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No Skin
02:02
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No Skin
Mother, you still got your clothes
There’s no skin, Only bones
I’m gonna rob your grave and take you home
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2. |
The Devil Is My Friend
05:34
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The Devil Is My Friend
I met a girl named Cindy somewhere out on Highway 10
She looked lost and hung over, Ain’t no telling where she’d been
She said she’d run away from home with a sadness in her eyes
Sometimes in my restless sleep I still hear poor Cindy cry
I don’t need your Jesus, No I don’t need his help
I don’t believe in heaven little darlin, but Hell exists right here
I don’t need your prayers, I pray for a means to an end
Cause the devil is my friend
I bought her a late breakfast, took her to a cheap hotel
I robbed her of her innocence, she promised not to tell
I held her down at knifepoint, buried the blade into her spleen
The flashbacks, they still come and go, I still hear poor Cindy scream
The world will break your heart at least a thousand times
And leave you with no answers to all the reasons why
Battered, bruised and broken, Your peace will never come
The truth is never spoken, until the damage has been done
I covered her nude body with the sheets upon the bed
Her bloody kiss upon my lips, My lover now lay dead
I guess I’ll never understand what came over me
Perhaps I wanted more for her than a life of misery
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3. |
What's Left Of Us
04:10
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What’s Left Of Us
The old man drinks from the bottle
And the baby drinks from the breast
The weak, they sink to the bottom
And the rich die poor just like the rest
I will drag the waters dry, comb the earth until I die
Uncover earth, Uncover us
I plow the dirt and the red clay, Turn every stone
And mark the graves, Undo unjust
Now she’s driving away with them walking shoes on
Nothing left now to say, Boy she’s already gone
You keep covering up the truth, All we are will turn to dust
Doll, If that’s the path you choose, You’ll destroy what’s left of us
The scripture is all but forgotten
Crucifixion for the Saint Sinner-man
We’re the failure of all of our fathers
Resurrection for the last apocalypse
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Sing For The Dead Man
05:27
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Sing For The Dead Man
There’s cats on the wall and scraps on the floor
Dogs beg with infants, Crawling on all fours
Her best Sunday dress hangs on the door
The water’s gone too dry for drinking
How long, How long must we sing
I count my blessings, I still sing
Sing for the dead man
Dogwood and sage for the sake of the poor
Whiskey and sawdust, We’re forever pure
Sinners & Saints in the eyes of our Lord
Sweat and hard labour, need not ask for more
Sing one for Mary & Joseph & John
For Jesus and all of the angels above
Sing one for Mother, I’m coming home to you
Sing For The Dead Man
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5. |
Weeping Willow
04:26
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Weeping Willow
I saw you staring back at me, From the shade
Of that weeping willow tree
I’ve got a bandit’s voice, Oh it never breaks, It never bends
Oh but boy, does it ache, Like that sad little tree at the end of our fence
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6. |
Corpse Carver
04:42
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Corpse Carver
In your eyes and in your bed sheets, Uncover secrets you keep
I’ll be knocking down the walls you’re holding up
I’m your Jesus on the cross, You’re my savior when our love is lost
You’re the corpse inside my heart I’m digging up
Baby girl, I could be your man, But only if you want me to
I know it feels so wrong, but baby it’s alright
I got the fire in my soul and I’m carving up the bones tonight
You’re the keeper of the flame, I’m the beast only your love could tame
You’re the sludge inside my soul, black toxic waste
In the face of fear we ride, In the darkness, be my guiding light
Girl I need your kiss, I’m addicted to the taste
There’s blood on these tracks again
Look what we’ve done to ourselves
Black hearts and broken backs
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7. |
If It's Not Too Late
10:24
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If It’s Not Too Late
There’s no ring there that binds you, Not carved in the wood
A cold winter’s rain gonna fall, but you’re washed in the blood
You’re covered in leaves, You’re the ghost in the trees
The wind cries and it sounds just like you used to
You’re painted with mud, You’re the ark and the flood
Not of the earth, You are the sacred soul of truth
I promised I would be good to myself, If it’s not too late
If for any other reason, I might find someone else
And I can be saved and forgive myself and start over again
And not hate myself, If it’s not too late
From the vine wild and ageless, She runs with the wolves
She’s untamed and contagious, To the core from the root
Red Blooded, Right Handed, Red Blooded, Red Handed I swear
Red Blood, Right Handed, Red Blooded, but I still got my left
Honor and virtue, I’ll never hurt you as long as you live
It’s the words that we speak, The words with no sound
The lies that we tell, They’re pulling me down
Like the weight of love pulling me down
Disconnect & Disarm, I only wanted to hold you in my arms
But it seems so surreal, This dream can’t be real
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8. |
Only Bones
01:04
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M.O.M.
06:03
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M.O.M.
I love the dead and they’ve been down a while
Oh madness Oh Mama, I swear
Oh madness Oh Mama, I’m coming down there
I had a dream, I dug you up
Your hair was as dark as the dirt
You were asleep, I dug you up
Now you are here safe with me
Just like a vampire, gonna suck on your veins
Night of the zombie, gonna feast on your brains
At the graveyard in the country, I sat upon the stones
I talked to all the spirits of the people that I’d come to know
The wind was but a howl and cold was the ground
As I prayed to the pitch black nothingness before me
There was no peace to be found
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10. |
Graveyard Country Blues
05:12
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Graveyard Country Blues
Mama Killa
Mama Killa
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Henry Derek Elis Los Angeles, California
Henry started creating acoustic based folk music under the moniker : To The Boy Elis, a reference from the Austrian born poet Georg Trakl. His love for roots & folk music eventually inspired him to take on a more sophisticated approach to the craft.
Henry Derek Elis recommends:
Bret & the Boyz
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Dark & Lovely
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Sanctuaaaaaaaary!!!!!!The album is a journey through one of the most inventive soundscapes you will find in this genre.
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Freedom of the Press
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