FOLK SONGS OF THE AMERICAN LONGHAIR (2010)

LYRICS

HARD ROW TO HOE
Ten long years
Ten more to go
One rotten jail
Go on, let me go, son.
Save your prayers
Cry no more
It ain’t going to help none.
Could be the way it was.
Could be the way it was.
Could be the way it all was sown.
Could be a hard row to hoe.
You’re hitting land with hardened hoe.
But all you plant don’t want to grow none.
Beyond the pale, driven dust
There ain’t no wonder.
It’s hard to tell which way it goes.
Doing well, then way down the road, son.
You’re taking hell and giving blood
To all that want some.
Could be a hard row to hoe.
Where it ends we never know.
How or when or way down the road, son.
What kind of men will we become?
I’m trying to tell you.
Don’t let them break me, lord.
Don’t let them break me, lord.
Could be the way it all was sown.
Could be a hard row to hoe.
 
THE GIRL WHO WEPT STONES
Rolling way down.
Coming right now.
You may be gone.
Cause I been so long
In coming home
To the girl who wept stones.
Old men and young.
So many have come.
You’ve gone with none.
And left them wondering
What can’t be known
‘Bout the girl who wept stones.
She’s born in dry dirt.
Where every woman is cursed or crazy.
I know how it hurts.
All the way to God.
To get us through.
The girl who wept stones.
And I hope she won’t
Ever leave me when the cold wind
Starts to drone.
The girl who wept stones.
Wept stones.
Your love is strong
But my heart’s done wrong
To everything that’s come round.
Done weighed you up with dirt
And wore you down.
The girl who wept stones.
 
TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
Round and round
Round we go.
Where it stops?
Nobody knows it.
Side to side.
Back and forth.
God above
And the devil below him.
You got your reasons
And I got my wants.
Still get that feeling
But I’m too old to die young now.
Too old to die young now.
Above or below the ground.
Too old to die young now.
Still the good lord might lay me down.
 
TO FILL A HOLE
I slept through the time of waking
Blind like a new soul born
Torn from the God that made me
Thrown to the hell below.
Raised in a land of cages
Locked upon the dust
Up from the foot of a baby
Down to the heel of a dog
Just racing round
With my brain done blown
Just wasting time
Trying to fill a hole
Here come all the signs a’breaking.
Laid from the hand of God
You know strange is the way he made us.
Lost in the Burning Sun.
I can’t tell what is damned or sacred.
Can’t tell you where to find no love
Strange is the way god made us
Lost in the hells above
You want it.
You need it.
You feel it in your bones.
Touch it.
Go on take it.
Looking for to fill a hole.
 
HOUSE OF THE DYING SUN
When the morning breaks
And the grey dawn falls
Will my old man wake up ‘neath
The dying sun?
Watch the temples shake
Mansions to slums.
Hear the killer sing you to sleep
As the ashes fall.
They say it’s written in blood.
It been chipped in stone.
Say the cities are going to sink beneath
Fire and flood.
Well, some wear crowns of thorns.
Others of golden wire.
Some of them want to see you live
Others will help you die.
If your faith ain’t strong.
House of the dying sun.
There is the Astral Jehovah,
Prophet and bastard heir.
Just an orphan in this place
For 33 years.
Come crucify the body to the powerline poles.
On the boulevard tonight
Going to hang like a scarecrow
And sing…
No love, no love among you desperate men.
Is there no love in the house of the dying sun?
I’ve come to seek asylum
Mutate in the gene pool.
But all I’ve found here
Are slaves in the earth’s soil.
Come crucify the body
To the powerline poles.
On the boulevard tonight
Gonna hang like a scarecrow.
And sing…
Bomaye.
Is there no love
Amongst you desperate men?
Is there no love
In the House of the Dying Sun?
 
BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS
Hold now, the water rising.
Coming as the storm arrives.
Katrina come to sink the city
Bust the levee a hundred wide.
Hold now,
Don’t break the levee down
Some come to save the city
Ruin and rage keep pouring down
Flood born of blood and pity.
The Angel of Death soon hear me now.
Hold now
Don’t break the levee down.
Who now will take
The Battle of New Orleans?
Climb toward the roofs and shelter
Raise your arms to the sky
Women, children, mothers, daughters
Fathers, sons - done left behind.
Hold now
Don’t break the levee down.
War between God and man.
Man and man with world no end.
Oh, man he chose to build a city
Of sinful mind.
God pulled it in.
Hold now.
Don’t break the levee down.
Who now will take?
The Battle of New Orleans.
 
DEAD & GONE
Why you keep me waiting so long?
Waiting round here for way too long.
Half the day done came and gone.
Guess I’m going to have to wait here some more.
Don’t want to wait no more.
Coming up to call my lord.
Don’t want to wait no more.
Pretty soon be dead and gone.
Why you keep me hanging around?
When all you got to give me
Just cannot be found.
Begging for the cripple crown.
Thousand ways to go up, baby.
None to come down.
 
THE WORLD’S LONGEST HOTDOG
Jacked up in Waco
Baby, you just don’t know
Burnt out in Free Town
Free Town is where I am from.
If you come down to Freak Town
Bring your hotdog buns.
No, I can’t go on dragging along
The world’s longest hotdog.
Long as a slow train
High as the day is tall
Deep as the sea, baby
Cruel as the day I’s born
If you come down to meat me
Bring hotdog buns.
I can’t go on dragging along
The world’s longest hotdog.
 
OLD ANGEL MIDNIGHT
Old Angel Midnight
Lead the way to the dawn.
Tell me why
All the things I done went wrong
For now is the hour
Tomorrow the break of our bond
Yet there is no other way
No other way.
No other way.
Old Angel Midnight.
Can you come with the rain
And sing to me some more?
Hold me close
And grope me along the floor.
For now is the hour
Tomorrow the break of our bond.
And there is no other way.
No other way.
Old Angel Midnight.
 
BLACK IS THE NIGHT
Black is the night.
Full is the moon.
So strange the starlight
Down here below.
Black is the night.
Across the land.
No good or evil.
No soul of man.
Black is the night.
Upon our prayers.
Just like the darkness.
We’ve come to fear.
Black is the night.
Black is the night
We crawl in shade.
Twisted and whored.
Yonder the godless miles above.
In ash of dreams
With souls of smoke.
Upon our bodies
Just flesh and bone.
At death we weep.
In black we mourn.
We’re born in darkness
Same way we’ll go.
Black is the night.
Black is the night
But so full the moon
So full the moon
In ash of dreams.
With souls of smoke.
Black is the night
Black is the night
Let it come through.
 
All lyrics: Dege Legg
 

HOW TO KILL A HORSE (2013)

LYRICS

THE BLACK SEA
Have you never been woken and in time set free to walk a mile on the ocean of a dark black sea? I’ve never been beholden to kings and queens. But now I got the notion to get set free.  To get set free. Out upon the ocean of a dark black sea. Now I got the notion to get set free. To get set free.
 
THE DARKER SIDE OF ME.
Where has my love gone? Where can it be? Traipsing off into the dark, dark. Too way damn far to see. Where has my love gone? Where can it be? Close enough to touch the end-all? Too way damn far to dream. The time has come to see just where it all may lead. So don’t you come to grieve on the darker side of me. The darker side of me. Where has my god gone? Where can he be? Traipsing off into the dark, dark? Too way damn for to see. Where has my god gone? Where can he be? Coming around to get me one more? Too way damn far to dream. The darker side of me. Way down, way down to the darker side of me.
 
HOW TO KILL A HORSE
Deep in the warm, driving rain, there’s a shadow that all men can claim. So come to me slowly and lay. I got a horse to kill. Can you help me bind his reins? Deep in the ruins of shame, where only dogs dust, dust, and fools shall remain. I kicked and cracked my heel to find a vein. To beget a tear and yet be gone away. I got a horse to kill. Can you help me bind his reins? I got a horse to kill that no man can break. Deep in the dogma of dreams, where only fog, fate, and fool shall remain. Some say the evil will wane. To beget a fear and yet be gone away. I got a horse to kill can you help me bind his reins. I got a horse to kill that no man can break. No man can break. They say no man can break. No man can break. You know a man can break.
 
JUDGMENT DAY.
On Judgment. On Judgment Day. St. John of Revelations. Tales of holy war. One that may have started before we were born.  Prophets see the future writ in kingdoms of stone.  But ain’t none of them know which way the gavel’s going to fall on Judgment Day. On Judgment Day. Ashes to ashes. Dust to the dust of all. Some will walk on water while others tend to crawl. The signs above are heaven sent. Some come from below. If you’re going to meet the devil, man, don’t wait for the governor’s call on Judgment Day. On Judgment Day. Where will you stand on Judgment day?
 
 
POOR MOMMA CHILD.
Where you going? Where you trying to hide? Two troubled kids. Maybe got one more inside. You got them modern ways. You know they ain’t right. This ain’t no kind of place for a poor momma child. God help that poor momma. God help that poor momma child. Momma child. Lord, Lord, Lord, poor momma child. Now they got you scream and crying. Where you going? What you trying to find? Man done led you astray. Now you got to get sanctified. He got them modern ways. You know they ain’t right. This ain’t no kind of place. For a poor momma child.
 
O’DARK30. (instrumental)
 
 
WEHYAH.
You know I’ve walked a twisted mile where even fools, they don’t want to go. From the gut of a Glasgow shrine where even preachers can’t find a soul. Where even schemers can’t get a roll. Where even dead men don’t want to know. Talkin’ why. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om.  Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om.  Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om.  Wehyah-oo-wehyah. You know I’ve walked a twisted mile of every stripe of every sickening hole. From the bottom of a Brixton mine, I heard the cry of her lost soul. You know this world is cut full of crime. I even failed my punk rock & roll. Talkin’ why. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om.  Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om.  Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om.  Wehyah-oo-wehyah.
 
 
CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER
I’m a crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Craziest fucker that you ever seen. I’m crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Craziest fucker that you’ll ever meet. Yeah, I’m a crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Got a duct tape suit and some tater sack jeans.  I’m crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Koo-koo bugging eyes like some egg fried beans. Craziest fucker that you’ll ever meet. You got to give me back the pain. You got me crawling on my knees. You got me begging in the street. You got to give me back the pain.  There comes a time when a man might lose his shit in his mind, then start acting a little crazy. Maybe his daddy dropped him on the head as a baby. Maybe a crazy woman left him and it turned his brain to gravy. Yeah, I’m feeling a little crazy. Like spitting on a toenail and chewing on a daisy. You know, some of these motherfuckers will make you feel so crazy. You got to give me back the pain. Yeah, I’m a crazy motherfucker.
 
 
THE RIVER
Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. The day after the next one so little seems to change. You might milk an empty feeling and the sorrow that it brings. A circle in the meaning. Don’t know who or what to blame. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. And the year after the next one so little seems to change. The first, the last, the leaders, the lost along the way. The trouble up in between us. Got to bend before you break. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. One day after the next one so little seems to change. And you might find the mind to keep on, keeping long the way. Another mile to dream on. Dreaming just the same. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yeah, the river knows something you don’t. You don’t. You don’t. Someway you don’t. The river knows something you don’t.
 
 
LAST MAN OUT OF BABYLON.
Dreaming within a dream. Falling even further. Screaming in to scream. The buckshot stars of sand fall upon my head. No man or woman round will part me from the end. I’m the last man out of Babylon. Racing through the salt and stone and the pillars along the plain. Yeah, I’m the last man out of Babylon. Burning as the day is long. Trying to find a way. Crawling through the pantomime parade. Sinking even further to a world without a trace. Got a number for the damned. And a prayer for the lame. A curse upon the land from the flower to the flame. I’m the last man out of Babylon.

All lyrics: Dege Legg
 

SCORCHED EARTH POLICY (2015)

LYRICS

SET IT OFF
Got the scorched earth fever
Begging come on
White light dream in your head
Where you going?
Looking round the way
I don’t care no more this time
Got the scorched earth screaming
And begging come on
Black light dreaming
Don’t know what you want
Search light swing to me
To and fro sometimes
I leave it behind
No nickle and dime
But watch if I set it off this time
Set it off this time
Don’t even know what I want
Set it off this time
 
PAY NO MIND
Yeah, they call me I’m the King of Krokus.
Ball of Cokus with the ring to shine
Bring the beat down low and dirty
Ain't got to pay no mind
Sometimes the low get lonely
Sometime left behind
Way back in the hills and hungry
They ain’t got to pay no mind
I was kicking with chumps of dumpsters
Pulling pervis of a whole new kind
Hold the nutsack rock steady
Ain’t got to pay no mind
Some talk the talk a’lurking
Some walk the walk in line
Flat broke in the land of plenty
But ain’t got to pay no mind
 
SOMEWHERE
Bury this away and come and run
Off to Louisiana to get it done
Something’s got to give
Don’t know when it’ll come
Someway, somehow, somewhere
Trying to find a way to grind it on
Sooner after later it won’t be long
Something’s got to give
Don’t know when it’ll come
Someway, somehow, somewhere
Crawling all the way from Roman lore
Broke in Alabama
Don’t know where we’re going
Search for something out there somewhere
In the nowhere beyond
Someway, somehow, somewhere
Somewhere
 

DAY I WAS BORN
I’m a stone cold grinder that can’t change
Last of the bloodline to hold sway
The days get darker, you don’t say?
Ain’t seen the sunshine for 10 days
But you know I’m alive
Just like the saints of old
I came here to grind
Just like the day I was born
I sing to the mountain that don’t break
Over the fondling the same way
Days get darker, you don’t say?
Ain’t seen the sunshine for 10 days
Alive like the saints of old
Just like the day I was born
 
YELLABONE
Tell you what
You tell me why
Stack them up break high
You always get what you want
Sometimes you say jump
How high do you want me to go?
No matter what, no matter why
It goes up, don’t deny
You always get what you want
Sometimes ain't enough
But the way you give and take
Is so rough
She goes on and on and on
Yeah, my yellabone,
You know she goes on
She goes on and on and on
Yeah, my yellabone she be the bomb
No matter what
Don't matter why
You show up
I got to follow
Before you leave me behind
To catch up
To get mine
Can I climb up
To the top of your throne

REVOLUTION
Revolution
Apolitical
Twice the mythical
Thrice the physical
Don’t know if I live not know now
I got to find the real revolution
Revolution

SOULS OF THE DARKLANDS
I said old man
Why are we sad and broken?
Where are our women and old kin?
What will you leave here to forget?
Said Old Man
Where are we from?
Where are we going?
When can I get it and know it?
Is there an end to the cold within?
We are souls of the darklands
One the same and none
So alone so many among
The zeros and ancient ones
Understand we are souls of the darklands
I said Old Man, are you sad and loaded?
Or hung-over and bloated?
You drug me here now we’re broken
Said Old Man, the Kubla Khan of the trashcan
Under the lash of your last stand
The father, son, and the back of his hand
We are souls of the darklands
So far, talking way beyond the stars
From the darkness where we part
To the dirty earth where it starts
Understand we are souls of the darklands
 
JONES FOR WAR
See no evil
Cause war is in season
Like spring or treason
All the atom bombs around the world
Strange men in a stranger world
Black night dreaming
I’m tired of thinking
Of all the meanings
All the loaded guns around the world
Aimed upon the flags unfurled
Make me see no evil at all
They want to sell your blood for oil
Make me see no evil at all
Stacking up the blood money
They got the Jones for war
See no evil
Cause greed’s in season
My TV is sleeping
In the land free
And the home of the fear
The mother of all bombs in the air
Old money dreaming
It’s stuck and scheming
Now who are you believing
The cowboy crooks or the billionaires
Victim or villain or bombardier
Stacking up the blood money
They got the Jones for war
 
WAY OF THE LAMB
Maria slits the dawn
I’m almost no one
No one like the unknown lamb
In the shadows of man
In forgotten holes
Where even animals
Surrender their command
This crown of thorns
This cross to the strange
Stranger than you wanted
Strange like the way of the lamb
I am powerless emotion
I am swinging from the night
The moon is on a string
I know you want it now
When the carnival of voices
Drowns the small talk and the jive
Like the way of the lamb
Can you dig the World War Zero
Like a man?
I tore the crown of thorns
From my head
It was such a drag
Now I’m free of all the bullshit
I know you’ll understand
Just like the way of the lamb
This crown of thorns
This cross to the strange
All the nameless gospels
All the faceless names
Of the lamb
Maria slits the dawn
I’m almost no one

All lyrics & music Dege Legg