Tree Blood from Black Owls by Black Owls

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)

• Rock
• classic
• glam
• indy
• punk
• Granville