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© Black Owls - Lyrics: Butler Music: Shuttleworth BMI


Pat down the sleeves of the eloquent crook
Live from the pages of your holiest book
Climb down the mountain that your God shook
Watch it all from the wings of the rook

Billow smoke - billow dust - pillow dreams on high
City chokes - city rusts - city screams then it sighs
Snapping horses - clapping mad handed cries
Poet faces - tassel traces of illuminated eyes

Bring me your weak and your weary
I'll parade them
Bring me your voiceless prophet
and I will persuade him
Show me a light upon
which I may change
To see my soul rearrange - very strange

Rook precious Rook - carry me gently
to the top of the temple
Rook terrible Rook - take my soul
To the sun in the sky
So hook me Rook - ohhh marry me
To the queen of sensation
Magical Rook - lead me on
To the highest of high


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



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

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