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Sailor's Creek (Live)
03:21
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I died alone
In the mud of Sailor's Creek
Gunsmoke and souls hung heavy in the air
Above the blood soaked earth
And I've wandered this battlefield
For fifteen decades
Each sunrise is step away
From everything I’ve known
I don't want your forgiveness
No absolution for the blood I've spilled
I am a fraudulent coward
A prideful rebellion gone horribly wrong
It's gone horribly wrong
I've been lost in the fog
I walked alone in the fog
I am a ghost
A specter prone
To walk this earth alone
Leaving no footprints
Lost in bewilderment
I walk alone
I walk alone
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I’ve been gathering dust underneath these sweat-stained sheets
Wake up and wait and raise these swollen hands and just rinse and repeat
The ball’s in every court but mine, nothing left for me to do
But drown in this cup, let the days fly by, and sing these floating through 20something blues
Lifestyle on cruise control, too faded to count the days
I’ve just grown comfortable way down in the dirt in this atrophied haze
But my brother said “grit those teeth, pierce the sky”
We’re just too stupid not to try
A losing fight still beats despair
There’s nowhere to go but forward, who cares
We’ll just see when we get there
And so we evolve each minute we live
The last cry of a scorching earth
Little by little, advance with each turn
That’s just how a drill works
Grit those teeth
Pierce the sky
Just too headstrong not to try
Until impossible is inevitable or every river runs dry
No more learning to love the rot
No more learning to love the rot
No more learning to love the rot
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Reflections (Live)
05:05
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I am the last of my line
Our ending in time
I know not my place
I know not my mind
I thought in death I'd be free
But even death can't take the sky from me
For I am a ghost
A specter prone
To walk this earth alone
Leaving no footprints, lost in bewilderment
I walk alone
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Raise your glasses high
Like it’s the last night of our lives
And fuck ‘em all, I feel invincible
Nothing’s gonna stand in my way
I need another and another til I drop
Feeling like a wolf among he fuckin’ flock
I’ve been silent far too long
So let it pour, pour, pour til I can’t no more
And if they try and shut it down we’ll burn it to the floor
I know just what I am
I’m a killer, I’m a sinner, I’m the man
Moonshine started pouring like a fountain
Blurry eyed, coked out, on the table shouting
“Who’s got the nuts to take me?”
Felt a motherfucker try and pull me down
Next thing I remember’s him on the ground
I’m in too deep to come back now
I’m too far gone to come down
Death or glory
Raise your glasses high
Like it’s the last night of our lives
And fuck ‘em all, I feel invincible
Nothing’s gonna stand in my way
He says that his crew’s around the corner
And that its blood for blood
A blinding flash, and a deafening crack
Is the last thing he knew before his eyes rolled back
The winter breeze stings my face
As my feet hit the sleepless pavement
Maybe I’m not who she’d hoped I was
But goddamn, I went out swinging
And I lost myself for a moment
So gone I didn’t see their car pull up
A blinding flash and a deafening crack
The last thing I knew before my eyes rolled back
Everything that I’ve done is everything that I am
I can’t hide no more
I can’t hide no more
I can’t hide no more
I can’t hide no more
Time stands still
As ashes rain from a kaleidoscope sky
Sewn to the fabric of time
While I piece together the fragments of my life
I’m my own world now
Within myself with nowhere left to run
I don’t want your forgiveness
‘Cause I am everything I’ve done
I can’t hide no more
I can’t hide no more
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