Blessed Broke

by The Blessed Broke

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1.
My Confessor 04:35
Well I warned her Not to press me But she came to my door Tapping three Aching heart frozen mind Broken key I have been sworn now Back into myself I’ve been slid so sweet Back on that shelf And I hold my spiral To myself My confessor likes to rake me Over the coals And teach his lesson through conversation Of the soul How they would love to Trample on my free will But I do well to pocket Every pill And I know that they only Do what they will And I have told my friends Not to fold their hands Oh but they never seem to Understand They like to leave such clean Tracks in the sand My confessor likes to rake me Over the coals And teach his lesson through conversation Of the soul
2.
I’ll pack the sleep from your eyes Like mud into the bricks Try if you like squeezing sand through The holes in your fists On the way down that mountain I realized my sin I that by now I’d have shed my skin Well until now I’ve had my stone in Such a bad place It’s shadow fell just short of Falling on my face The sliced hills seek perfection their young trees only pout You know that when they bleed that they bleed out Her words embedded In the palm of my hand With a lick and a flame they do brand Her mind was headed For the promised land Her body cold and dead is packed with sand When she asked me straight Is there someone that You would like to kill I told her flat not at all But I’d love to have my fill You’ll never get away with it she said you got nothing on your side But she don’t about how I’ll waste my hide It doesn’t matter anymore I’m going to waste my hide
3.
This avenue’s silence Is earned ton by ton Holding down The blood of everyone It’s light streams poorly Through its grey cloud mourning out Winter’s debt And their lines move calmly Through the door ways on Bloody Lafayette Tell your Mother A lie to get away Confess to your Father The price that he’ll pay His hatred brews low You know it’s bound flow out Hot and red Their lives might stall there To defend someone On Bloody Lafayette Your hard feelings Are written on your face You’ve got to find a home now If it’s only just a taste And if that house hold Goes down low And leaves you an empty bed Well some soul might accept you When you find your way To Bloody Lafayette Early in the morning They hose the sidewalks down Washing all their fury Back down underground So go on home now Where you’re bound to roll out In living death Well there’s not much left here And you’ve had your time On Bloody Lafayette There’s nothing left here And we’ve had our time On Bloody Lafayette
4.
Cain and Mosley Carter and Dean All shared a loyal murder of crows Each bird carries his own load of seed For Cain's portrait in mutiflora rose Their thorns do rest in cold grey rows Their eyes lifeless gleam Pride does rise like ash in the wind From their fires to their hollows and streams Hatred and yearning the devil's own plow Bleeding out broken stalks Your flesh will only burn longer now That you have chosen to talk Murder does toil in love and in time To prove our mountain destroyed Vessels of soil blood and of lime Carry you through the great void The touch of their hand would cast you in lead Your body find silence from sin The belly of love gets sewn up in thread Pierced through his hot velvet skin Tiles again brick up the mind Proven and solid by flame Driven alone by a nature unkind Removed from the shadows of blame You'd take it back now if you only could You'd still give all to be true You eyes grow empty you mind has gone cold It's time now to take it on through Wherever they look they always find More willing to take this throne Some slaves never know to open their eyes To things that their masters have done
5.
When it's all gone I'm I'm ready all the time To stow my trunk under the stairs I'll go down alone and Sketch out on the sand Who it is that still cares Diamond find weathered hand Drag me down on my knee I don't care now What they do to me Now I'm dead inside my dream Now I'm dead inside my dream There's a quiet voice That draws out all the poison But if I had my choice It'd be whiskey of course And back to that bed where I lie The black door is now fading gray It's pathway beneath rain-soaked leaves It doesn't matter now What they bring to me Now I'm dead inside my dream And when it's all gone I'm I'm ready all the time I've got my ear against the ground I'll go out alone and Seek out my atonement And drift away without a sound Diamond find weathered hand Drag me down on my knee I don't care now What they do to me Now I'm dead inside my dream Now I'm dead inside my dream Now I'm dead inside my dream
6.
A fire wraps around my wrist Father’s eyes well with tears Folded remains do not exist Of any tangible fears The ghost of stone wall Curse in the deep red Dawn of the wanderer All on my bed All on my bed What have you done desperate child In your preparation You might feel the weight of your mile Now that it is nearly done The ghost of stone wall Curse in the deep red Dawn of the wanderer All on my bed All on my bed
7.
The Kid 05:11
The kid hid his eyes he doesn’t want to show What rides around their darkened rims He’s gone now up north again With his cup filled shaking to his brim I’ve begun to care as a friend does Though I’m not sure if that is what I am The kid might need some kind of help from his kin But I don’t know if they can hold his hand His girl she takes good care of him At least that is what she said But she said he’s as happy now as he’s ever been And that look in his eyes has gone dead He’s confessed now of his criminal mind Explained that there’s not much left to give And I know now just what he’s feeling like Well sometimes you just don’t want to live But I’ve got to have a little faith in him Give him the benefit of the doubt The kid’s got himself into the kind of place now That you’ve just got to find your own way out It doesn’t make me feel like a big man To be backed up now on the wall I’d always hoped if I’d heard a valid cry for help I’d been able to heed that call

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Recorded June 16th 2008

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released December 20, 2009

BRIAN FRAME
Vocals & Acoustic Guitar

ANDREW LUKER
Electric Guitar

JEFF KOLOGE
Drums

CYNQUE ADAMS
Bass

Written by Brian Frame

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