When all roads lead to nowhere
And yer pocket's fulla gold
No house, no home, no anywhere
It's only night to come
Throw them dogs yer bones
Cos yer bones a' not yer own
Yer flesh is not yer own
(And) nah, your soul, it ain't yer own
(Whoo!)
God's hidden in the trails o' buzzin' bees
Cos prayin' means-a hurtin' knees
Suckin' away all yer precious needs
Surely means a lot to me
Yer soul it ain't yer own anymore
Nah, yer soul wa' never yer own
Yer soul is not yer own anymore
Nah, yer soul, it ain't yer own
Starve...
Give it up!
Ya hear?
Give it up!
Mh-hmm
Yer soul is not yer own
(It's mine)
Yer soul is not yer own
(Yeeeaaah)
Starve away all them cursed deeds
Float over haunted trees
Starve... oh, yeah
Mh-hm, yea-heah
Whoooh-hoo...
Brother in spirit & music, Darryl Shepard (of Black Pyramid and former Roadsaw) drones his way into dark ambience with his 1-man-project "Blackwolfgoat". Larman Clamor
If you could toke a joint with nothing between your insignificance and the cold void but a spacesuit, what would you be listening to? Klepthor the Escape Artist
Two girls and two guys from Geneva, Switzerland, make raucous and danceable Slits-esque punk songs with lyrics in English. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016