Marsh Witch Visions

Cover of Marsh Witch Visions

Released: 2017
Label: none

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Table of contents

  1. Marsh Witch Vision
  2. Shirtless in Hamburg
  3. California Jam
  4. No More Tears
  5. Rain in Soho (demo)

Marsh Witch Vision

"One, two, three, and."

Break into shining storefronts
Up and down the avenue
Do six months for burglary
Get a fresh tattoo
Dad buys a PA system
I invite some friends around
Just some guys I know from town

All the normal things to do down here just bore me
What is this I see before me

Take a job up at the slaughterhouse
Hammer in hand
Happy on the weekends
Singing with my band
And then one day we're bound for Denmark
One change of clothes in tow
So let's go

When the spirit moves within you, how can you resist the call
I love you all

Shirtless in Hamburg

"All right. Shirtless in Hamburg."

Sleep two to a bed
Four to a room
Prophets from the countryside
Glad tidings of doom

Too broke to play around
Like the soldiers do
All up and down
The glittering avenue

Anything's better than the future
I can see that from here

Stack the amplifiers high
Turn up the bass
Spring wild from the wings
With glitter on my young face

It's miserable outside
But in here it's warm
It always feels so stable
At the center of the storm

Snake on my chest for protection
Why the hell not

California Jam

"Here we go. The, uh, California Jam. One, two, three, and."

Helicopter in
From Los Angeles
Land at Ontario
There's guys with camera
Hey you
Can I get a quick interview

Beat-up stretch limousine
To the speedway
In the baking sun
Stay high all day
Take to the stage
Lords of the age

Drums rolling like buffalo down the plain
And I am an oncoming train
Me and the ghosts of Birmingham
Me and the ghosts of Birmingham

Light breaking overhead
Rainbow behind
And the cloudless sky
And the infinite distances in my mind
Arms in the air
Sun in my hair

Rise like dancers
Stick the landing
Feel kind of beautiful
Everybody here is beautiful
That's just how I feel
And it's real

Drums rolling like buffalo down the plain
And I am an oncoming train
Me and the ghosts of Birmingham
Me and the ghosts of Birmingham

No More Tears

"One, two, three, and."

Insane in a studio in Los Angeles
Rudderless and hungry and high
Ideas of no earthly consequence
Float across my consciousness
And then go dark as bullseyes

Go down the devil's way
Go down a twenty devil way

Twenty years on they'll be asking what I remember
Go where the dry dust crawlers tread
The fire in the vocal booth
The doctor who filed down my teeth
Dreams from the ether overhead

Go down the devil's way
Go down a twenty devil way
Lit candles pressed into the walls down there
Three cans of Aqua Net in my greying hair

Arsenic drifting down through the hourglass
Track-lit hallways that go on for days
Floating like a Portuguese man o' war
Pretty hardcore
Fire offerings, burnt offerings, thanks, and praise

Go down the devil's way
Go down the devil's way
Go down a twenty devil way

Rain in Soho (demo)

Rain in Soho is annotated with Goths.

Footnotes

someday!