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Manic Mona
05:34
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the crooked moon comes out to play
and we're left guessing good god damn you know I hate these sorts of games
now your naked body wraps itself inside my crooked sheets
and we're left singing hallelujah
drenched in apathy, christ just let it bleed
holy mother rectify
your conditional love ran out that night
when your daughters faith didn't align
with your holy hoax
savior jesus christ
honey i swear one day you'll be better
that lingering smoke seeping deep into our borrowed sweaters
and honey i swear one day you'll be fine
I wanna see you smile like you smiled way back on our wedding night
our hearts were alters but we always refused to pray
to that stubborn god in heaven yeah he never shows his face
and now our hearts are dirty seashores
just a broke remnant
of all the overwhelming evidence
yeah i will never be penitent
honey I swear one day you'll be better
lingering smoke seeping deep into your wool knit sweater
and honey I swear one day she'll be dead
and this bible belt will unwrap itself from our bluish choking necks
holy mother rectify
your conditional love ran out that night
when your daughters faith didn't align
with your holy hoax savior
jesus christ
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Seeds
04:42
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Oh Flora I know your down by the lake
No doubt in some melancholy sort of way
and you know if I could I'd fix your soul
but theres no way not now and now no hope
Oh darling do you really know how we were cursed
the fundamental decencies parceled out unequally at birth
An oh holy leader please tell me
how'm I supposed to reap what I sow if I can never sow my own seeds
Oh Michael Oh brother see you walking through the woods
with your broke back burden of a father who never fucking would
Put down the bottle walk away
Who knew a drink could mean more than the stuff in your veins?
Oh father can you tell me what it is like
to drink yourself into submission almost every night
my birth her death its all the same
to a man like you who lives to drink it away
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Blood in your Veins
04:34
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the blood in your veins was newer than mine
and as a child you loved early spring sunshine
and I grew up bitter and cold
but I knew your heart to be the kind that never grows cold
the holes in your heart were much too large
like all the black voids wreaking havoc between the stars
mother blames the spirit I blame the brain
no matter the cause the effect is that no one will stay the same
now we're old and drinking together
and that lingering smoke
seeping into your sweater
I sing to ghosts you talk to men
I guest we've formed different ways to cope with what won't mend
the holes in your mind were much too big
the kind I'd hate to say I could never ever fix
I sleep alone
you don't sleep at all
knowing that one day
inevitably we'll join the ghosts in the walls
welcome home
the blood in your veins was newer than mine
and Flora you've honed your craft
of convincing me everything's fine
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Kaleidoscope Soul
05:48
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you were the mountains
and I was the sea
and we fought all the tempests
just wondering how on earth we could meet
an ignorance is bliss my friend
only when you know
no god could ever save you or that kaleidoscope soul
soaking up the colors like my newborn baby son
the only question left to ask is what will he become
an I felt our hearts collide at the alter
altered somehow stumbling now to pray
and we don't believe we're all born broken
needing a leader, a paster, messiah to show the way
And I was alone for most last winter
chasing off the ghosts I set free
spent my nights enveloped in darkness
oh the monsters come to me when I can't sleep
so take me down to the promise land
judge me accordingly to the sins I've built with these hands
wash me in blood if thats what you have to do
just don't let my baby child fall victim
to his fathers truths
an ignorance is bliss my friend
only when you know
no god could ever save you or that kaleidoscope soul
soaking up the colors like my newborn baby son
the only question left to ask is what will we all become
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5. |
Like Father Like Son
04:55
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forty miles away from home
Flora are you ready to watch them as they grow
and honey I'm a monster
some sort of ghost
a mix of mind a body
heavier that most
the past the present the future days
conforming oh conspiring to twist our brains
all of my vices and all of your blame
like father like son or so
they say
two hundred miles away form home
nobody to embody the blame so honey I'll just blame our ghosts
honey I'm a loser, dependent on a drink
I've got vices like my fathers
seeing ghosts when I sleep
now I'm a whisper something you'll never see
disappear into the depths of time like every other thing
your jesus your buddha the devil they lay
bloody oh disfigured on my open grave
all of existence just wipe them away
like father like son or so they say
400 miles away from home
not sure where I'm headed when I get there I will know
honey I'm a monster spend my nights alone
found a humble sort of solace in the deepest pits of this soul
the past the present the future days
conforming oh conspiring to twist our brains
all of my vices and all of your blame
I'm my fathers child yeah thats what they say
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Oodenbaux
05:17
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wet grass ankle high
running through the woods at night
darling what a shame
Long roads and bitter fruit
staring deep inside of you
I'm sorry it turned out this way
can you tell me
who's really to blame
hallelujah by and by
I'm a lovers tryst on the mountain side
underneath the laming moon
and men of men come to peace
with the inner voice and how it weeps
everyday when you are let down
and lord of lords kill the king
I'm sick of all the prophesies
choking us until we turn blue
did you really think one man held the truth?
christ on the cross tell me where I went wrong
but then again I don't believe in your scars
too fixated on the dead but still shining stars
an aching heart search for love
fill it now never enough
I'm destined to sleep on my own
with these melodies
slowly creeping up and out my through
hallelujah by and by
I'm a lovers tryst on the mountain side
underneath the laming moon
and men of men come to peace
with the inner voice and how it weeps
everyday when you are let down
and lord of lords kill the king
I'm sick of all the prophesies
choking us until we turn blue
did you really think one man held the truth?
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Cold Creeks Nashville, Tennessee
Based in Nashville, TN, Cold Creeks combine noisy riffs with vocals that are like liquid gold. Standing on the line of Indie Rock and Blues, the group produces a unique sound that the world has been waiting to hear -- both instrumentally and lyrically.
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