You left on Tuesday, slipping out dead
Blood is shed on simpler ground: Brown & red
If you'd dug a little deeper down, don't discuss
Wander in the wooden way, walk the night
Dig a little deeper, love.
Find today
Another one on your belt
You left on Tuesday, slipping out dead..
Eyes roll back in my head and I'm dead
In his dead grave
In his dead shoes
He is chicken shit
He is screwed
"I wish that I could just get stoned and be dead."...
She said, "I am so black... he is so biege."
"Why don't you, walk it off?
Take a little time."
Wander in the wooden way, wonder still
Dig a little deeper, love
Find today
Just another one in your head
In his dead grave
In his dead shoes
He is nothing but screwed
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024