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DVL Music
03:52
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Play that devil music
That sweet devil music
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
Play that devil music
That sweet devil music
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
Some come for the sinning
Some come for sin itself
Some come for comfort
They ain’t got nothing else
And this one’s for the sinners
And this one’s for your saints
And this one is so precious that it can’t be replaced
So raise hell up to the earth and knock heaven down to the ground
Run wild in streets and chase the Obby oss down
He bleeds for his people under his horse head crown
Trust me when I say there’s something going around
Pray pray pray
All that you can do is
Play play play
Play that devil
Play that devil
Play that devil
Play that devil
Play that devil music
That sweet devil music
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
Play that devil music
That sweet devil music
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
Dig your hands into the earth and feel its warmth raise up your skirts
Raise the dead for one last dance
Shave your head and burn your plants
Your god may need you to abandon doubt
The devil only needs for you to shout out loud
Pray pray pray
You know there’s nothing left to do
Play play play
Play that devil
Play that devil
Play that devil
Play that devil
Play that devil music
That sweet devil music
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
Play that devil music
That sweet devil music
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
Offer yourself up to tomorrow’s sun
Today belongs to the Obby oss and yesterday is gone
Do as our old folks did done
Do as our old folks done
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Sweet devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Play that devil music
Bury it and dig it up
Bury it and dig it up
And bury it and dig it up
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2. |
DRMs
03:38
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Every night and dawn, the seas are drawn
Away from her shore to the faraway storm
She bathes in the moon’s fading gaze
He only sees his face in the light of the rays
Through the night and the haze.
Oh the light of the waves mesmerized
By his reflection
But the moon’s only light is that of the suns
The moon’s only light is that of the suns
The moon’s only light is that of the suns
Never loved nothing the way that I done you
The moon never shone no light but the suns
The sheltering hand casts a long shadow too
And on the north wind I hear drums
Yeah, I hear drums
I hear drums
The ocean loves the moon with a pack of raging wild horses
That ride out on the waves with a saviour’s song
The four winds carry the sound through wild wood and orchard
And on the north wind I hear…
Drum thumping heartbeat in the farway storm
Is the moon drawn to the ocean or the ocean to the shore
Do the wind push the trees or are the trees drawn to the wind
They say it all ends as it begins
And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
And it never ends, it’s just the rising sun
When the shadows grow long, you will see me again
On the north wind, I hear drums.
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3. |
Ring the Bells
05:38
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I’m not here who can tell
There ain't nothing left to sell
Climb the stairs
Ring the bell
Climb the stairs
Ring the bell
ring the bells
you're not here anymore
if you were ever here at all
there ain't nothing left to tell
all your ghostships have set sail
there Just a frosted silhouette on the cold ground
where your shadow fell
just pennies a rusting away in the bottom of the wishing well
so set your fires
on the rocks
and send up a flare
and climb the watchtowers stairs
say your prayers and ring
ring the bells
burying sticks and stones the dirt for an all
mighty god
and praying they’ll hold out against the mob and the rising flood
and an opening sky. atop the spire the lightning rod
is the only thing standing between the flock and fire from above
when the lost souls and apostles gather at the crossroads
to shed their skin and sell their sins or their souls
for mausoleums made of gold
sell your soul before your cold
it ain't worth a penny once the bell tolls
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4. |
RED
05:47
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red rum red rum pack a pocket fulla bread crumb
put em in the bass drum
drop em in time make a bass lines head hum
when done tread some blood on the track
follow it back to where you came from
I'm the same son that let in the summer
be back when the rains come
fee fi fo fum me i know some songs about
red rum red rum pop the lock on a flaregun
aim it at the sky on high dead centre of a long-dead sun
when done shed some light in the eyes of every man in Christendom
i'm the same son born in bedlam be back with a dark song
fi fi fo fum shadow grow long under a red sun
vultures circle the wild hunt's sky
a lost soul below is sure to die
when forest mummer and the mountains roar
slam shut your windows and lock your doors
avert your eyes when the devils dandy dogs run across the skies
with the fi fi fo fum crying inna old tongue songs for the long-gone
sun redrum tread soft when you come
the rabbit is not snared by the sound of the drum
every shot fired won't bring down the bird
the first and the last frost are the worst
cold is the night when the stars shine bright
the wolf lie low and hums fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
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5. |
In the Trees
07:21
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As a 1000 stepchilds runnin wild in woods cos they never ate their dinner went to bed when they should
The shoemakers elves run sleeper cells
Out of room 13 down at bates motel
They go to church on Sunday keep em selves to themselves
there's a strange smell emanating from the hatch
the child catchers backed the klan fat hat hatchet man that hatched a plan to trap the babies in the pram and
pack em off to foreign land to kill a farmer wife
she got carving knife she splicing the bears with the 3 blind mice see the ears on they backs so they can hear the tracks the pied piper lay to attract the rats
here comes the chopper to cut off your head the woodcutters axe was left in the tool shed see the blood run red riding hoods dead certain she shoulda packed a pistol walkin through the child hood
cos the big bad wolf aint hidin under your bed and all the giant killers are retired or dead
goosey goosey ganders smashin all her eggs and pulling out her feathers cos a what happen next
old mother goose laid daddy long legs
4 and 20 bad eggs so the song sez
the wicked witch of the west
stole the kids from the nest
sold 7 on a Sunday at the market kept the rest
spawned spider monkey with ravens wings
that swarm through the night on the western winds
to hunt down the pets in ya neighbourhood
and take em back to the wild wild wood
if you ever wonder where little fifi has gone
& daddy tells you he’s in doggy heaven, he’s wrong or lying
remember the words to this song
come along children we can all sing along..
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League of the Black Rabbit Bristol, UK
A ragtag band of vagabonds and virtuosos, drawn from diverse corners of the theatrical and musical spectrums and led by Tom Quarrelle.
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