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Break You In
03:08
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You shimmer like
The poisonous knife
As it goes in
Struck dumb and blind
Spellbound and tied
To your skin
Jesus Christ, I've served my time
And if I had the chance to do it all again
I'd break the chains of you
And I'd break you in
The snake entwines
He's yours and mine
Let him in
The garden black
Marks on your back
Speak of sin
Jesus Christ, I've served my time
And if I had the chance I'd do it all again
I'd break the chains of you
And I'd break you in
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2. |
La Vengenista
02:53
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With my tin skeleton and a brand new ghost
I set sail for you on the Mexican coast
I had demons all wrapped up in my hair
I had angels armed to the teeth around me everywhere
“Anhelo, Anhelo
My lover my soul
I will find out where they buried you
And I will take you home”
I was wind, I was dust, I was fire
No, they could not hold me back, but Lord they tried
The birds rose and sang your name to the night
I went to the mountain, I raised up my hands and I cried:
“Anhelo, Anhelo
My lover my soul
I will find out where they buried you
And I will take you home”
When I left the town lit the sky
You have never seen flames rise so high
No, you have never seen flames rise so high....
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3. |
The Violence of Man
02:50
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They're fighting in the streets
They're fighting on the TV
Did you learn to make a fist
Before you learned to speak?
And did you cut your teeth a little too soon?
The answer lies in your eyes
It lies in our wounds
The violence of man
The violence of the beast
The violence in your heart
Your violence for me
And the blood it runs by
The master comes to eat
The blood and the body
Now he's full of Christ
And the life of the party
He has a gun for you, he has a gun for me
He just asks that we all send him some money
All he really needs is a little more money...
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4. |
Cruel to Be Kind
03:58
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He said “Show me where it hurts
And I promise you I will make it worse"
I’ve laid dead flowers at your feet
I’ve put the red on your lips
And licked the points on your teeth
Your heart is strange like mine
And sometimes it's cruel to be kind
I’ve led you to water and not let you drink
Because sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
It’s cruel to be kind
I’ve seen you bleedin’ on the floor
And I’ve never loved, never loved you more
The crowds all come to gather
When you rise to speak
And they hang on your words
Then they hang on the trees
Your heart is strange like mine
And sometimes it's cruel to be kind
I’ve led you to water and not let you drink
Because sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
It’s cruel to be kind
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5. |
Painted White
03:19
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I’m painted white
And I’m buried deep in
Your underground
And the ghosts are mad
‘Cause it’s not easy
Just hangin ‘round
I no longer sleep
In the night of the sound
I fever dream
And I can’t be found
Your offerings
Are dark and profound
But it’s hard to breathe in
Your underground
And the ghosts are mad
‘Cause it’s not easy
Just hangin round
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6. |
Judas Hex
03:22
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Nobody loves you like Judas
Puts his hands in your mouth
And pulls out your innocence
Can you taste the scorpions on his lips?
You are the devil now, you are his
You are the devil now
And trembling lights fill trembling skies
The lambs are on the run
The widows weep tonight
Nobody loves you like Judas
Wrapped in his wings you are perfect
But he is a fever and you're no longer his fever pitch
You are the devil now, you are his
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Pale and Blind
02:12
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Oh darling,
I think about you all the time
Have you lost your innocence?
Have you lost your mind?
As pale as you want to be
As pale and blind
There's a house on a hill
It's not yours, it's not mine
And I no longer believe
In "Once upon a time"
As pale as you want to be
As pale and blind
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8. |
The Hollow Fin
03:07
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The water came so quickly
Crashing in my mind
Hands so thin and hungry
Clawing back in time
And if I ever fed you
I hope I gave you what you need
And if the sun still shines upon you
I hope you sometimes think of me
I hope you sometime...
I hope you sometime...
And I'll be hollow
What else could I be?
Tender words unspoken
Turn so cruel on their vine
I never meant to sling an arrow
But love is vicious when it dies
And if I ever fed you
I hope I gave you what you need
And if the sun still shines upon you
I hope you sometimes think of me
I hope you sometime...
I hope you sometime...
And I'll be hollow
What else could I be?
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9. |
Shiver
02:49
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She wept endlessly
But the dawn came so easily
It fell so softly upon her cold face
It caressed her brow with an angel's grace
Dark were the days I ran to you
And the shiver in these bones I gave to you
It's cruel the way I'm bound to you
Because love, for you, love is only love
She wept endlessly
But the dawn came so easily
And the shiver in her bones is hers now eternally
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Tongue
03:40
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I’m twisting and writhing in the arms of this night
My soul is fevered, my eyes are on fire
Dear, you’re the curse on my house, on my home
You are the ghost that rattles my bones
This ache is so lovely I can taste it on my tongue
Dear, you’re the fever that tears me apart
Come pull me close at the height of agony
You are hungry, you are hungry and you belong to me
You can keep a wavin’ your gun at me
But Honey, I was born with a bullet in my teeth
So don’t you waste your precious time
Honey, I was born with the devil in my eyes...
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11. |
Over Your Bones
03:23
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Death came calling, and I do believe
For Death tells no lies when he comes to me
And I cried over your bones
So I took your books and I took your clothes
And I took your chair and your lock of hair
And I laid them across your grave and I knelt down and I learned to pray
And I cried over your bones
So I asked my mother how to ease the pain
And I asked the Preacher, I asked him the same
They said "Kneel down and learn to pray"
So I spoke to God- but I felt the same
And I cried over your bones
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12. |
Dark Horse
02:39
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He rides a dark horse
Crosses burned in its sides
He rides, hooded
In the dead of night
I call
I call to him
I call to the night
And the wind in the trees
Calls to me,
“Salvation, salvation!”
And I feel him breathe
Into me
Resurrection
He rides a dark horse
He doesn’t live; he does not die
He rides, shameless
Through this mountain side
I call
I call to him
I call to the night
And the wind in the trees
Calls to me
“Salvation, salvation!”
And I feel him breathe
Into me
Resurrection
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The Long Wives Corvallis, Oregon
The Long Wives is the solo project of Brandy St. John.
"St. John spins haunting yarns, each
woven simply with a guitar, piano and her throaty, impassioned voice. She makes beauty like you wouldn't believe." -Mishka
"Brandy's tender 'songs about death and love, and the death of love' bristle with a striking clarity. Songs to love without condition." -Dots and Dashes
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