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Down in the dirt, I took a nap
Woke up with a flannel coated in tree sap
Lit a cigarette like a live dive bomber
And went back home to my pretty mama
She was dead in bed, all I could do was sigh
Cash'll build a coffin, Jewel'll drive
To the broke bridge by the river heave
I'll baptize my sinnin' soul in whiskey
Dreamin' bout mountain tops all drippin' snow
I'm all fucked up with nowhere to go
Scream and shout, mounted top ribbon bows
Give my virgin baby to the neon glow
It's Saturday night and the future's dawning
Saturday night and we don't believe in Sunday morning
Come on, girl
Scene pretty as the slit wrists of Wall Street
And I was still a little too drunk to eat
Couple girls in the bathtub while I take a piss
Shake my shoes and hear a rattlesnake hiss
Cum-stained phone calls keep me awake
A joint in the morning keeps the pigs at bay
Daylight an enemy, the blinds are down
And I'll stay in memory of the buzzing town
With the static of vinyl still crackling
Red silhouetted girls still straddlin'
Saturday night, as the future's dawning
Saturday night, we don't believe in Sunday morning
Saturday night, out-of-body indoors experience
The disbelief of being delirious
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I'm a call you missed while falling
For someone, you barely knew
You just saw them once in passing
And you knew your love must be true
They were standing at the station
With a child, grown cold and blue
Well, if death guides us to our Maker
Then I hope They'll always carry you
Like an anchor you can't break from
Well, what hurts most get's us through
Ooo, oo, oo, oooo
Ooo, oo, oo, oooo
You once spoke of spit worth trading
Like the paint on two passing cars
And you'd trade your tongue for marriage
But your teeth, they'd make their mark
Biting down when the arrow's pulled out
And sewn up, where you'll later scar
'Cause girl, I should've told you
Cupid's meaner when February turns to March
And he's crippling anyone who'll have me
And he's killing every chance I see
Ooo, oo, oo, oooo
Ooo, oo, oo, oooo
Well, I'm a losing bet and I'm betting
That I'll lose you every time
Well, I'm a losing bet and I'm betting
That I'll lose you every time
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3. |
All The Good Horses
04:07
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I'm riding in boxes to a place in the sky
There's a floor above the ceiling of the island in my eye
I'm keeping my money and I'm keeping you in my mind
I've been waiting, unwanted, unspared, still alive
It's all the good horses in the graves of dead men
They litigate our divorces and they hate all our friends
Your heart is a corset wrapped tight around my head
My mouth's getting hungry for the hand it's been fed
For the hand it's been fed
The ground's been shaking like the fists of the rich
At the feet of the broken, like scratching an itch it can't fix
I'm down in the gutter, feeling dead and getting stiff
As the clouds have been crying, and these suits, they throw their fits
It's all the good horses in the graves of dead men
They litigate our divorces and they hate all our friends
Your heart is a corset wrapped tight around my head
My mouth's getting hungry for the hand it's been fed
For the hand it's been fed, For the hand it's been fed
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Mama's Only Child
03:40
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My tires, they're tired
And me, I'm no better
My head's just about feeling right
This ground is wet
It keeps on gettin' wetter
And I can't see no end in sight
Cause the rain won't stop coming
Like this feeling building up inside
And the night time keeps them crickets hummin
The scarecrow scares my mama's only child
Looking down at me with those cold eyes
Lately my arms, they're too weak
To pull myself up every time
I lose my footing, begin to slide
Thinking of the times I acted like a piece of shit
As though I had a right to say and do whatever come to mind
Cause the rain won't stop coming
Like this feeling building up inside
And the night time keeps them crickets hummin
The scarecrow scares my mama's only child
Looking down at me with those cold eyes
Cause the rain won't stop coming
Like this feeling building up inside
And the night time keeps them crickets hummin
The scarecrow scares my mama's only child
Looking down at me with those cold eyes
Cause the rain won't stop coming
And this feeling's building up inside
You know the night time keeps them crickets hummin'
And The scarecrow scares me
Every time I feel like I can fly
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5. |
Still Care At All
03:50
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I went down to the station
I tried to stop you before you ran
You're telling me this is no evasion
We're only gettin' as far as we can
So I won't ask you to take me back now
Matter of fact, I'm gonna beg ya to leave
I asked the sun and he just kept on shinin'
I asked the moon and she started to bleed
Man, if you could see me now
Just to see how far I've crawled
I still can't get up off the ground
Til I know that you still care at all
I lost my mind somewhere along the outskirts
Of a town with a name I don't recall
The distance never helps the heartache
But it seems that I've started to fall
So, I don't expect you to understand how
When you're gone it feels like I'm missing a piece
I wished on a star that you'd keep on burning
I wish you were a want I didn't know I'd need
Man, if you could see me now
Just to see how far I've crawled
I still can't get up off the ground
Til I know that you still care at all
[an ethereal ascension for the Southern Baptists]
Man, if you could see me now
Just to see how far I've crawled
I still can't get up off the ground
Til I know that you still care at all
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Borrowed Time
04:17
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Well, I woke up today
Screwed my head back into place
I'm tired of twisting around like a damn old weathervane
And I put on my best face
Prepared to meet the day
And I tried to wash away all these mistakes I've made
I guess things are about the same
But it's a slow thing, to change
I'm still on this borrowed time
Still chasing after better days
And I can't see the bottom just yet
My eyes, they are sunken
Like some forgotten treasure
You don't have to explain these days
It's more pain then pleasure
I guess things are about the same
But it's a slow thing, to change
I'm still on this borrowed time
Still chasing after better days
And I can't see the bottom just yet
Well, I woke up today
I screwed my head back into place
Tired of twisting around like a damn old weathervane
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7. |
Cold Night Sweats
03:47
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Well, the night ain't cold when you're burning
And the devil's out leading the way
He knows a little detour, or at least I heard him say
But I'm on him like a cold sweat,
That's been collecting at his brow
And he's regretting the price he paid
For a soul that's seen better days
I'm out back taking my time
And i'm wasted–
On a few too many disappearing white lines
It's the big lies–
that end up changing the tide
And sink ships with all our quips
We say to ease our anxious minds
Well, I left my baggage at the airport
To hide the many wars I've waged
And there's barely a thing left inside me
Except what's fairly set in shame
Is that a fire in your eyes, babe?
Or just the glaring of a vacancy sign?
Well, I've seen it lit up every night
Inviting me to come inside
I'm out back taking my time
And i'm wasted–
On a few too many disappearing white lines
It's the big lies–
that end up changing the tide
And sink ships with all our quips
We say to ease our anxious minds
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The plot thickens
Like the greatest part of her hips
Seduced by lips
Haunted by tits
She wrote her name where the record skips
And I was a man of no faith, but good stature
Not much has changed before or after
Just a decadent dime sized dent in my forehead
And ruby red lipstick where my wrist bled
Two weeks in San Anton'
Floating with our heads above water
Bodies below watching shadows in the grove
On the cracked screen of my telephone
I realize that she whispers that I am alone
Man of no luck, no superstitions
Value faded as the passing years
Of her tattoo, beat blue as the music does allow
And I watch as she steps back into the light now
Pure fucking guitar solo gold
Her skin the face of a planet imagined as God
Leavin' trails where my fingers once walked
The roses in her cheeks, blue summer bloom
Forgotten rituals in her eternal bedroom
A life of no pride, the ego shed
A cracked dry kiss of dirty ruby red
A bitter man once born, is a better man
He's a better man when he's dead
When he's dead
When he's dead
Dead
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Buried
03:20
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I'm stressed and stomachin'
All I can in front of them
Here goes another ten
Fistful of stubbornness
And my feet might get me there
But I'll crawl if it comes to it
There's a wall been crumblin'
And I still ain't over it
Open the window, I need air
Heard on the radio you were dead
"Love is a weapon"
Where has your head been?
Buried in secrets so deep
Couldn't reach you there
Does it get any better than
I spent a week just sleeping in?
Keeping up with the cooler kids
Wore me out like you could've expected
See it for yourself
I'm out crying wolf again
Dog gone this foolishness
Here I am so full of it
Open the window, I need air
Heard on the radio you were dead
"Love is a weapon"
Where has your head been?
Buried in secrets so deep
Open the window, I need air
Heard on the radio you were dead
"Love is a weapon"
Where has your head been?
Buried in secrets so deep
Couldn't reach you there
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(Now That I'm) Tryin'
05:00
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It's the color of dawn
That gets me every time
And it's no surprise
That i finally feel alright
And my face is warm
And red as the day i's born
Been cryin 'and flailing around
For fucking 30 something years now
It's that bruise blue that turns to orange
A picture better never drawn
it's easy to get lost in this pain, you know
It's my own damn fault
And I still feel high—
There'll always be another hill to climb
I want to call you mine
As long as I can, so long as you don't mind
My recklessness and the heaviness
Of going for broke and then (maybe) ending up penniless
Well, this unkept bed has seen inside my head
And I'm losing sleep dreaming of being better, yeah
Well, I wonder if the sun's as warm as your laughter
When it's showing in the corners of your eyes
But I think that you'll make it to wherever it is you're headin'
And to be sure I got a car that'll make the drive
It's the smell of a lawn
Freshly cut and I'm holding on
Feeling good until I see my flaws
Getting high's good until the moment you fall
Like a clear night sky
With all the holes through which I see the light
It's just another awful pretty song that I'll write
That might make even Hank Williams cry, or maybe he'd smile…for a while.
Well, I wonder if the sun's as warm as your laughter
When it's showing in the corners of your eyes
But I think that you'll make it to whereever it is you're headed
And to be sure, I got a car that'll make the drive
Well, what's left will be alright
At least to get us by for the night
You should see how bright she shines
It's getting better now that I'm tryin'
I don't think this'll ever die
I could tell you, show you the reason why, alright
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11. |
Get What's Coming
03:23
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Ten-folded dollar bills, between my middle and my index
You need some more, baby-- bend over and get my dick wet
I can pick you up for a night, drugged and out of sight
All you need's a little line and a knife to be sure you cut it right
[ne'er-do-well and illegal noises]
Well, I said I'm out of the stuff, but I can put you up for the night
A dead motel in the middle of hell and a glass of wine to do you right
Jesus fuckin' Christ, you got the beady eyes of some mice
And throat so fuckin' good, I think I'll come twice
Sit down, let me tell you what I got
What I got for you isn't much
Barb-wire fence, watch out for your eyes!
We're all out of time
And I'll rip your neck right off your spine
Cause I'm a bad man, baby
I'm a mad man, baby
With your ass in my hands, baby
I'm a sad man, baby
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
Oh yeah
Well, I'll get what's coming to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's comin' to me
I'll get what's coming to me, ooh yeah
Oh yeah-- no, no
Oh yeah-- no, no
Oh yeah-- no, no
[maniacal, psychotic freak out]
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There's a wren in the willow
And a wrench in the wheel
You were just one in the same
Like a flower blooming as it wilts
There's a hollow where I followed
What once was still real
It's flooding from the cracks
And drowning all (that I) feel
But I'm still here kicking
And stumbling all around
I'm blue out here waiting
To be led into town
Like a horse to the water
Won't you show me the way?
I can't hear you talking
But I can feel just what you say
There's a tune I've been coughing
Out the top of my neck
If you sell it to the station
Maybe we could pay off our debts
See a new type of dirt
Shoveled over my grave
I've been doubting my true worth
And I don't even remember my name
But I'm still here kicking
And stumbling around
I'm blue out here waiting
To be led into town
Like a horse to the water,
Won't you show me the way?
I can't hear you talking
But i can feel what you say
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backwoods rock n’ roll with old country roots and psychedelic tendencies straight outta Northeast Texas
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