from by Black Owls



© Black Owls - Lyrics: Butler Music: Losacker BMI


Figures eights and Mock salutes
The thing about booze is no one loses
lucite tombs with ladders and chutes
God is still magic to The ones that he chooses

something moves- in the flowers
Spreading like ivy - poison vines
Drop your locks from the ivory tower
If you're a prisoner you're a friend of mine

And you smell like gasoline
And you taste like a liar
I will light up your lining
I will set you on fire

It happens fast - very suddenly
Somebody else is now wearing your skin
The dead still love long after they're dead
As long as you invite them in -so invite them in

Your world grows dark, but not dark enough
The red tide laps up at your feet
You must be stoic sweet child -act tough
This dance has moved into the sweet street, the mean street

I'll see you In between street
When god has washed it clean street


from Gasoline - Rook EP, released February 19, 2014
David Butler - Vocals
Brandon Losacker - Guitar
Ed Shuttleworth - Guitar
Brian Kitzmiller - Drums
Kip Roe - Bass



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Black Owls Granville, Ohio

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

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