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Scatscratch
03:21
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By the end of his days he'd buried it away
by the old dead tree
Stuck under the haze
Lost in the maze, with all of the other empty bellies
Wistfully forgotten laughter
Tongues furiously lashing
Crawling to the furthest destination
Sprawling the cosmos, through the holes of time
Back to nothing and nowhere
Take me back to nothing and nowhere
I know... I know
it's long, long gone
But the cold melody, like a ghost, lingers on
I can't get it out of my head
Skip like a frog, crawl like a fish
Sulking violently, his brain starts to twitch
Then, moaning, he creeps to the corner
Where he sits in a pool of his own sweat and vomit
A pair of high heels and an empty pack of smokes
A murmur in the corner from a lonely radio
Shrugging, she's pauses, then draws another line
From her vial of synthetic sunshine
And I know... I know
It's long, long gone
But the cold melody, like a ghost, lingers on
I can't get it out of my head
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Bag of Bones
03:13
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Soaked to the bone
Froze to the tips
Out in the cold
Diggin' a ditch
Taken for a ride, a one way trip
Fell in love with the rhythm and curve of her hips
Now I'm just a bag of bones
Good for nothing
Just a bag of bones
I'm useless
Ain't got no cash, can't buy no green
My friends, they ask where the hell I've been
Well I've been wasted all day, just to pass the time
That don't get me nowhere, but it sure feels fine
I'm just a bag of bones, good for nothing
Just a bag of bones, I'm useless
Took that cocain, put it up my nose
Drank down that bottle and took of all my clothes
Then i ran through the streets singin' every song I know
Now I'm just a no good for nothin' useless bag of bones
Just a bag of bones, good for nothing
Just a bag of bones
I'm useless
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Lost Letters
01:03
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In the eve of winter
Lay me down to sleep
My faded heart is tender
Let the wound bleed
The letter read "old friend,
this war cannot be won"
The devil took the woman
I've lost my only son
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Sweet Poison
03:46
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Come little one, look into my eyes
I'll show you an endless white light
A journey of a thousand lives
See the sound of nostalgic relief
Feel it scream as the wise man misreads
In the eve of winter, lay me down to sleep
My faded heart is tender
Let the wound bleed
Sweet poison, sweet relief
Slow suicide
Let the wound bleed
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What Do The Crows Know?
05:19
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They say he lines his hat and shoes with copper
And goes out late at night
Passed the street lights and city signs
Deep, deep, deep into the countryside
No relatives, no wife, son, or daughter
No one to notice he's gone
He could be just a lonely man, going anywhere but home
But they say he's got a story to tell
His own folklore fairytale
And it grows from tongue to tongue through town
Because he doesn't tell it himself
His is not a tale of illusion
Not about betrayal or deceit
Just a simple story of confusion
Between the living, and so called "deceased"
As it goes he never really was an ordinary child
He didn't go to church or to school
Raised by wise grandmothers eyes
They may call him crazy, but not a fool
Not a single soul in town could tell you his age
But everyone knows his name
they all watch the murders fly and circle his house up on the hillside
What do the crows know?
If there's a mind, there's a universe behind that little black bead of an eye
Just one more, again and again
There's no need to nock at the house of sin
The doors never locked, I just let myself in
And as the early morning frost creeps in through the walls
Love has withered to a thin shade of lust
Satisfaction through addiction into disgust
Alone
Taking it across the line, it's the downfall of all of mankind
And it echoes through my bones
Giving in to the twisted design
I strike the match, spark the flame, burn down my own home
I am the hand that held the knife
I am the knife
Slit my own throat
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The Staggers & Jaggs Vancouver, British Columbia
The Staggers & Jaggs is a folk band that weaves together old world traditional tunes, country and swing and even reaches all the way back to the powdered wig and harpsichord era for a pinch of spice. Featuring Sabrina Robson (vocals and harmonica), Conrad Shynkar, (guitar and vocals), Blake Mackay (keys and vocals) and Melissa Walker (stand up bass). ... more
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