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Kissing Carrion

by PHLEFONYAAR

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Mighty Matt This is outlaw music. Doomy Blues born out of a backwoods cult. Organic and ripe . The Devils Fruit! Favorite track: Castigation on the wings of crows.
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The wisdom of the almighty speaks loudest in the creatures that reside in silence. In too many dark place in too many hearts too many secrets under the surface too many closets filled with bones We are a gnawed shell, a broken empty cast of giggling darkness and scratching midnight
2.
Dance like a dead bird down in the dirt If you do it just so lady death will let you look up her skirt black moon above us In a hard old sky syphilis mad for oh so very long it's time to knuckle up and roll the fucking die and on that day..... oh on that day the black bleeds through showing poor deep in the mess still dripping blue. Endless johovas smell of white hot stone over yonder backwoods lies grave of broken bones was it your devils That led you astray or was it the poison in the charms that keeps you running now until this very day. Chanting in the hills Fires by the roadside
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Bleed out the black until it runs to clear Let it flow free now till it all ends in tears If a heart could cry it's tears they would be red. When grief breaks the wielder ruins belle will fill my bed Open a dark door and let the bad step inside Raised up in black tears shed upon the throne of salt gun Nickle task in the barrel of a dead mans colt steeped low in murder from crown to ass 100 long dead summers pinned behind glass Oh no all hope has flown like crows Oh no into the west wind blown
4.
How doleful is the sound how fast now is the stroke what howls that make your shattered world a vast and pointless joke carry now your long dead love see the ground in which it lies come see the end of all things good A weeping lullaby all hail all hail the red prince of losses returns in his burning shadow we all shall burn There's a place deep in us all a place that should be filled but somewhere between cot and grave it's shredded torn and killed ware kindness is a victim stung up in the trees is any wonder that we live to die and crawl on broken knees Did they hurt you? Did you hurt them?
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Eyes Like empty whorehouse with windows black dead inside from hurting praying for a heart attack feeling like there's brimstone deep within my bones i cannot live with myself no place I call home Wretched thing of blood is what I am With conscience heavy and spirit low told not wanted anywhere no place to go cast out from love driven from hope there's only peace now from the end of a rope Under a cloak of all of all things wrong the dead will Mourn and sing my song sing Of foolish man his love and trust and of his downfall and all he lost

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released February 19, 2016

Songs written by: Paul March
Mixed and mastered by: R.O.S.H. at The practice rooms
Live bass: David Simmonds
Live guitar and vocals: Paul March

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