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Black Waters Blowed/Engine Broke Blues Lyrics
I found a penny where the black waters blowed
A dagger, a crown, or a home in the snow
And scraps, soil, and sentries for the children below
There's ones that are liars & ones that don't know
There's ones that are shattered while others get saved
I will not be buried in my mother's grave
I'm a wing in the water between the dull waves
There's ones that are shattered & others get saved
The Gallows was hungry & tawdry & slow
And fists full of candy for the children below
The bones of a horse, knee-deep in snow
There's one that are liars & ones that don't know
We go too slow (too slow) - ignore...
We go too slow (too slow) - hurray !
We go too slow (too slow) - ignore...
It was
No joke
When your engine broke
And the monsters came – a’brawling...
Those bankers
Always win,
And this trouble
That you're in
Is not your own
We're each and all this fallen...
Feathers
In your spokes
Motherfuck these
Weathered yokes,
I wish we could
But worries always calling...
Thieves
In our clothes
Trophies for their trifles
They don't know
Their glory's only
Vapors...
And pennies
For our pride
Goddamn these
Tired eyes
I'm so in love
With all
Our still born labors...
No homeland for the gentle-hearted
Lack and tears for the young departed
For all the good they never started
We're building train wrecks in the setting sun
We're building train wrecks in the setting sun
We're building train wrecks in the setting sun (in the setting sun)
A dagger, a crown, or a home in the snow
And scraps, soil, and sentries for the children below
There's ones that are liars & ones that don't know
I will not be buried in my mother's grave
I'm a wing in the water between the dull waves
There's ones that are shattered & others get saved
And fists full of candy for the children below
The bones of a horse, knee-deep in snow
There's one that are liars & ones that don't know
We go too slow (too slow) - hurray !
We go too slow (too slow) - ignore...
No joke
When your engine broke
And the monsters came – a’brawling...
Always win,
And this trouble
That you're in
Is not your own
We're each and all this fallen...
In your spokes
Motherfuck these
Weathered yokes,
I wish we could
But worries always calling...
In our clothes
Trophies for their trifles
They don't know
Their glory's only
Vapors...
For our pride
Goddamn these
Tired eyes
I'm so in love
With all
Our still born labors...
Lack and tears for the young departed
For all the good they never started
We're building train wrecks in the setting sun
We're building train wrecks in the setting sun (in the setting sun)
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I have to say, that as much as I love the upped guitar role, I am really sad to see the strings reduced so much. I think it would have sounded so awesome with the strings as prominent as they usually are. The whole album could've benefited from that.
Just my opinion though.
yeah tdamcbigity, i agree.. and as much as i like the newer stuff, i prefer their first two-three albums more. i just bought horses in the sky and the new album two weeks ago and the new album especially (besides Blindblindblind - i love that song) still has yet to grow on me. they're always evolving this band, and now they're a lot louder - which is definetly not a bad thing, though. and i mean even with the vocals, i prefer they way they sang on the first two albums (although i really do enjoy the choir) because the vocals were only used stylistically and not all the time. i'll be honest - so far i don't like 1,000,000 died to make this sound - but it still has yet to grow on me so i'll keep my mind open and end this rant.
Yes, we are really going too slow.
I think the prominence of the guitar and the toned back string section gave the record a different kind of power than, say, "Born into trouble..." in that it is an angrier sound. Almost more active in its despair and hopefulness...or...no...I should just say...it's got more of a punk feel to it. Yeah, angrier is a good word. Previous records were no doubt full of rage the good kind, but they were offset by the mournful beauty of their string arrangements. They approached their music differently here, and to good effect. I think if you want strings you should just listen to "BITATSFU" or "HHLUABSOLSGTCOOR"...If you are angry, if you need motivation to go to those barricades, as so few of us have gone, this is the record for you. I could go on more coherently but scotch! Scotch is impeding my ability to do so. Also, I love turning Silver Mt. Zion records into acronyms....utterly pointless.
This song is beautiful and tragic, as most of their tunes, and is an indicting mirror held up to our world and ourselves.