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Preface
00:43
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Ahaahahaaa ahahahaaahahaaaaaaaaa
Ahaahahaaa ahahahaaahahaaaaaaaaa
Ahaahahaaa ahahahaaahahaaaaaaaaa
Ahaahahaaa ahahahaaahahaaaaaaaaa
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Sirens of the Tar
03:47
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On my way through ever densening woods
I came upon a lake that strangely lured
A sudden fear made me flee in horror
Still I felt drawn towards that black water
I rambled on, searching for my home
As I met Death but he did not roam
He told me rattled; 'Traveler thou must know
I’m stranded too, and am now child of woe'
These pits are watching you
Black eyes that see straight through
They call you from afar
The sirens of the tar
Death spoke concerned; 'Don’t wander off too far
The ones who do, I find facedown in the tar
Eyes black and mute. And this ain’t known widespread;
But even I’m not sure if they’re alive or dead'
These pits are watching you
Black eyes that see straight through
They call you from afar
The sirens of the tar
Then, through the trees I heard singing up yonder
A lovely sound that eased my pondering
As I started wading I heard Death crying;
'Your soul is the tar and your mind the siren'
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3. |
Reaper
02:33
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The queen of mud made us float
She troubles the water as we go
As we go
As we go
As we go
White is dressed the host
She sheds her skin as we go
As we go
As we go
As we go
Out in the calm
Won’t do you no harm
Won’t do you no good
It’s the painless lies that hold
She makes them up as we go
As we go
As we go
As we go
Out in the calm
Won’t do you no harm
Won’t do you no good
Out in the storm
The reaper is born
Spawn from her roots
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4. |
On the Train of Aches
05:08
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He said ‘You’ll get accustomed to the leaking roof and the cold
Coasting this train through a winter on hold’
I sensed trouble from the moment he started to stare
Into the void outside, mumbling ‘bout finding an heir
On the train of aches
There ain’t much to do, just a lot to take
And keep an endless wake
‘Well son, so long and good luck!’ he said, as he jumped off the car
Into the deep, cold, all engulfing dark
I reached out, got grip of his arm and didn’t let go
But he begged and he pleaded, screamed ‘what do you know?’
On the train of aches
There ain’t much to do, just a lot to take
And all the towns you’ll reach
No one wants to live their broken dreams
Ripped at the seams
‘Have you seen what I’ve seen? Taken in years of praying?’
And in his eyes I saw countless lifetimes of pain
He shook himself free while he shouted ‘incoming freight!’
Now I ride this train by myself, but at the deadliest pace
On the train of aches
There ain’t much to do, just a lot to take
And all the towns you’ll reach
No one wants to live their broken dreams
Ripped at the seams
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5. |
Save Me
03:41
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Now why I killed my friend?
Hailed from the promised land
A noose that would save me now
Save me now
Well he was long condemned
But unaware I went
‘Save me now
Save me now’
When I learned his name was Doctrine
I slayed him on the scene
Exclaiming ‘save me now
Save me now’
But more came and a plot they hatched
For all the lost sheep must be fetched
Pressed on to save me now
Save me now
I fled and on my trail
Cried through a midnights gale
‘Save me now
Save me now’
Now as the bright moon curves her arc
An angel descends, pale and dark
To save me now
Save me now
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6. |
Idyll
01:28
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Below and Above
03:23
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Oh, as I came home one night
I called out to my love but there was no reply
Scratched on the table I could make out a line
It read: ‘I’ve taken her with me, to make her mine’
Oh, where has she gone
Oh, where is my love
Oh, I will look for her
Below and above
Oh, I went out on a search
But got no help from the law, so I turned to the church
The vicar he told me ‘A lean man dressed in black
said he was looking for your lady and I pointed him to your shack’
Oh, where has she gone
Oh, where is my love
Oh, I will look for her
Below and above
Oh, went back home in a haze
To find her body upstairs. I grazed her cold face
I wrote a note to be found by the ones that I love
‘Gone looking for her, below and above’
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8. |
Tender Eyed
03:33
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Stained with red eyed mourning
And pulled from the dead crow’s beak
Came the old man’s warning
Not to turn my cheek
Hollow a promise spoken
Grown from the barren ground
Bending the pact that choked them
They came and took my crown
Don’t you cover this up
Don’t you cover this up
Leah was tender eyed and broken
Nailed to the churches door
Telling a tale softspoken
A long forgotten lore
Don’t you cover this up
Don’t you cover this up
Don’t you cover this up
Don’t you cover this up
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9. |
Crippled King
03:18
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I have ruled with iron hand
There ain't much I did not ban
But I fear that dawn is near
And a rising at hand
It’s despair this kingdom bleeds
And my servants who’ve tended to my needs
Fight the urge to sing their dirge
These are signs you see
Anger expelled me, made me flee
Living in wealth brought me to my knees
Strapped and tortured, stripped from my fortunes
And put in penitentiary
Hear my broken muttering
Stowed away I quietly sing
All hail
Your crippled king
Now there’s a new king called anarchy
His reign is painless but weakening steadily
On the shore of a civil war
I await their call for me
All hail
All hail
Now I’m back with iron fist
Trials so foul you wouldn’t believe existed
Now pray and hope as I take this rope
With which you bound my wrists
This is the day of reckoning
I’ll make you feel my sting
All hail
Your crippled king
All hail
All hail
All hail
All hail
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10. |
Old Scars
05:09
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Moira’s here to set me free
I can feel her beady eyes on me
She told me that my lot weighed down
And that she’s out
To make me wear my crown
For years I thought I’d be left alone
But my guardian angel got enthroned
She asked me if I knew her god
As she stood awed
I told her I did not
So here they are
Back from afar
Here they are
Them old scars
The king had left his son in charge
A ruthless tyrant by and large
He told us that he would forgive
All our sins and shit
But now rules as he deems fit
Now Moira’s here to set me free
I can feel her beady eyes on me
She told me that my lot weighed down
And that she’s out
To make me wear my crown
So here I lay
Rotting, bone dry
Here I lay
Cover your eyes
Because here they are
All over my heart
Here they are
Them old scars
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Silas J. Dirge Amsterdam, Netherlands
"Silas J. Dirge offers roots-infused poetry set to sparse arrangements that deftly conveys the hidden beauty behind dark roots music" - Saving Country Music
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