All lyrics written by Tayler Lynn & Bradley Laina
All Rights Reserved ©2014
Blood & Bone
We were born into the way,
In a hospital bed in some suburban state.
Oh mercy, I know,
Children of the renegade.
We will fight for love and keep our neighbors safe.
For our bodies and our souls.
Dont let us go,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Come on, oh, sweet mothers,
Won't you love our fathers,
Dont you know, there's still time to make it right?
And I'll hold my brothers,
And give a kiss to our sisters on the head.
We will ride amoung the tribe.
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
HEY! HEY!
Stand up and stand wide,
With St. Christopher and our babies on our side,
Oh mercy, I know,
We aint leaving you behind.
So say your farewells,
Pack your bullets and let's go.
Come on let's go,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Come on, oh, sweet mothers,
Won't you love our fathers,
Dont you know, there's still time to make it right?
And I'll hold my brothers,
And give a kiss to our sisters on the head.
We will ride amoung the tribe.
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
HEY! HEY!
Oh--
My blood and bone.
Oh--
My blood and bone.
Granddaddy's pride.
Granddaddy's pride,
I've got my,
Granddaddy's pride.
Granddaddy's pride,
I've got my,
Granddaddy's pride
Granddaddy's pride
Granddaddy's pride
I've got my,
CHORUS OUT
Rose & Ivy
Seven day's supply,
Of your sweet vanilla wine inside your coat.
Bourbon on my breath,
I approached you singing victory or death.
Dylan on the jukebox,
And a quarter for the billiards in my hand.
We were playing games of cutthroat,
We were building up a castle made of sand.
Rose and ivy vines,
Grow below those walls now.
And our love in twilight,
Never saw the sun going down.
Catch another's eye,
Calling late night in a rage to get some rest.
Here I built a fortress,
Stacking stones to block some silent truth, I guess.
Rose and ivy vines,
Grow below those walls now.
And our love in twilight,
Never saw the sun going down.
Here beneath the moonlight,
We can't sleep at all now.
And the only comfort here,
Is to say a sharp goodnight.
A sharp goodnight,
Goodnight,
Goodnight.
A sharp goodnight,
Goodnight,
Goodnight.
Cut the light.
Clara Bow
You're riding me home,
And I'm perched on your handlebars.
The whiskey buzz,
It drives us over all the worn out stars.
I play rough,
But when I say "goodnight" it really means,
Just come up,
We can end this in the morning.
What ever happened to the ladies of the silver screen?
We up and died,
With your cinematic chivalry.
I saw the ghost of Clara Bow,
In the reflection of your tired old routine.
But let's just cut that scene.
Let's just cut that scene and burn the reel.
I get what I want,
And your my instant gratification.
Similar thoughts,
Have robbed the good girls of their patience.
I'm standing at this pay phone,
Waiting on a gypsy who said you would ring,
If I counted to four.
But I can't hold my fire so
1-2-3-4 Ohhhh
What ever happened to the ladies of the silver screen?
We up and died,
With your cinematic chivalry.
I saw the ghost of Clara Bow,
In the reflection of your tired old routine.
But let's just cut that scene.
Let's just cut that scene and burn the reel.
I set fire,
I set fire to your projection machine.
(Kill the lights)
I set fire,
I set fire to your projection machine.
(Kill the lights)
I set fire,
I set fire,
I set fire.
What ever happened to the ladies of the silver screen?
We up and died,
With your cinematic chivalry.
I saw the ghost of Clara Bow,
In the reflection of your tired old routine.
But let's just cut that scene.
Let's just cut that scene and burn the reel.
Enemy Lines
I held you close,
Like the trigger of a gun.
My words were the bullets,
Gave you no time to run.
They cracked through your ribs,
And they punctured your lung.
With this little black heart of mine.
Springtime it came,
And the flowers they'd grow.
Over bodies lain cold,
In the dead winter snow.
They thawed out the girl,
That I've now come to know.
She's nothing like me.
Not how you know me.
It's not a war,
But you're losing me.
Your cannonball fire,
Is not coming through to me.
And I will retreat.
I'll fall back to the start.
With a photograph heart from behind.
Enemy lines.
Enemy lines.
Am I just a pawn,
In your game of despair?
'Cause I know you've got wounds,
You refuse to repair.
And I'd give you my hand,
But you don't seem to care.
Was it all a waste of time?
You're not a waste of time.
Why'd you have to go and throw it all away?
I made sacrifices that I didn't wanna make.
Am I just a chapter in your foolish crusade?
While you mapped out all the ways that you could create.
Enemy lines.
Enemy lines.
At the tone the time is 4 am,
(See your name on the phone)
And twenty seconds more.
(But I won't answer)
Till I call
(When you call)
You again
(I'm sorry again)
It's not a war,
(Why'd you have to go and throw it all away?)
But you're losing me.
(I made sacrifices that I didn't wanna make.
)Your cannonball fire,
Is not coming through to me.
And I will retreat.
I'll fall back to the start.
With a photograph heart from behind.
Enemy lines.
Enemy lines.
Pick Me Up
He's awake,
But I can't remember his name.
So I will sleep right through,
Until he gets up and walks out the room.
Til I can sneak away and call you.
Come pick me up,
I am such a fool,
For leaving you.
It's my mistake,
You know my ego always gets in the way.
And you should know that I've been drinking the booze.
It's an awful habit but it's a good excuse,
To justify the things I do.
Come pick me up,
I am through,
Breaking the rules with you.
Come pick me up,
On the corner of 79th and I don't know what,
Full of pennies and nickels and dimes,
And I'm calling my bluff.
It's a face, and a name, and prayer,
Come on and pick me up.
Come on pick me up.
Come on and pick me up.
Come on pick me up.
Red Harvest Moon
The red harvest moon hangs low down,
Beneath your October sky.
You're saying it's time to go now,
Leave your brother where he lies.
Ooooo
The black barrels filled with White Lightning,
They float down the rivers edge.
My brother he was the bright one,
Till I filled his chest full of lead.
Ooooo
Under cover of the darkest night,
We run the bottles of whiskey and moonshine.
One by one the lawmen cut us down,
And leave our spirits to spill on the ground.
What's pleasure without some pain?
The truth in masquerade.
Two pennies to cross the river,
I tossed where his body lay.
My brother he wore a star of silver,
So my brother I could not spare.
Ooooo
Abilene
Oh Abilene
I believe we have tried about hard as we can anymore.
And I have worked all my days
To claw and to scrape
With nothing to show for it.
I know it's not an answer
but I swear we still got a chance
Yes we are both gamblers
and if we don't then nobody can.
Oh the magazine in my gun
It holds the last one of the bullets you gave me
We stayed for the thrill of the hunt
but now I bound to run
and I don't need no saving.
I know it's not an answer
but I swear we still got a chance
Yes we are both gamblers
and if we don't then nobody can.
It's been a long, long, ride---
to Mississippi
It's been a long, long, ride---
straight outta hell.
I know it's not an answer
but I swear we still got a chance
Yes we are both gamblers
and if we don't then nobody can.
It's been a long, long, ride---
to Mississippi
It's been a long, long, ride---
straight outta hell.
Well if the riverbeds are running dry
Then I will walk across the stones through the city
We been kicked down so many times
that nothin' ever cuts deep enough to bleed.
You can keep California
You take sweet Tennessee
We'll keep rambling forever
You and me.
Oh Abilene
I believe we have tried about hard as we can.
Six Feet Deep
These streets are filthy with the blood of businessmen,
The haggard souls of beggars, thieves, and cheats.
The water keeps flooding in the black mud is thickening,
And the darkest corridors are where we sleep.
Tell me the story of your crooked streets
The ghost of progress never lets you rest
the grinding wheels will never sleep till we are six feet deep.
Then we'll bury all the secrets that you keep.
You were a brothel house
You were a golden road
Now an emerald tower high upon a hill
All the years have washed away
the signs of deep decay
and twisting tunnels deep below our feet.
Tell me the story of your crooked streets
The ghost of progress never lets you rest
the grinding wheels will never sleep till we are six feet deep.
Then we'll bury all the secrets that you keep.
Oh now the bridge is built then burned back to the earth.
As I sit and watch the rain erode the dirt.
Now the clouds will churn and wash the light away
All he clouds will churn and wash the light away.
I am the needle point
I am the twisted joint
and I'm wanderer of this fair golden age
I am your only friend
your cataclysmic end
and I'm the quaking ground below your shuffling feet.
Tell me the story of your crooked streets
The ghost of progress never lets you rest
the grinding wheels will never sleep till we are six feet deep.
Then we'll bury all the secrets that you keep.
Yeah we'll bury all the secrets that you keep.
Bathtub Gin
It's been a fortnight, and my dear you've barely crossed my mind.
But I've been awake for several days now.
Ripping up your dainty ribbons, tied up into knots just like the one you're tying up with him.
Oh hold me close my dear, my whiskey's kicked with everclear.
But I'm gonna drink you down the drain now.
After all the blood I've given you, the least you could do is turn around.
Well I know that we've both had our share of bathtub gin and love affairs,
But pour me one more shot, of that courage that you got.
I'll drink to you and Lucifer, and every bet that wasn't sure
If we had never met, I would live without regrets.
Oh Yeah.
Through all the dead ends I've tried to leave your face behind.
But now the fates have brought us both here.
Here to make the best of this, let's get fucked up and twisted,
and we'll wake up to a new mistake.
Oh hold me close my dear
My whiskey's kicked with everclear
But I'm gonna drink you down the drain now--
Well I know that we've both had our share of bathtub gin and love affairs,
But pour me one more shot, of that courage that you got.
I'll drink to you and Lucifer, and every bet that wasn't sure
If we had never met, I would live without regrets.
Oh Yeah.
Devil's Daughter
Hold my head underwater,
Wash away these rusty binds.
Oh, my sweet devil's daughter,
Lead me into love so blind.
Take my life,
And bleed it out.
Take my time,
And burn it down.
Burn it down.
No more talk of your sorrow,
Heed this softly spoken spell.
Oh, my sweet devil's daughter,
Lead me no more into hell.
Take my life,
And bleed it out.
Take my time,
And burn it down.
Burn it down.
Down the river,
Lay the days of winter.
Leave us wild and restless,
Let us go, no more second chances.
Down the river,
Lay the days of winter.
Leave us wild and restless,
Let us go, no more second chances.
Down the river,
Lay the days of winter.
Leave us wild and restless,
Let us go, no more second chances.
Seek your fortune,
Some where bright and golden,
Under stars and sadness,
We are all part of this love, this madness.
Make me holy,
Give me death and glory,
While the devil's daughter dances,
No more second chances.
No more second chances.
No more second chances.
No more second chances.
No more second chances.
What Better Time
When the all-knowing sea,
Restless waves and open arms,
Are obsolete.
And I will see you once again.
When you whisper to me,
That the life we want,
Was never meant to be.
And we can live like it's pretend.
And what better time than now,
Could there be to let it.
What better time than now,
Could there be to call the tides into better fortune.
When the birds circle 'round,
Like the vultures that have kept you,
On the ground.
And the sky is all but crying.
On the first day of spring,
I will melt this wax,
Upon your fettered wing.
And to the fiery sun go flying
And what better time than now,
Could there be to let it.
What better time than now,
Could there be to call the tides into better fortune.
Ooooo
Cold comfort underneath the sun,
Do you see,
That the waves are growing faster,
As they roll.
The swell, up above,
Overheard. Like an albatross.
And everything we've ever known,
Will be all but lost.
Do you see,
There between the dreams,
Of autumn's memories.
And would you say that we were lying,
To ourselves,
To our needs,
To the countless that depend on us to breathe.
I believe that greed is dying.
And what better time than now,
Could there be to let it.
What better time than now,
Could there be to call the tides into better fortune.
What better time.
Oh
Swing low,
Sing me a song,
A song that I don't know.
To and fro,
We'll go to places,
Go to places only birds can go.
And we will fall asleep,
On beds of thistle down,
While the cotton growing in the fields,
Floats 'round and 'round and 'round.
Sing me an "Oh"
Oh
And I'll sing you an "Oh"
Oh
Hi-ho,
You know, you know,
The tide is coming,
But it's moving slow.
And we will blow,
Into the fire,
Into the fire,
'Til the embers glow.
And while these shadows dance,
Along these crooked walls.
Somewhere in between,
We'll fall in love.
Sing me an "Oh"
Oh
And I'll sing you an "Oh"
Oh
Just sing me an "Oh"
Oh
And I'll sing you an "Oh"
Oh
Everything will be alright child.
Everything will be just fine.
Everything will be ok dear.
Everything will be alright, ok , just fine.
Alright, ok, just fine.
Alright, ok, alright, ok, alright, ok.
Alright.
Sing me an "Oh"
Oh
And I'll sing you an "Oh"
Oh
Just sing me an "Oh"
Oh
And I'll sing you an "Oh"
Oh
Alright, ok, alright,
Alright, ok, just fine.
Alright, ok, alright,
Alright, ok, just fine.
Sing me an "Oh"
Oh
And I'll sing you an "Oh"
Oh
Down To The Alley
Listen, listen,
We talk loud.
We need no permission,
To let it out.
Cross your t's,
Dot your i's.
Come outside,
There's a full moon rising.
Save us, save us,
Let us free.
You can't knock us down,
When we're already all on our knees.
So come on WAKE UP,
I'm taking all of you with me.
We're going down to the alley,
Where the fat cats sleep.
Down to the alley,
Down to the alley, going,
Down to the alley,
Down to the alley.
Rise up, rise up,
Let them see.
We're strong and we're mighty,
But we come in peace.
Drop your guns,
Drop your knives.
Hold each other up,
We can make it out alive.
We're going down to the alley,
Down to the alley,
Down to the alley, going,
Down to the alley.