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The Writer
03:39
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The writer starts to feel it
On the 295 outside of Portland
Will it still be there on the hill?
Staring down upon that town where he left it
All those years ago
Once when he was young
He can close his eyes, and still be there
Heart beating strong with fear
He can hear that rope still swaying
See the old man’s dying stare
And all it’s evil
Can he write this out of him?
Is evil born, or become?
So the writer holds this fear
Like a mother holds her baby
Like a rhythm holds a song
Because it’s needed.
So why has it brought him here?
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2. |
The Girl
02:44
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Susan, the girl in the yellow dress
Susan, lying on a blanket in the park
Oh Susan, book left open with it’s cracked spine
Susan, September found you fine
Don’t go in that house on the hill
Cause there’s a bad man waiting, there’s a bad thing there
And if I could have been there that day
Things would be different, but you went your own way
Susan, down cellar she waits for me
Susan, supine in her dress so fine
With skin like milk is white
Lips parted red as wine…
Oh Susan
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3. |
The Undertaker
02:34
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4. |
The Boy
02:41
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There in the window
Floating in space
Nails on the glass
White on the face
And is this a dream?
Pinch me awake
Lift up the sash
Invite it into this place
Move cross the floor
Undo up the latch
Dead of this night
The child thing laughs
Hands reaching out
Lips part to kiss
Do something now
Before I become his
That thing on the floor
A symbol faith of it
Raise it up now
Shake yourself awake
I’m dreaming for sure
Cause this can’t be real
I need to kill
That thing on the hill
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5. |
The Teacher
02:47
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The teacher reads his books at night
To ease his worried mind
There’s something going on up there
There’s something here inside
Cause he knows the sounds of his house
And every noise that it makes
An invitation is what they need
An invitation he gave
Quietly up the stairs, avoiding certain treads
Quietly to the door, a hand up to his chest…Oh my God
The teacher makes the sign of the cross
Falling back on the wall
The deathly guest upon him now
Floating cross the floor
I revoke now all that I gave
I offer you no more
I will see you sleep with the dead
Teacher that’s for sure
Teacher, sleep with the dead…
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6. |
The Preacher
03:05
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Father, something’s wrong
We need your faith, we need your cloth
Father, something’s come
Through this place they rise and walk
Shaman, throw down your cross
And face the thing you fear the most
Preacher, your faith is weak
Your God has left, now face this beast
Our Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
Christ what is this taste
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil, all this evil
I must now leave this place…
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7. |
The Town
02:32
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Listen to the party lines hum
High above the thin granite ground
Until the Sun goes down on the town
Resting lifeless up on the hill
That mad silhouette a black hole standing still
Till underneath the town falls to sleep
And then it wakes from its silent spell
They’ll be nightmares to keep
The towns going to keep them well
Listen for the break of the day
You once were early to rise
Now take to sleeping late
The entity of your dreams
You’d swear on your life was all but reality
All you feel is the pain when you wake
There’s something dark in this place?
It doesn’t feel right, all the locked tight shudders and shades
Listen for the party lines hum
But there’s nothing left to hear
The Town is gone…
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8. |
The Beast
02:43
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And you may find a little beast in all of us
Once for all, now just waits for you
So you play it’s twisted game of cat and mouse
Where the stakes are the highest of your life
Until you find, where it hides
It waits for you; the sun is sinking like a stone
So with hast, you must roam
From house to house, the sun is sinking with your hope
And you may find the beast it rests in all of us
Buried deep in places cold and alone
And all that’s left is the hate you feel for all of this
And in your hate lays a comfort that feels like home
So you must find, where it hides
It waits for you; the sun is sinking like a stone
So with hast, now you roam
From east to west, the sun is sinking with your hope
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Los Zapatos
02:37
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So this is the end, they got the town
One by one, they took ‘em down
There’s just us two, we’re all that’s left
To drive the stakes through, and clean up the mess
And I’ll go up on that hill, and I’ll burn that place down
And drive away, to Los Zapatos
So come now here boy, and I’ll be your dad
You’ll stay with me, we’ll do what we can
We’ll see this thing through, bad as it is
And when it’s all done, we’ll find some rest
So let’s go up there now, and burn that place down
Then drive away, to Los Zapatos
Los Zapatos
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Kurt Gunn De Pere, Wisconsin
A pure songwriter, equally informed and introspective. A talented guitarist and composer, from a climate that compels musicians to devote compassion to their craft. From solo performer to bandleader, with a style alternately whimsical and weighted, Gunn’s range will draw you in and keep you in his crosshairs. ... more
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