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Money on the Girl

by Black Owls

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1.
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
2.
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 credits
3.
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)
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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.
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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. credits
11.
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. credits
12.
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.
13.
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 credits

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A 13 song album of the hits from the Eponymous Double Album (a band camp exclusive) - featuring the hits Sometimes I wish you were a Ghost, Tree Blood, Octopus Flat, and She Was There.

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released May 5, 2012

released 05 May 2012
DAVID BUTLER: VOCALS, DRUMS
ED SHUTTLEWORTH: GUITARS, KEYS, BACKING VOCALS
ALAN BEAVERS: BASS
BRIAN KITZMILLER: DRUMS

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 - ®©
©2012 black owls, amish girl music, LLC
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Mennonite glam rock showcasing a certain proclivity to meld the majestic with the pitifully ordinary.

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