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deep red bells
06:15
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He led you to this hiding place
His lightening threats spun silver tongues
The red bells beckon you to ride
A handprint on the driver's side
It looks a lot like engine oil
And tastes like being poor and small
And popsicles in summer
Deep red bells, deep as I have been done
Deep red bells, deep as I have been done
It always has to come this
The red bells ring this tragic hour
She lost sight of the overpass
But daylight won't remember that
When speckled fronds raise round your bones
Who took the time to fold your clothes
And shook the Valley of the Shadow?
[Chorus]
Where does this mean world cast its cold eye?
Who's left to suffer long about you?
Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves?
All those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While the red bells rang like thunder
Deep red bells, deep as I have been done
Deep red bells, deep as I have been done
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dirty knife
03:32
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So suddenly
The madness came
With its whiskered wolven ether pangs
He locked the door
And shut the blinds
He laid down on the floor
And he slept like iron
While the dirty knife
Worked deep into his spine
The blood runs crazy
The blood runs crazy
Cascading letters pool on the stairs
The grass is high
The cats are wild
You can?t even touch the tip of their tails
And the blood runs crazy
With giant strides
He sang nursery rhymes
To paralyze
The wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyes
But they squared him frozen where he stood
In the glow of the furniture
Piled high for firewood
And the blood runs crazy
With giant strides
And the woodsman failed to breech those
Fangs in time
So they dragged him through the underbrush
Wearing three winter coats
And a dirty knife
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I hear the tiniest sparks in the tenderest sound
Diving music, drowning the sound
waltzing with the hairs upon my arms
And your fire flood alarm, and you tremble
And you stumble, and you scrape up your palms
I can't stay here to hold your hand
I've been away for so long
I've lost my taste for home
And that's a dirty fallow feeling
To be the dangling ceiling
From the roof came crashing down
Peeling in the heat, vanish in the rain
The next time you say forever
I'll punch you in your face
Just because you don't believe it
Doesn't mean I didn't mean it
You never know when I'll show you the never
You never know when I'll show you the never
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Wife Eyes Tulsa, Oklahoma
Wife Eyes are an experimental duo from Tulsa, Oklahoma.
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