Blood Song from Lonesome Son by I Am the Albatross

The roads rose up
On the horizon again
And the White Plains burned
Down to ashes again
And I was waiting again
On a distant wind
And I was dreaming again
Or remembering...
A feeling.

I walk beyond
Into the settling light,
And the smoke drifts on
Through the pale night.
I draw the curtain again
I am awake again
And to the distance again
I am listening
For something.

I rest my head
On the Western Wind.
A thousand miles
You hear it singing.
It's the song of the blood
That is howling again.
It's the song of the blood
That is whispering.
Sweeping over the sun
And the horizon again.
It's the song of the blood...
Over everything
That's moving...

• Gothic-Folk
• Heavy-Americana
• Rock
• Western-Psychedelic
• desert rock
• dirty-blues
• garage
• Austin