I speak blasphemy so hot it sizzles
so sexy it curls your toes
I leave behind the old name
that Good Ol' time frame,
to follow the tree hanging
brown skinned baby boy
I jumps over fences and range wide
and the farther I go the clearer
the fog seems
There's a hound on my trail
with keens senses and such,
you know the rest, I won't steal too much.
You see there has been a lie on my tongue
but sometimes lies are truth too
what about you?
Are you a lie too?
I'll just follow the brown skinned tree hanging
baby boy.
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I thought I published this last week, but apparently not. It's a re-write of a song that was never quite finished.
ReplyDeleteat first it didn't quite register. then upon the reread it clicked and i said to myselfs - i like this. (blues in Ab minor?)
ReplyDeleteIt's more of a Gregorian Chant musically, and the lyrics are spoken word over the top.
ReplyDeleteDid you catch the Bill Mallonee reference?
ReplyDeletenice. call off the hounds.
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