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what it kills to grow in

by Pure Horsehair

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what it kills to grow in autumn ends and the elements are against you it's hard to breathe when things need room to grow in i see leaves fall at the base of your building i know rats and worms make their home there and can see you don't feel so bad you don't feel so bad you don't feel so bad gone are the hazy agitated days homicides and wars have had their way now let's ease back in our bed pull the sheets back and spend our days here you don't feel so bad you don't feel so bad you don't feel so bad...
2.
the room 02:49
the room get it off your chest, i've been there i've got a knife i like to slash come on your throats so thin you sweat a lot of salt and tears there's so much heat inside you why's there so much? i think if you ignite us we might combust come alive this time come on leave it all behind give it up this time give it all give it up i swore that i didn't have the room for it and still i see you eat ghost meals... ghost meals you're killin it inside you like a beast that needs to be tied up i think it could be alright though in the sheets in the midnight light come alive this time come on leave it all behind give it up this time got a life gonna die for it.
3.
garden song 03:31
garden song fear ghosts now garden and your bones have all hardened i got a weakness for sympathy and the nurses all are missin me my blood has been dusted with peonies and i trusted that i'd return sooner to you yeah, i'd have had returned sooner with strings and a tuner and patience for stellar ways and x rated days but the plants in the bed and the weeds in my red red eye you dance out of happiness and that's good, i guess got dirt on your new simple print dress the rain has stopped sinkin yet the lawn keeps on drinkin funny how to compliments can shift into dissidence big words on small thoughts look what this heady limb has caught and dropped like it can't give a shit just a cunt and two tit you're a peach with no pit i'm a bull with a bit this bed's for the taken i'm through with your rakin and castin up sentiments just leave me in the lemon scent barefoot in the shrubs by the earthworms and the grubs newly relocated severely less shaded...
4.
ballad for crooked tooth your lips upturned your crooked teeth kill me cross the country again heard you saw your father bike into his grave all those things he saved and couldn't give away lame ass town a dungeon a lame ass town i'm stuck in one drove off in love with two boys stuck in your glove box off into the country tired of breathing people and dust high miles, mile high drivin through blizzard dead and omaha mama's waitin with made up beds the christian through the blizzard hell and you licked a million flakes and it's just as well lame ass town a dungeon a lame ass town i'm stuck in one oh yeah, lost my shit got drunk fell down a bit threw it all in a garbage pail and laid down in the gutter you kissed my knee, you lit my sail you threw me up jumpin stairs on the hood, so good cussed out like we should in a lame ass town a dungeon a lame ass town a settin sun lame ass town and i'm stuck underground a lame ass town and i'm sure glad you stuck around.
5.
light as a feather i tried to unload my thoughts to a magnetic reel but the pirate low band station kept driftin through the steel light as a feather stiff as a board i jumped into the sound when you went out of town the bats were in the belfry and the birds were dead on the ground light as a feather stiff as a board light as a feather stiff as a board
6.
red night 02:39
red night red night take flight hand in your sweater were birds of a feather let's stick together fledglings broken wings borne by the river a shake and shiver can dawn deliver? flyin home

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released September 9, 2004

recorded and mixed by clay holley
gd : gtr, voc, bass, drums
shahzad ismaily : electric gtr, voc
jessica pavone : viola
jason cady : string arrangements

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Pure Horsehair Brooklyn, New York

Garrett Devoe is a singer songwriter, guitarist, living in New York City.

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