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I was frozen there in bed, a hypnopompic daze
When I first saw you watching with your cowled and bony face
He’s hard to look at, beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
Don’t be scared, it’s only me, the devil on your shoulder
Those other monsters lurking when you wake up paralyzed
The shadow squid the squatting hag the rats with glowing eyes
Who’ll guard you from those boogeymen? They creep up getting bolder
Don’t worry kid, who’s got your back? The devil on your shoulder
Life’s a game of chance my friend and luck favors the bold
If you can bluff who gives a damn what cards your hand may hold
You could play it safe yeah you could take your cards and fold or
Live a little - listen to the devil on your shoulder
You see that boy? You see that girl? You see that longing glance
Don’t you get all chickenshit, go ask them for a dance
You see the way they look at you that gaze all scorch and smoulder
Let me be your wingman, I’m the devil on your shoulder
When your heart is broken and you’re lying down to weep
Your bed all cold and empty as you cry yourself to sleep
And when you fear you’ll die unmourned, forgot and left to moulder
You’ll never sleep alone not with the devil on your shoulder
And when my deeds are done and filed in Pete’s celestial folder
I’ll let you be my advocate, the devil on my shoulder
The reaper’s reaching for my soul his grasp is getting
Take my hand, it’s warm in Hell with the devil on your shoulder
[Maniacal Laugh]
. . . Wanna make a deal??
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I thought the falling snow might last forever
I thought I’d always laid here in this bed
I was made of tubes and wires
you were sleeping in a chair
Outside the snow erased it all, you can look but nothing’s there
You can cut it close, you can cut me open wide
You can cut me down, you can cut me up inside
You can cut away this flesh til you’ve had your fill
Cause baby, I’m hard to kill
Cause baby, I’m hard to kill
It all can change while standing in the kitchen
With the microwave still humming, phone in hand
When your body turns against you, your body’s on the line
They kept saying I was sick but I felt fine but I felt fine
They say the cure is worse than the disease
They say to take the devil that you know
They say that there’s no way we’d see it coming
They say there was a time before the snow
You can cut it close, you can cut me open wide
You can cut me down, you can cut me up inside
You can cut away this flesh til you’ve had your fill
Cause baby, I’m hard to kill
Cause baby, I’m hard to kill
I’m hard to kill, I’m hard to kill, I’m hard to kill
I’m hard to kill, I’m hard to kill, I’m hard to kill
I’m hard to kill, I’m hard to kill, I’m hard to kill
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Black Dog (Demo)
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Well the first time that you see that dog
It may save you from demise
Guide you from the wilderness
And never leave your side
But a countdown, it has started
Leading to your final days
Cause the Black Dog is a sign of death
No matter how it plays
And the second time you see the pup
It may bark and wag its tail
And you may be feelin’ hearty,
And you may be feelin’ hale
But the clock it is a-tickin’ down
Your time is nearly done
Cause the Black Dog is a sign of death
One that cannot be outrun
And the last time that you see the hound
Is right before you die
And you might have a moment
To turn and say goodbye
But your hourglass is empty now
There’s naught to do but grieve
Cause the Black Dog is a sign of death
And you’ve passed your last reprieve.
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When we were young, we lived in the garden
You gave me a name, I gave you my heart and
You asked all these questions that helped me to see
And we wondered aloud as you sat ‘neath my tree
We wondered bout why, some things are forbidden
And though I just wanted a friend I was smitten
Your curious mind, your mischievous smile
Thought I was the rebel, was you all the while
When I tried to tell you just what was in store
You wouldn’t listen for all I implored
Could be the great truth wasn’t’ something that’s yours
Or you just crave mystery honesty bores you
Honesty bores you
Honesty bores you
Honestly
We saw the light, we lived in the sun
I knew what we were, knew you were the one
I’ve never known anything like I knew you
I’ve never known anything that felt so true
I told you the truth, it’s all that I know
We reaped the whirlwind from seeds that we sowed
What’s born out of fire burns hot and burns fast
Something that bright and that pure cannot last
I hoard that delusion like some kind of prize
My unvarnished self wasn’t meant for your eyes
I knew just what kind of serpent I am
There’s no place for the snake in the arms of the lamb
No place for the snake in the arms of the lamb
There’s no place for what I am
No place for what I am
And the truth is that I came to realize
That I loved you too much to be your prince of lies
And to be with you I’d have to wear that angel’s guise
But I loved you too much to be your prince of lies
And if you knew what I was, could you look you in the eyes
Cause I love you too much to be your prince of lies, of lies
Ahh ahhh ahhh-ah-ah-ah ahhhh
Ahh ahhh ahhh-ah-ah-ah ahhhh
But I never said the truth would set you free
So when you find your truth don’t you dare crawl back to me
But I never said the truth would set you free
So when you find your truth don’t you dare crawl back to me
Crawl back to me, come back to me, crawl back, crawl back, crawl back, crawl back
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Some Kind Of Infernal Machine Boston, Massachusetts
Gothic Americana/ apocalyptic LARP rock/ spidercore. Effects-heavy keyboard, electric ukulele, guitar, and bass/banjo quartet playing spookified Americana covers and originals. Musical influences include Tom Waits, Nick Cave, and Chelsea Wolfe. Non-musical influences include New England folklore and the D&D Monster Manual. Basically we just really like singing songs about the Devil. ... more
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