We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Wild Children

by Black Owls

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $7 USD  or more

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 6 Black Owls releases available on Bandcamp and save 50%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Gasoline - Rook EP, Wild Children, Money on the Girl, Black Owls, June '71, and Lightning Made Us Who We Are. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      $21.50 USD or more (50% OFF)

     

1.
Can you feel it in your faces? Wild Children as it courses through your veins They're placing bullets into chambers Wild Children a casting call of all your remains. And you can be revolvers if they can pull the trigger and if you take their offer they just might make you bigger Of broken, battered, blistered youth tired children in tow to creep shows very strange wagging tails making offers tired children strangers danger offers change Wild Children dark and lovely so very mean You little lambs so becoming becoming rabid & getting seen.
2.
J J J Julias Morningstar how fine we think you are t t t taking our breath away fff follow you everyday • If we could unwrap the white light then we'd see the truth that you hold the golden key to unlock our youth If you weren't so sobering and we weren't so stoned we'd cast off the trappings & give you all we've ever owned. J J J Julias Morninstar keep heavens gate ajar a a and if your flags unfurled we'll see your satin world J J J Julias Morningstar can I ride in your car? we'll teach the world to dream and we'll cover it in our cream • J J J Julias Morningstar J J J Julias Morningstar J J J Julias Morningstar
3.
I'm aware of the way I treat you I've been poisoning your water well I've come to face it I'm so commonplace in your mind slow burning for the ego lovers riding in with no chance in hell they cannot hear your lies or see your polluted eyes - nooo My sober attitude cause anytime is much too often I'm never in the mood nailed in my feeble coffin feeling such a dude waiting for the rope to soften let it slip around my throat - cause I'm not sneaking out of this one I can try - there's no reason why shallow creek of compromise is covering polluted eyes - sadly stories leaching out a moral sewer staining truth I worked so hard to find perjury served up on ice slaughtered for your sacrifice - daily My drunken attitude cause everytime is much too often You're never in the mood nailed in your iron coffin feeling misconstrued waiting for the dope to soften let it slip right down my throat, cause I've forgotten how to comfort I've forgotten how to say your name.
4.
Liberty Mean 03:45
I'm going to sit myself down - I'm going to pick your lock I"m dialing soft hot numbers - I'm staring down your smock You found my lesser nature - It wasn't far behind I kept you out of danger - You treat me so unkind and oh liberty sweet and oh liberty sly oh you're so not so discreet oh you're so not even shy and oh liberty mean and oh liberty cold well this is not my kind of scene but this is what I've been sold. and you sold it to me didn't you sweetheart?... I'm tired of choosing wisely - I've nothing good to show I'm tired of asking nicely - You're tired of saying no It must be my projection - You tell me with a kiss I bit your poison apple - I swear I heard you hiss and oh liberty cruel and oh liberty fine yeah you're a broken jewel you walk a shadow line and oh liberty hard and oh liberty blue I drew the devil's favorite card when I woke up to you. and you know that's true babe...
5.
• She invented air - so you breathe it in washed by rain - I see you're trembling now as you lie sleepless in these gambling dens and on dance hall porticos bending in the wind She was one love and 99 hates & you the deadly honeymoon avenger her dreams conspired to bury you under stone and then she walked out, leaving you alone She's your shadow - she's your hearse You're the mattock and the coffin and the nails she's bad Friday, a splinter on your church pew You're pissed you down river, now what do you do? feel like a bottle - a cork in your throat bobbing up and down the warm brown river where will you flow, past the stone & clover wash up on the shore, rolling over & over She was one love and 99 hates & you the deadly honeymoon avenger her dreams conspired to bury you under stone and then she walked out, leaving you alone
6.
it is a light, it goes off you stand alone in darkness it is a light that comes on & you find you're not alone with lies to cut the brightness these incandescent vultures they pick your mind a moment then turn your mind to stone They cover up misery exceedingly well nobody sees through their exaggerated hell they're blind carbon copied but they'll never reply to the scriptures of denial that help them get by actors in roles - of role models and citizens pull out the rug from under your sensible shoes the harder we fall the more likely they'll profit & the less ground that we gain the less likely they'll lose. it is a light, it goes off you stand alone in darkness it is a light that comes on & you find you're not alone with lies to cut the brightness these incandescent vultures they pick your mind a moment then turn your mind to stone they're in the files and pushing through penance they dot the I's and fine tooth comb every sentence human resources file objections but these vultures of dogma are just following directions they're perched atop the spires & they're airing their wings they're waiting for your intellect to wither up and die if they're patient your mind will give up such things they'll come down upon you & pick your soul dry.
7.
Heaven help us - cause no one else will it's the sweetest of potions, it's the bitterest pill it is the seventh scripture, it's the saving grace it is just me on my knees with all this mud on my face it's seersucker herringbone, mmm mmm mad paneled rooms and white foam of rabies, and warmth of the womb it's kinetic frenetic, it swirls and it spins and it lets down the curtain, and it calls us all in It is covered in elastic, it has lines for the twins its apparatus fantastic, the tempest heart of our sins I like the new edition, I like the endless battery I like the autopilot, and all the unending flattery It's your leviathon, please do not cross it's path it is no hoax of halos, no boiling sulpher bath Genoa sheets of such broad reach, Ithaca freed to touch placing wagers on the his forehead, closing light alights so much
8.
You used to care, but there's a pill for that now everything has grown beyond your thinking she planted seeds for unsavory effects as if you need a reason to stop your drinking don't use opinions or other sketchy games your melencholy bitching has hit a fever pitch soft waiting lounges spread stupid diseases as if you've crowned the season of the witch and at the mile high bonfire light you know they cant get in the swing they feasted on forbidden fruit last night Now they cannot see illumination approaching we need to understand our terrible dreams Ask yourself - hey self - what are you doing? Loneliness is from this day beginning child as if you need another life for screwing. So honey, put your gun on the ground if you wish to win the favor of the season a quiet spell of craft will ease your pain as if you'd ever need another reason and at the mile high bonfire light you know they cant get in the swing they feasted on forbidden fruit last night Now they cannot see illumination approaching Is this what you call the season of the Witch? Is it a spell that makes you such a bitch? Is this the pain that makes your eyes twitch? Is that the scratch to cure your itch? I think you need to make a switch... Before you're facedown in a ditch.... or burning bright out on the pitch... that pain you feel is not a stitch.... that's the season of the glitch...
9.
'll need the jaws of life to pry you out of that coat it's no small task what you're asking when you stick your tongue so far down my throat the heaven metal wind chimes the fat lip triggers a taste I'll take my wine in good time now Oh to the meadow let us make haste I like your bits and your bridles I like the Amish Gold It's put together so nice it's leathers good to hold you paint the prettiest pictures you make the strangest sounds we'll drink the springhouse to sand stepchild it's where the bareback riders throw down I'll show you pictures of my action machine with the girls of threadbare oh they're so smart and they're so mean I warned you two times You know I told you twice they choke on swallowed pride and your offerings they will not suffice
10.
It's polyphonic, and it sings A perfect form of joy it brings It soothes your soul, it feeds your mind Injection molded high design It fits your hand like you were born to hold it's graceful female form It reads your thoughts and heeds your prayers it's constant pleasure comes in layers INJECTION MOLDED - PERFECT FORM YOU GOTTA OWN IT - GET IT ON INJECTION MOLDED - PERFECT FORM YOU LOVE TO HOLD IT - NICE AND WARM. There's no remorse in money spent It's charms beyond measurement The magazines all love its style It makes the college kids go wild Temporary as it seems it is the cure for all lost dreams The fantasy at last is mine. injection molded high design
11.
Green Leaf 02:02
They've got cadavers, exhumed for dissection the green leaf curtain calls a prelude to fall a potion set in motion, burgundy & brown bluebloods & nooses & intellectual truces Innocence is dying - sweet child emeritus no more riding on the fence John Paul Jones I fought the windmills and the dark hills of decency I laced with poison all the plates of the thrones You always wanted someone in your own image and I laid that blanket out across your great lawn the summer season spread you thin as a visage it dried to dust and now August is gone Innocence is dying - sweet child emeritus no more riding on the fence John Paul Jones I fought the windmills and the dark hills of decency I laced with poison all the plates of the thrones Take it in stride, but listen intently Cicada swan songs call to nights growing long brownstone graveyards of maple stained money its what you paid for honey, but now it's time to go home. Innocence is dying - sweet child emeritus no more riding on the fence John Paul Jones I fought the windmills and the dark hills of decency I laced with poison all the plates of the thrones

about

11 glamorous songs from the Nest of LIfe.

credits

released November 2, 2013

black owls: david butler • ed shuttleworth • brian kitzmiller • brandon losacker • sammy wulfeck
featuring alan beavers, bass on wild children & mike brewer, guitar on liberty mean • all songs ©
black owls, amish girl music - engineered, mixed & mastered by ed shuttleworth at cordwoven nest
studios • produced by shuttleworth & butler - all lyrics by butler, music by shuttleworth. BMI®
JULIAS MORNINGSTAR/liberty mean arrangements BY SHUTTLEWORTH & BREWER • WILD CHILDREN/POLLUTED EYES/SHE INVENTED AIR/
INCANDESCENT VULTURES/SEASON OF THE WITCH/INJECTION MOLDED/action machine arrangements BY SHUTTLEWORTH, LOSACKER
& kitzmiller) blackowls.com bmi

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Black Owls Granville, Ohio

Mennonite glam rock showcasing a certain proclivity to meld the majestic with the pitifully ordinary.

contact / help

Contact Black Owls

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Black Owls, you may also like: