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TATTOO & THE LASH

from TEMPEST (CD) by BURIED HORSES

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LYRICS:
If you read the walls know that I am dead, and the chant upon my arm re-written. Went by another name when wagoning by trade. In the stirrups grinding day in day. Square to all concerned. A family man at best. But lately in the bands too proud to cadge a bit. And I ain’t no thief. Thought I was good for the trick. Cloaked by the oliver’s wink i’d unbetty that lock, use a dub and without fuss shake the bridle sound but the leary cove was down as a hammer. Awoke with a hollar with a creak of the dancers. Make to bolt with bandy leg so was n’ibbed into bracelets. Boned away. Standing small, confess. Not getting through this. Save for disgrace no less, no less than helplessness. I was given my dues. Lag’d onto the hulks. For my wind marooned, imprisoned on a boat. Branded by a fellow chum. He chiseled “man in irons”. An anchor in the stone. Unbeknown to die alone. Condemned to this my fate, did turns inside the quod. Teezed by the cat and nine. My wincing lover felt. I was sleeping in danna without a morsel sediment. Just a buffer in the street, enough with all this shit. Tried scrubbing and a cutting the stains from off my boulder. But something’s they are cut in bone wept the gashes on my shoulder. I was sent to the twist by the squeeze for harming self. The death hunter was a knocking down but I would do it all myself. And with a sharpened idle feeder dug into my bicep. My name began bleeding. Clang of chain remnants pile on the floor in a severed mess. Croaking smile, blushing sheets, bloody stains reaching for feet. Tall to the walls I stood. No less, no less I stood.

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from TEMPEST (CD), released January 2, 2011

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BURIED HORSES Melbourne, Australia

Tempestuous and tortured, Buried Horses are known for weaving tales of death and woe. Keeping firmly in line with their compatriots - The Drones, The Triffids, Rowland S. Howard - they are drawn to the darker side of existence and the trials of those trying to survive a cruel and unloving world. They deliver a foreboding vision that captures the rugged beauty of the violent Australian landscape. ... more

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