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I was born in your shadow, with hair like a black crow
and eyes that judge men like lions
i was born in the back room, with eyes like two black moons
and lust for a fruit from the vine, a jones for the peach i've in mind
i'm culling the seed from the rind
i've stood on a steeple and pined for this lady divine
but she don't pay me no mind, the apple of her eye
but all she sees is big lies, that lovely lady divine
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virginia now, i've seen you there
you spread the news throughout new orleans
the new york times hails everything you've said
now hail a cab, get back to bed
you're no news to me
virginia now, i've seen you there
you're in the wrong dress and your conscience falls
you've got her worn to the bone, and her seat by the throne
you tear into her seams
and you've sunk all her sass, in the black hotel
we always find our way back
if everyday is darkest night, and every night is driving rain
every smile's as black as slate and if you feel the same
then meet me on the bridge, don't ask which one, you know which
if everyday is darkest night and every night is driving rain
every smile's as black as slate and if you feel the same
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Ghosts In My Heart
01:25
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this broken halo has let me down
the ring of light i once thought was a crown
is nothing more than another black cloud
it's another black cloud, it's another black cloud
this broken halo has let me down
it's another poorly paved road into an old haunted town
where the ghosts in my heart whisper: 'get in the ground'
whisper get in the ground, whisper get in the ground
cause i'm and old haunted town, i'm an old haunted town, i'm an old haunted town
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you're a curse that's creeping from my throat
with brooding eyes like burning coals, but i've got a soul riddled with holes
in my heart of darkness no one knows
in my heart of darkness no one knows
where the devils whisper
the devil whispers
the devil
you're a curse that's creeping from my throat
with brooding eyes like burning coals
but i've got a soul riddled with holes
it's why i can't just tell you the truth
i've turned your life into a monsoon
and i feel your lonesome, like a bassoon
in my heart of darkness no one knows
in my heart of darkness no one knows
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my woman comes down from her high heaven,
so out of reach it's beyond road maps
i open my iron arms to receive her
she offers salvation, but do i believe her? No
i open my iron arms to receive her
a snake tells me i'm headed home
i've laid out a life, tattooed into bone
it's one long road, leading nowhere
I was born in this town and i'll die here
i die a strange death every time i see you
it's an unspoken word, a neverending preview
of a shallowed grave, always conspiring to end me
meeting you was a strange omen fit for a strange death
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Paradise
02:06
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i've tried and i've tried, by now multiple times
to work out or divine what's lacking and wrong
with despair? I've made haste wasting time
why darkness clouds both my eyes?
i've searched and i've searched, reworked and reworked
with my hands tightly nailed to my sides
and novels of words in my mouth
years of hate built up in my heart
every breath is a call to arms
with rooms upon rooms full of useless design
with a soul so empty it can no longer resign
it's why i hate what i want and what i have isn't mine
what i have was never mine, cause what i now have in mind
is a blank paradise, another blonde parasite, i'm too young to be kind
i'm always falling, always falling behind in my blank paradise
a backwards paradigm, i'm too young to be kind, i'm too young to be kind
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Storming Pearly Gates
03:58
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when everything i touch turns from gold into soil
when i lose sight of the cross and find faith in oil
when the ground that i till finally starts to boil
right under my dried out feet, under me
i'll yell i'm done, with living city
i'm done with shuffling feet
i've stamped and mailed my final ransom note
i've forgotten about my street, i'm going south
where cornfields yawn with wind like tired mouths
and sharpened teeth run through the ground on plows
where the only beautiful sky is a mushroom cloud
i turn further from you, avoid truth with disgust
and rock back in a creaking chair, with lincoln's tophat a-crowning my head
he keeps the wolves at bay at night, he keeps the wolves at bay at night
storming pearly gates on demon dogs cause we want answers
storming pearly gates on demon dogs cause we want answers now
cause we need answers now
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In Tongues
03:21
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the lady at the bar has her hair parted just like yours
and her make up is tattooed from her eyes down to her shoes
but the kind words that you never speak sound more and more like clues
mixed with the glass she refills to help me combat my blues
de javu comes in twos but anybody who says that they've been here
before is cruising for a bruising
from jerusalem to michigan, from the sudan to your door
i perfect my swagger, throw my cigarette and walk straight up to you
but the string of words knotted in my lungs
always creeps out in tongues
the string of words knotted in my lungs always creeps out in tongues
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Great Deceiver
03:48
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the arsonist awakened a scythe scrapes against the door
the anarchist is shaken from a sleep full of plans and procrastination
waging a war against the nation in his heart
the antagonist wakes up in sadness screaming silently
if i don't lose it soon then i'm going to lose it soon
the arsonist awakened his sins burning at the door
the anarchist is shaken from a sleep full of plans and procrastination
waging a war against the nation in his heart
and after 25 years, i would say nothing if you died
well, it's a good thing they didn't ask me to eulogize
cause after 25 years, i would say nothing if you died
well, it's a good thing they didn't ask me to eulogize
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howl at the moon, i've escaped from the cage of your womb
i have loved but i won't again soon
plant your hatred like a seed and wait for it to bloom
into
howl at the moon like daggers falling from our eyes
howl at the moon like the good god who swallows lives
howl at the moon give your heart and your soul to the gloom
and i've come to suppose that these
rows and rows of woes fashioned not in passion nor in prose
are merely fractions of a whole, or lonely remnants of a ghost
cause i've searched from shore to shore
and i've wandered coast to coast but do not feel i'm getting close
to that which i must know most
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