
Date of issue: 22.08.2011
Record label: Gold Metal
Song language: English
Grounds for Divorce |
I heard he dabbled into |
Witchcraft, I heard occult |
Oh, they’re pretty much the same |
I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves |
That’s ridiculous to say |
I heard he boiled over, cursed the town |
Had the touch, so nothing grew |
I heard that too, it’s true |
That’s a lie |
I heard he spoke in tongues, gone crazy |
I heard he was a refugee |
I heard he was a monster, a scary ghost |
Oh you know there’s no such thing |
I heard he boiled over, cursed the town |
Had the touch, so nothing grew |
I heard that too, it’s true |
That’s a lie |
We’re left with some stories inert |
But this is the part that will hurt |
And nobody learned |
And now nothing grows here |
Always a shy, unremarkable man |
Then one day he’d had it, and threw up his hands |
He filled up his lungs, and he pulled at his hair |
And he curled up his lips and he bellowed |
«You'll never know how sorry you’ll be» |
I heard he dabbled into |
Witchcraft, I heard occult |
Oh, they’re pretty much the same |
I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves |
That’s ridiculous to say |
I heard he boiled over, cursed the town |
Had the touch, so nothing grew |
I heard that too, it’s true |
That’s a lie |
We’re left with some stories inert |
But this is the part that will hurt |
And nobody learned |
And now nothing grows |
Always a shy, unremarkable man |
Then one day he’d had it, and threw up his hands |
He filled up his lungs and he pulled in his hair |
And he curled up his lips and he bellowed |
«You'll never know how sorry you’ll be» |
The looks on their faces |
You’d swear they were dead |
It finally sunk in to their bones what he said |
Thes seeds will be bitter, the harvest will crumble |
Your fields will lay fallow for years |
And nothing will grow |
People will speak of him once in a while |
As legend would have it you’ll hear it for miles |
He’ll curse up a blue streak add lead to the air |
And stink like all matter of things |
And nothing will grow |
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Lonely Lyle | 2014 |
Another Fourth of July...Ruined | 2011 |
I'll Give You Something to Cry About | 2011 |
Start Your Digging | 2011 |
Focus Pocus | 2011 |
White Pizazz | 2011 |
Battlefields | 2014 |
Technically Electrified | 2011 |
Easter Romantic | 2011 |
Trees | 2014 |
Off off Broadway | 2011 |
Gold and Final | 2009 |
No Vowels | 2014 |
Found Art | 2009 |
I Got It Online | 2009 |
Cats, Mice | 2009 |
The Drift | 2009 |
Regulars | 2016 |
Father's Day | 2016 |
Blacker Holes | 2016 |