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Black Owls

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1.
Room of Spin 00:49
2.
What did you sssssay. You know what babe? She's a breath catching reminder Of the one thing you got right She's the reason in your madness And the sun in your blind site When she bit you on the lip It was to warn you of your own raw vice And when she backhanded your kit It was her way of playing nice she was there When you fended off nightmares she was there When your face lied in ruin she was there When your house fell to splinters And she pulled you up When the blues smacked you down yeaahh. I saw it 'cause I was there too. And you know I was. She was there When death set upon you she was there When the spinning wheel passed she was there Fending dragons with her hairspray And swatting sirens with the wind, and the mast.
3.
collecting maps of long abandoned cities & throwing cash around like casino clowns being insolent with strangers on the streets pulling things from your purse, & pulling strings for the worst. yeah. ask yourself, am I fighting trees bare knuckled you gotta ask yourself, is this question worth the asking & ask yourself, am I afraid of being right or being wrong tell yourself, there is no reason to say (4) NO unto your mother's own song. you could come to my city but I must warn you all there's pirates smoking bones behind every welcome sign they're very sharp and they're very cunning it's filthy lucre business they are running & the fight magnet is unarmed and that means trouble the little scrapper's seething - heavy breathing & mad as hell such sad refrain this man child's brain - lost his blind conviction But I got my money on the girl cause I've seen her and she holds herself very well I told you I’ve got my money on the girl she holds her own so very well when you were young sex was from the future life was stones and bones and glitter and radio ideas as fresh as cream spilling for the calves of spring less sleep, less noise, more dreams, & more talk collecting maps of long abandoned cities & throwing cash around like casino clowns being insolent with strangers on the streets pulling things from your purse, pulling strings for the worst. ask yourself, am I fighting trees bare knuckled you gotta ask yourself, is this question worth the asking & ask yourself, am I afraid of being right or being wrong tell yourself, there is no reason to say (4) NO unto your mother's own song. you could come to my city but I must warn you all there's pirates smoking bones behind the welcome sign they're very sharp and very cunning filthy lucre businesses running obvious intentions that no one ever mentions when you're dying the fight magnet is unarmed and that means trouble the little scrapper's seething - heavy breathing & mad as hell such sad refrain this man child's brain - lost his blind conviction That's why I've got my money on the girl That's why I've got my money on the girl That's why I've got my money on the girl she holds herself so very well
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With little more than a peck on my cheek your eulogy has left me feeble & weak such afterimages hang onto eyelashes but you have made of this world such a lie You made this day to wrap the day around so I sat up well into the night I listened closely for the thief of good memory come to steal away my own bloodshot eyes You and I are of pale common order But you and I do not make the laws I'll play upon your skin and we'll watch the roof cave in then all the heavens will look down on our sin. We picked through pretty bones of songbirds to find that not all dying words are true I found it hard to feel the blind words such things long dead should not seem anew I'd steal the coins from eyes of strangers watch pitchfork villages burn down If I thought ashen dusted coppers could bring your kingdom around I shake you till you wake your skin is half opaque Indecency becomes convention There's water in your dreams we're floating there it seems the water drains and we're forsaken.
5.
But for all this blood, and all this booze and all this strippers glitter on my shoes I may be mistaken, I may be mistaken & I may be mistaken I thought you said you'd change but I may be mistaken You left your soul deranged but I may be mistaken I thought I'd seen a clearing but I may be mistaken Such prescient voice I'm hearing but I may be mistaken & I thought you stopped the drinking but I may be mistaken of those you left unthinking but I may be mistaken & I thought I knew the fakes that I covered all my mistakes & I figured God would be here & I figured you'd appear I figured God would be here I figured you'd appear I figured clouds were falling I figured you were calling I thought you said you'd change You left your soul deranged I thought I'd seen a clearing Such prescient voice I'm hearing I thought you said you'd change but I may be mistaken You left your soul deranged but I may be mistaken I thought I'd seen a clearing but I may be mistaken Such prescient voice I'm hearing but I may be mistaken
6.
Oh the dirty argonauts and ladies painted up like trash with power slides and bleak divides & eyes as black as Afghan hash with bloody face and bloody knuckles & troubled girls in glaze of meth and guitar heros falling flatline and the singers singing songs of death with whipped up matted heads of hair cowboy hats and glitter tights there's beer on ice and there's sacrifice & broad white ties and lighter fights now get your ass up out the dungeon and get those drunks up on the stage now tell the press to mind the bottles enact that band to act their age I've seen them breaking bones of bastards & I've seen them fall upon the floor this band is trouble in a body bag they get the bootlace out the back door
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I've got a question for you. And I need you to answer me very seriously. Hey careless teenage smokers take your fingers from the chain links they are rusted hey careless teenage smokers musty mouthy pricks - flaring nostril hicks hey careless teenage smokers flinch to light the pouts - until they put you out hey careless teenage smokers time for you to run the world, so wake up, wake up, wake up tired programs for star machines social network monsters in magazines without experience and no remorse wise beyond years, child of divorce careless teenage smokers bring me booze and candy right here, right now, right here right now don't stare you lonely losers, pay attention to me bring me your dignity - it's for my own amusement it seems your lights are fading so wake up wake up they were breathing, they were laughing they are falling so behind they are trying, they are flying they are dying on the vine
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Well I thought you were crazy, laying down on the boulevard ohhh acting so manic, the sinking queen of your sideshow Then I thought I saw a reptile in your profile, smiling bright in the sunshine oohhh the magic so tragic, you strung me up like a scarecrow so when I died on your doorstep today my mouth dried up & my skin just turned to leather oh you stand as my shadow from the sunshine and tell me everything is going to get better better I feel the weight fade away that weight fades awayayay I feel the weight fade away from my soul now I feel my soul start to fray and my mind fade away please don't tell me that I'm looking better please don't tell me that It's now or never please don't tell me that I'm acting better please don't tell me it'll come together, come together
9.
Broken 04:18
Well all this drivel that you speak It won't help you In the break down Walking feeble acting meek IT will not save you In the shakedown all the buggers that tweak They will not pull through In the breakdown & all the answers that you seek They are not found here In the take down Your hydroponics & your stereophonics Your 4 leaf clovers & your brothel blues And your Mean speed greenies And your touchy feely friends It's where the party ends And you die by your rules You're not paying attention You're breaking down You're not missing anything But you're breaking down You're not paying attention You're breaking down You're not missing anything stepchild I can see by the look in your eyes but I can tell you one things for sure you're breaking down, breaking down
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You may not find that In the gleaming spires of new York city You might not find that In the neon glow of Tokyo Where words are cheap And nothing sleeps But even working girls Are downright pretty You filled the rigs You've thrown the crow You've got to go, you've got to go, you've got to go So blow the low salt sinners right the rolling trains fight the good fight winners to blow your shattered brains Ed said he has six strings to walk a million styles And we're not too strung To leave you hung and kill Your tempest whiles 'cause this is just rock and roll So let's not get too wound or chained out just Let the hipsters roll and Find their soul that's what It's all about
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Neat as a pin - alarmingly thin she's waiting for some kind of ship to come in On transom waiting her egos deflating and patience is not of her virtue it's social distress & oh such a mess and the itches can't hide all the scratches it's less than expected, this one time neglected is not what they said it would be Oh dearly deflowered - this is not your finest hour this playground that you built upon your gloom for all your searching promise they laid their hands upon is not the end that comes too soon. Fair willow hair, and not all there & trolling through warm banks of shallow waters her casts are predicted they're easily picked and the fisher has become the bait and this one dishes precarious wishes and one is as good as the others but there are no mothers here & there are no rules dear the street's a filthy bed partner.
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Some call it foolish But I know that they know better and some call me blind But they can't see the way and I'll tell you one thing I'm alive and I am speaking And I'm the poster child For all that she would save Amateur manicure & fertile profile sweet spice singing & jangling jewelry the longing lipstick on the venus flytrap the magic cavern & spider eyelashes.
13.
White Carpet 03:30
glad handed by the sad cats the streets have testified paid out in laid out greenery white lightning's by your side You're stunned by falling offers you're welling up with fears these magic-potion ponies are reeling in your years white powder kegs - silver golden legs & carpet baggers & chronicle bones midnight laces - oh with those shrinking faces in veils of fog machine - you know they're so far from home white carpet calls to slumber white carpet pulls you in white carpet shows the stains and the white carpet it hides the sin so lay down and feel it softly rest easy in the room of spin because the white carpet buries burdens & the white powder blends right in let's go swimming in white carpet let's go float on the white tide let us drown in bright white oceans take a long white carpet ride let's go swimming in white carpet let's go float on the white tide let us drown in bright white oceans take a long white carpet ride
14.
Tree Blood 06:08
she's making it feel so lovely, making it feel so nice, making it feel so lovely, making it feel alright - wouldn't she love to comfort, wouldn't she love to hold, wouldn't she love to see me, coming in from the cold.. Yeahhhhhhhhh your woman is hungry - she's hungry for some truth she's manic and she's thirsty & she's aching for her youth her sorrows defined, but not so well earned and you know I saw her laughing just a little bit on the day that your flag burned she oh so lovely yeah, you know that, you can't understand such monsters enraged, in car-sickened fights & they're flashing their penance, and flashing their bright lights bright lights, bright bright lights and they're stepping on the gas, and they're cursing the road and they're asking forgiveness of nothing that they've sowed The sky and the earth are masonry mud and I'm drowning in bitters and I'm drowning in tree blood your tongue is a river - your words are a flood and I'm drowning in bitters and I'm drowning in tree blood The air is of substance, it's so thick and so tan like the warm paneled wood inside of your van the van of your promise, the van of your word it holds the truth hostage, gagging unheard So walk thru the pine bows, walk thru the rain and walk thru the dark town of the insane & swing your dead thoughts - swing them high over your head and call for the bakers to come bake them in bread she oh so lovely yeah, you know you can't understand The sky and the earth are masonry mud and I'm drowning in bitters and I'm drowning in tree blood your tongue is a river - your words are a flood and I'm drowning in bitters and I'm drowning in tree blood (2)
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Your band of hipsters, you know they hurt my ears their sense of irony shallow when covering Brittany Spears but I like their handlebar moustache's & I like their skinny jeans but they use too many pedals & I don't know what the fuck their lyrics mean And they wrote a song about you they called Nude with a gun & I think that's kind of funny but they're not being very fun & their burdens on the public & their genius is lost on me But they must be something special & I'm just too dumb to see You used to date the singer, you're with the drummer now this bands your new direction so it's got to work somehow You like their beards and ballcaps, & you like their tree tattoos & You like them taking pictures of you with guns in the nude They're going to do a whole set based on the poetry of Wendell Barry They're going to play it in the basement of their trust fund bakery there will be PBR, there will be pipes stuffed with borkum riff there will be handmade tee shirts, & there will be fix gear rallies there will be white belts, there will be messengers, & there will be buskers there will be Holga cameras, there will be vintage japanese denim jeans, there will be duct tape wallets, & there will be prescription Ray Ban sunglasses, there will be nitto stems and campy cranksets, and there will be local gin there will be George Jones playing in the background, so please come in.
16.
Octopus Flat 03:56
It was dark as the devil she ran it like that & there was always a score Down at Octopus flat There were arms for the keeping There were arms strangling lies There were arms gently soothing And arms in the sky I found arms in my pockets And arms in my shirt They crept down my pant legs And into the dirt They tore out my eyes and They filled up my head When they took all they wanted You know what they left me for dead And the arms belonged to she And she belonged to no one And no one would believe me Till she killed me with my own gun Yeah I said the arms belonged to she And she belonged to no one And no one would believe me she killed me with my own gun
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It's not I'd wish you were dead - instead I'd miss your fretting head - she said you get so close to me - sometimes your soul is all I see - not mine but if you moved in spirit planes and if you rattled spirit chains I'd get a chance to witness you I'd get a chance to see the truth Sometimes I wish you were a ghost so I could walk right through you Sometimes I wish you were a ghost you'd be my holy host so I could feel such cold and you would not grow old
18.
Those girls of alabaster dark as dungeons, right as rain with fingertips of lightning they wrote your book on pain They're cigarettes and scripture unfolding layered books flip through their dog-eared pages fair warning feckless crooks They've swallowed boiling rivers charcoal timbers, stones of pride with nothing so black to cover the killing seasons bread divide They hold no continence sir for flattery in chains those girls of alabaster in carriage roll refrains They've vowed to make the mending they've prayed upon the soil their blisters all have calloused from years of cloven toil They've choked down guilty verses so bleak to snuff out dreams yet they provide so stoically no thorns to harken screams Those girls of alabaster dark as dungeons, right as rain with fingertips of lightning they wrote your book on pain
19.
If I could take that car - I'd take it I'd take it I'd break the law I would - I'd break it I'd break it I'd wake the neighborhood - I'd wake it I'd wake it I'd shake their moral core - I'd shake it I'd shake it But for my butterfly - the lord and my soul I have no other side - If this truth be told But for my butterfly - let madness unfold such graces such a lie - such kingdom so cold If I could will such deeds - I'd will it I'd will it If I could fill such needs - I'd fill it I'd fill it If I could kill the pain - I'd kill it I'd kill it with magic bullet booze - I'd spill it it I'd spill it But for my butterfly - the lord and my soul I have no other side - If this truth be told But for my butterfly - let madness unfold such graces such a lie - such kingdom so cold I'd make the evening news - I'd make it I'd make it I'd fake the suicide - I'd fake it I'd fake it I'd stake such golden claim - I'd stake it I'd stake it I'd rake in perjury man - I'd rake it I'd rake it But for my butterfly - the lord and my soul I have no other side - If this truth be told But for my butterfly - let madness unfold such graces such a lie - such kingdom so cold
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PipeSmoker 03:24
I am the minister of backward thought & I'm the one your mother warned about I am the lion rider with silver spurs and all I am the skeleton in a stovepipe hat the one that you've always dreamed about I am the pipe smoker & I'm coming for you all I'm the stiletto sticking out of backs the one that you would scream about I am the laughing wound I am the burden and the beast I'm not the figment of your imaginations that's manifest of your confessions I'm just you when all your sanity's been fleeced I am the dead divide of tanning hides and all their trophy mounted heads I am the culture killer, the liquor spilling whore I am the burgundy of blood red profit You've never read in the printed pages the rock of ages torn up pages that are scattered on the floor
21.
The symphony is a tonic And the playwright has a plan & the orchestra is in motion And you intoxicate my land I'll find you in the epilogue Or else I'll find your curtain call If Youre not listed in the program I might not find you here at all When I stumble to find you crumbling all the numbing rings of fate Its a chance I take And it's my mistake All for your summer machine Ghostly walking on oceans And drinking these magic potions it tastes so great When it seals my fate all for your summer machine Sunshine rides on your hips And it bridles your lips So sharp and so sweet In the breaking heat And then it goes and here it comes Oh look at me I am all thumbs I am in autumn falling faces Falling frowns and dreery places A messenger a mess indeed A missing germinating seed From summers garden summers host From summers death comes summers ghost So, straight from your tv screen So Fresh and so clean you have to see it to believe It is the summer machine
22.
I crawled out the hole where I was hiding a choke grey smoke replaced the green & you fanned the flames that were receding in the darkest trees I'd ever seen & I climbed right up to to build a nest there where you swore I'd never been you came to see me in my nightmare they were the darkest trees You've ever seen would you climb up there for me? Oh, please. They are stove pipes and they are buildings and they are women and they are mean They are reaching out to take you up into The darkest trees you've ever seen So would you climb up there for me? Babe I'm asking you would you please? Look deep into my eyes Tell me you don't like what you see Plenty of dead dreams make my mind But that don't matter much to me, not me. Demons and mothers, demons and mothers Demons and mothers, demons and mothers they are demons and they are mothers and they are snakes and drama queens and they won't get lighter as you get older They are darkest trees you've ever seen. They are darkest trees you've ever seen.
23.
Skynyrd 04:18
It's where they grow the tobacco - so they're okay with smoking and if jesus came back down today - they'd offer that boy up a smoke they'd say Jesus, we're sorry for sinning - but you know the north is still winning and the rain hasn't fallen - oh jesus, can you open the sky? And if it wasn't for Lynyrd Skynyrd - they'd all hate his long hair jesus would be ever so nervous - as all the people stop and stare & he's asking you for your grace - but you are not listening jesus is in the hospital - he's watching evening news he's outside of Benton - they're feeding him interveinously and everyone is praying - but nothings getting done. No. Can you do us a favor? can you open up your coffers? can you pull out your catheters? Hey Jesus can you give me a light? can you lift up our voices? can you settle our fights? can you bail out our sins? Oh Jesus can you make it all right tonight? it's where they grow the tobacco - so know they're okay with smoking and if jesus came back down today - you know they'd offer that boy up a smoke they'd say Jesue we're sorry for sinning - but you know the north is still winning and the rain hasn't fallen - oh jesus christ can you open the sky? Cigarettes and war, fundamental religions they're all old fashioned, remnants all they're no longer needed, no longer fashionable no longer worshiped, & we're just waiting for them to fall.
24.
Time ticks on - it's machinery prodigal son with your mask of thievery blind chosen one - it seems to me prudence has won unconditionally dust to dust - angel dusted man in god you trust - sleep in your garbage can from riches to bust - with your snow white tan listen to us, we are your biggest fan, man Tinkering around with your sanity you put the flat flat in flattery it's not at all that it's cracked up to be you ripped the art from my artery reasonable losses - count them 1,2,3,4 dissolving choices on dirty hotel floors and inner voices only asking you for more the fingertip bosses come in to reassure
25.
You feel the pain in your mouth it's an affliction - so devour, we shall become your addiction with vocal remedy, in God's hands, it's charming you're feeling so light and so easy - it's alarming It's not a remedy indeed it's quite the worse son It starts out just like a kiss and ends a blinding curse You cannot see for the fog rolling in your eyes now all the clamor and glamor, it slowly dies just take my breath in your hands and release me our souls have soaked through the skin can't you see Our reputations mired in this tattletale fiction - but devour, we shall become your addiction with seasoning of the lurid devices intoxicated, we paraded in drag our permutations come in so many sizes you can't decide which one to take from the bag With proper drowning of the secret surprises babe You recognized us in our tragically poor disguises I didn't wanna see you strung out and quivering - but your blood is growing so cold now, you're shivering Such paradise in the backseat disarmed your armor this time the poisonous snake it lulled the tired charmer washed up on chinese rocks where no words are spoken the connection between your mind and your body, it is broken the wind has changed to the west and now it's troubling your nightmares growing tenfold, and now it's doubling with no prediction of such painful constriction - you devoured, now we have become your addiction.

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The eponymous third release from Ohio-based Black Owls. A double album of 24 songs. Dig it.

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released May 1, 2012

BLACK OWLS ARE:
DAVID BUTLER: VOCALS, DRUMS
ED SHUTTLEWORTH: GUITARS, KEYS, BACKING VOCALS
ALAN BEAVERS: BASS
BRIAN KITZMILLER: DRUMS
LIVE ONSTAGE WE FEATURE
SIR BRANDON LOSACKER ON KEYS & guitar

Produced by Black Owls
(Shuttleworth/Butler)
Recorded/mixed/ENGINEEERED BY
ED SHUTTLEWORTH
at Cordwoven Nest Studio
Mastered by Brian Lucey - Magic Garden Mastering
lyrics: Butler Music: Shuttleworth - ®©
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Mennonite glam rock showcasing a certain proclivity to meld the majestic with the pitifully ordinary.

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