Baroness - Blue Record lyrics
Tracks 01. Bullhead's Psalm
02. The Sweetest Curse 03. Jake Leg 04. Steel That Sleeps The Eye 05. Swollen And Halo 06. Ogeechee Hymnal 07. A Horse Called Golgotha 08. O'er Hell And Hide 09. War, Wisdom And Rhyme 10. Blackpowder Orchard 11. The Gnashing 12. Bullhead's Lament 01. Bullhead's Psalm Music by John Dyer Baizley, Pete Adams
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02. The Sweetest Curse Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
Curse with me
Profane and discreet Make her move Cross veins and chamomile Soft and sweet Seasalt silver-meat Buried deep In crowskin overcoat Save your breath This may be the last There is no novelty here on the earth O'saviour! Forever threadbare and faded Drunken and arcane... Curse the day O'saviour! There's rotgutted whiskey in ladies For to ease the pain... Or drown away Save her! You've crushed all the bones and the cradles All along the way... Along the way 03. Jake Leg Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
Jake leg!
Steal this wine away Flay me Underneath the brine Running away Through the sick and the pure "Mind your feet!" lest they firmament tread Crawl past the soft Spiraled sinewy teeth "Soiled dove!" steal the fruit of its jaws Lady! Keep those hounds at bay Feed me The fruits of Avalon The body's a vessel The hands find a cure "Flesh is weak!" and my lip needs a meal Weak in the knees And you're wet on the floor "Ace of staves!" we will dance evermore 04. Steel That Sleeps The Eye Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
Steel that sleeps with the morningstar
Would that I could sin once more Blades will sing over stone and field That their song might grace our fall Pallid limbs in the raven's thrall Fracture sulphur honey skin Waves are screaming abraxan hymns So that shoreline virgins cry Reel in place 'Til the bastards take me away Sober taste of the eye 05. Swollen And Halo Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
The steel that sleeps the eye
Needs nor tax nor toll The kings with men might lie Swollen and halo'd Her sweetest skin burns Now I've buried all the gold beneath my hide Now I'll swallow breath with blood Of pole and anchor Of stone and mitre Of God and beast and Wine and piss and Bread and fish and man The virgin ground stains Now we've wandered through the polestar's dusty floe And my crown is breath and blood 06. Ogeechee Hymnal Music by Baroness
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07. A Horse Called Golgotha Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
Call the boy
He's down the hollow Cull the tide Distill the rye Now it's time for medication Stallions on the eiderdown The stained horizon Ablaze with revolvers Stampedes and bridles Exorcise the family demons Stallions on the eiderdown The stained horizon The dark rein and rider The steed named Golgotha 08. O'er Hell And Hide Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
I took my black teeth down to the sea
Brother of mine I washed myself in your steely gaze We read your name o'er jaguar hide Brother of mine You saw terminus and bruised your knees I lashed their bodies to the wheeling suns Brother of mine You tossed wet bluebirds in the air I sensed the whetstone's dark embrace Brother of mine Tender and rude like a tiger skinned We once were lechers, rakes and rogues Mother of mine You're coming through We swam with sages, trout and thorns Father of mine You're coming through We swallowed truncheon, shield and child Sister of mine You're coming through We spoke with sinners, snakes, and slaves Daughter of mine You're coming through 09. War, Wisdom And Rhyme Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
Only an angel can feed
On ashes and ovaries Blame the pagans and saints They are one War, wisdom and rhyme The peach and the rattlesnake We are grave We are graves We will die Maybe the sawgrass did feel Burnt confederate steel Spoil't milk on the grave We were wrong War, wisdom and rhyme The catfish and bayonet We are grave We are graves We will die Grave fire War, wisdom and rhyme We will... 10. Blackpowder Orchard Music by John Dyer Baizley
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11. The Gnashing Music by Baroness Lyrics by John Dyer Baizley
All of your fears are well founded and true
All my hands are callous and cruel All of my arrows that riddle you through Are bullets that fire me back into you All of the rivers are boiling with thirst All my hands are covered with earth All of my children that gnash with their teeth Are paperback novels and dogs scratching fleas 12. Bullhead's Lament Music by Baroness
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