Carolyn - EP

by Carolyn

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released September 18, 2015

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Track Name: Southern Psalm
Well, I've been spittin' blood on all the wrong I've done.
Hell, there's not a man as damned as I.
Whatever death has sent, I know it won't be quick,
So spare me the rites and let me got out with style.

O' Holy Ghost, O' Holy Ghost,
O' Holy Ghost won't take my soul.

I am the flame in the forest.
I am the sword of the conquest.
My name is the tremor in the earthquake,
with all the charm of a rattlesnake.

But oh how weary the soul becomes with the weight on my burdened shoulders.
The hate of a thousand men and the broken hearts of a thousand loves.
But i know when I'm dead and gone, you'll pretend to curse my bones,
'Cause everyone loves to hate to love the man that carries the gun, yeah!



But I know when I'm dead and gone, you'll pretend to curse my bones,
'Cause everyone loves to hate to love the man who sets the world on fire.

O' Holy Ghost, O' Holy Ghost,
O'Holy Ghost won't take my soul.
But Oh, who needs ghosts,
Oh, who needs ghosts?
Best get right with the man below.
Track Name: Dirtnap
I saw your name on the ledger when you approached the coffin.
I wasn't there but I wasn't -not- watching.

Black gowns and matching ties.
A grieving widow and a veil as black as night.
Each word is a word of a word that someone else has said.

A vessel sailing on the palms of past friends,
heading south for the deepest and darkest of depths.
No need for any rose trophies.
This ceremony could've gone on without me.
Every heave of dirt is another farewell to this world!

Black gowns and matching ties.
A grieving widow and a veil as black as night.
Each word is a word of a word that someone else has said.

I feel more at home in the dirt than any other worm walking the face of this earth.

Farewell, good riddance. No white pocket fences.
Shovel.