Physical copy of the Lonesome Son CD! With art by Ila Rose and gatefold package with printed lyrics!
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ships out within 3 days
Dust cloud covers the horizon
And mingles with the blood-red rays of the rising sun.
Dropping like flies
Look! There goes another one.
Get the shovel, get the job done.
Ain't a drop of water in the river bed
Just the diamondback, the cottonmouth,
The bull & the copperhead.
We're hanging in the balance, hanging by a thread
Raised my arms to the blazing sky and I said:
“Rain down, won't you rain down?
Cover up the ground, let the earth drown
And rain, rain down.”
No shelter, no shade out along this trail
Just the buzzard & the crow, sparrowhawk & the red-tail,
Circling, ever circling
Watching without fail
Watching for the flesh to go pale.
You got to keep moving slow
That's the first thing you learn
And the troubles of others are none of your concern.
You got nothing to give, you ask nothing in return
Just pray for something gonna come to ease the burn...
Take it easy on the highway
There are gamblers, rogues, & thieves.
Wired-eyed wanderers, desert drifters,
Crippled hopes, & dead dreams,
Watchful eyes in the shadows & light
Scanning for their next meal.
Midnight mutterings, sideways glances,
Flashing grins, flashing steel...
Yes, the furnace is fired up, lakes are dried up
Brother, what'd you do for that drop in your cup?
All systems are breaking up, folks are giving up
Can't find the strength to go on.
Leaves are falling in the middle of spring
And the red sun hangs, bloody and dripping
Casting its wrath over everything,
Oh God, or the Devil, or whoever
Won't you bring your
I Am the Albatross combines the backwoods mysticism of old-time American folk songs with the savage spirit of rock, punk and psychedelic noise. Heavy Americana, Gothic Folk, Western Psych, Desert Garage, Rock n' Roll.