Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The River was full as I rode into town
A ballerina danced from a hole in the ground
and all of the suicidal children waved
Cause they saw her knife and they saw her blade
and all of the gloomy children smiled for she was the mother of sorrow

I knocked on the door of the wooden hotel
and an eyeless young man answered my call

Lying in the basement of an old home
The walls are bare and whispering
They say they owe me something
Well yes, they owe me something

I was told that devils are holy
Holy for suffering the sins of man
As if we owe them something

If I were dead you'd be my coffin
To rest my weary body inside
The nights are chilly
The days are misty

But I'm inside you
I'm inside you

The heartache you brought me
Is coming in handy
For making me shake all night

And if I am nervous
I crawl in the furnace
And sleep until the daylight

Well welcome all you little girls with your arms in the air, reaching for the crows
I'd love to fall in your arms, I'd love to fall in your arms,
by mistake in the middle of that lake
There's a book that is floating to the shore,
I'd love to fall in your arms
Love to fall in your arms by mistake in the middle of that lake
There's a book that is floating to the shore

Dream dream I'll dream of you
Close my eyes when the day is through
My true love's dead but I'll see her in my head
When I lay my body on the bed

Dream dream I'll dream of you
Close my eyes when the day is through
The night she died she said to me

I wish I didn't break everything
I wish I was younger
I wish there were ghosts in my house
And lightning and thunder

And I wish you weren't sick anymore
Oh, I wish we could live forever

Walking home late from midsummer fair
A drunken man stumbled alone
A bitter wind blew through the dirt in his hair
And the branches were rattling like bones like bones
The branches were rattling like bones

Suddenly a pack of glowing black dogs
Came bounding toward him from the woods

In the violent October 1347
A ship from far Asia did sail into port
In the cargo were rats all covered with fleas
Come to old Europe to spread their disease

Pneumonic bubonic and oh worst of all
Septicemic plague would kill in an hour

A black cat sits upon my tomb
Howlin' at the pumpkin moon
He wakes me up most every night

And when I rise it's such a fright

A-hoo, a-hoo
A-hoo, a-hoo

December fifteenth, twenty-fourteen
Down in the cellar
So cold and unclean

Rollin' old dice
Thinkin' ‘bout death
An ache in my heart
And a chill on my breath

On a cold winter night
With the moon big and bright
As the town lay asleep in their beds
Near the old rusted gate
By the side of the lake
Lay Mary with an axe in her head
In the morning they found
Her sad withered bones

Hear the scratching at the window
He knew that she’d be back
Though many years have passed now
She’s finally home at last

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And the grave may hold her bones
Her skin is soft as mold

Are you sitting alone tonight?
Did you make it back home alright?
If I knock on your door at one
Will you forget the things I've done?

Slowly back my fingers bend
I'm just waiting for the end

I went out driving just the other night
Far away from all the city lights
The music in the car was turned down low
I was lookin' for a place I used to know

Called Weary Road
Weary Road
We used to meet there in the days of old

Some day soon we'll all be dead
I wonder what will happen then
I wonder what will happen then

Some day soon when we're all dead

Some day soon we'll all be dead
And ghosts will float out of our heads

The wind through the trees makes no sound
Underground underground
Nothing but bones and old dreams
So it seems so it seems
But sometimes she hears him moan
“Please help me please help me.”
But you cannot be saved from the grave
No you cannot be saved from the grave