line, or I’ll drop four, or more, in the wall of sound, face on the ground.
Got a question about my emcee status? That your problem Tannis?
A goddess a goddess a mission’s been accomplished got my eyes, got my heart,
A goddess a goddess a mission’s been accomplished and I, fall in line,
A goddess a goddess a mission’s been accomplished and I’m in the storm with my kite,
A goddess a goddess a vision’s coming on us and I’m on the hook with my mind. With my mind.
Well merry go blues we remain, we’re making our dues but our God forsakes,
Like the country accompaniment from Fool Who Only Loves, when you’re loving the pain inside with self-heating gloves,
Taking it stateside it’s gonna miss the northern lights, I release it and I never die to put upon it
And all the self-inflicted punchlines of the day that passed like a wild receding arrow fired up into the trees
And into the unseen space where no birds go, but those who follow the air flow.
Vultures and howls and gulls and hawks and starlings and ciceries from other sides,
Nature’s eyes, feathered on all sides on you, eyes right through,
When even God and bird forsake, oh that’s the snake, that’s the truest hell, just want you out of the visual range
Not even a target of range because the Devil don’t need your soul in winter on the banks of the still river,
When all that was once more was ice covering the land of times before
When the wind was a weight upon you, tumbling down those snowflakes, time believes me,
But the whispers of ghosts deceive me, just like the echoes that we spoke, melting like the times before was nice,
When all that was once more was ice, but we were both alright, god we were getting old,
We’re not just getting colder just old, just right, when all that was once more was ice I turned the water in your hands,
In those plans, we schemed, oh we weaved our way through, we’re so tired of feeling blue, but I’m feeling you,
Let’s take a spin, so tired of it.
The Devil don’t need your soul, but the great big dream I’ve seen it, It was a scene with us in it,
A need to feed the need of deed conducting needs as a means, which we meant, to in-tune, if we spent
None of coming downs, all of our Moon.
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016
