Silver Trombones from Self-Titled by THAT Damned Band
Tracklist
| 14. | Silver Trombones | 6:27 |
Lyrics
Silver Trombones Filled With Moulde by Dylan M. Blackthorn, Amber Amnesia, and “Dead” Ben “Carleton”
Silver trombones sound the night - Dark and deep, their plight
And on an aetherial wind it flies
Silver trombones filled with mold, Spores waft through the night skies
They rest upon a tomb so cold, Where two lovers met and told the tender-est ov lies
Donning the grey shroud, Rough against her skin, His cold, dead, hand,
grave dust upon his brow, upon his lap, an ivory cask contains “the map”
to a far and distant land
Silver trombones sound the night, Dark and deep, their plight
And on an aetherial wind he flies – and he has flown away.
She tastes ov the salt and the lime, though all her tears were spent so long ago
So she kisses his hand one last time, And says the final rhyme
And sends her soul a-wanderin oh…
Silver trombones sound the night. Dark and deep, their plight
And on an aetherial wind she flies – and she has flown away
Silver trombones filled with mold. Spores flying into outer space
They rest upon a tomb so cold - Where two corpses lay hold
in their final embrace
Credits
License
CC BY-NC-SA 3.0. See the Creative Commons website for details.
THAT Damned Band is an accordion-driven group playing new music influenced by Old-time, Old World, & vaudevillian era music and styles. They are the Boogeyman in the closet, the monster in the well, the necromancer summoning spirits in the graveyard, the troll under the bridge – invoking Datura Whiskey with blood, greenskin and tattered black lace.