1. |
Bayou
03:28
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Oh the pretty bodies they do flow
Oh the pretty bodies they do know
And there ain't nowhere to go
When the pretty bodies flow
Whoa
Whoa
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2. |
Little Death
04:06
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A little sorrow
A little spring
A little death is what he brings
A little splendor
A little loss
A little death we bear the cost
Oh little death
Oh little sun
Oh little king
What is it you have brung?
A little bliss
A lot unknown
A little death we will atone
A little shrug
A little sigh
A little death
An old blind eye
Oh little death
Oh little sun
Oh little king
What is it we've become?
Do not intrude upon my grief
Consolations rouse and inflame
Perhaps softened by time
Conquer grief and do not cheat
Learn to be wretched, still
Learn to be wretched, still
Learn to be
Learn to be
Oh little death
Oh little sun
Oh little king
Look what we've become
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3. |
Willow Tree
04:10
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Why you so angry mama?
Did the world not turn out like you'd like?
Wrapped in white linen for ya
No more water to sweet wine
Go to the willow tree
It will take your memories
Lay down upon the ground
Remove your burdensome crown
Why you so lonesome mama?
Did the world treat you so cruel?
You're mad at a dead man
Eyes stuffed with cotton
You twisted little girl
Beatin' your chest
Go to the willow tree
It will take your memories
Lay down upon the ground
Remove your burdensome crown
Some places know us better
Than we do ourselves
Some places know us better
Then we do ourselves
Some places know us better
Then we do ourselves
Some places know us better
Then we do ourselves
Go to the willow tree
It will take your memories
Lay down upon the ground
Remove your burdensome crown
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4. |
Red Drum Skin
03:16
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Born of sacrifice
With hungry appetites
The Daughters of the Air
Sweet harmonies
Calling fervently
With painted wings fair
And one sweet silver note could make the Devil cry
Cruel minuet
When yellow dune grass
Hails the white caps
Are they veiled threats?
Salt church
Wounded sound
Men laugh
As they drown
Hibiscus ooze
Seaweed grin
Succulent mane
Red drum skin
Red drum skin
Ohh
Gutted symphonies
Washed by the seas
Waves of charcoal
Golden lattice nets
Clear pearl eyes
Our lips to console
And all you small trodden souls oh you make us cry
Lay down your burdens
We'll pour honey
On this sacred ground
For you weary vermin
Salt church
Wounded sound
Men laugh
As they drown
Hibiscus ooze
Seaweed grin
Succulent mane
Red drum skin
Salt church
Wounded sound
Men laugh
As they drown
Hibiscus ooze
Seaweed grin
Succulent mane
Red drum skin
Ohh
Salt church
Wounded sound
Men laugh
As they drown
Hibiscus ooze
Seaweed grin
Succulent mane
Red drum skin
Salt church
Wounded sound
Men laugh
As they drown
Hibiscus ooze
Seaweed grin
Succulent mane
Red drum skin
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5. |
Noonday
04:20
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The devil
Slipped into my dreams
She was a little girl
She taunted me
And when I woke
The walls were red
Got mud in my mouth
Mud in my mouth
Mud in my mouth
The devil
Slipped into my dreams
She was a scorched road
She burnt me
And when I woke
He turned to me
Got blood in my mouth
Blood in my mouth
Blood in my mouth
Release me
I'll take scraps of your mercy
Release me
I don't wish to see
The devil
Slipped into my home
She was all angry teeth
She clung to me
The oily air
Slicked my tongue
Got hate in my mouth
Hate in my mouth
Hate in my mouth
Release me
I'll take scraps of your mercy
Release me
I don't wish to see
I've got a lonely ache where a heart should be
Release me
I've got a lonely ache where a soul should be
Release me
I've got a lonely ache where no one can see
The devil sees
The devil sees
The devil sees
The devil
Slipped into my mind
She was a sunny day
She held me
And when I slept
She smiled at me
I have no mouth
No mouth
No
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6. |
Chapel Hill
04:33
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I close my eyes
I feel the sunlight
Through these fragile veils
Pretty colored things
Whisper on the breeze
There's been a murder on Chapel Hill
I close my eyes
I feel the sunlight
Through these fragile veils
Pretty colored things
Whisper on the breeze
There's been a murder on Chapel Hill
I close my eyes
I feel the sunlight
Through these fragile veils
Pretty colored things
Whisper on the breeze
There's been a murder on Chapel Hill
Come little children
Come sweet dears
Come little children
Don't fear
Don't fear
I close my eyes
I feel the sunlight
Through these fragile veils
Pretty colored things
Whisper on the breeze
There's been a murder on Chapel Hill
Come little children
Come sweet dears
Come little children
Don't fear
Don't fear
I hear them whisper on the breeze
I hear them whisper on the summer day
I hear them whisper pretty children
Don't stray off the path
Just stay the course
I promise that I'll lead the way
I hear them whisper on the breeze
I hear them whisper on the summer day
I hear them whisper pretty children
Don't stray off the path
Just stay the course
I promise that I'll lead the way
I close my eyes
I feel the sunlight
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7. |
Seventh Hymnal
05:27
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I am the charred tree
Streaked with coal
My breath is still and sweet
Struck by lightning
I survived the fury
Of the Sky
With the knowledge
With Her in my leaves
Blackened with despair
Proud to be here at all
I stand tall
Oh I stand tall
My big burnt branches
They will cover you
Despite it all
Despite it all
I am the silence
In temple hymns
Where Art and Love would meet
A sweet cacophony
And here I will remain
In prudent times
Although I crumble
I'll never fall
Blackened with despair
Proud to be here at all
I stand tall
Oh I stand tall
My big burnt branches
They will cover you
Despite it all
Despite it all
I am the Daughter of the Sky
I rain disheartenment
My tears are lightning
I long for glory
Cast in gold
With ivory branches
And trembling roots
Blackened with despair
Proud to be here at all
I will stand tall
Oh I stand tall
My big burnt branches
They will smother you
Despite it all
Despite it all
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49 Burning Condors Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
49 Burning Condors is a gothic witch rock band based out of Philadelphia, PA.
Kimber Dulin
(vocalist + lyricist), Chris Tremoglie (guitarist), Andriana Markano (violin),
Zach Rinck (bassist) and Kat Wilson (drums).
We thrive off the myths of malefic witches, lustful gods, and unholy ghosts bound to the Swamp, slithering with its snakes, home and grave to human and beast alike.
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