Cloak Of Feathers

A thing of beauty to behold, but a sorrow to possess,
She’ll take all that you offer until there’s nothing left.
Nothing left.

Face hidden in shadow beneath a hood of quills.
The pinions of her raiment conceal all her ills.

Beneath her cloak of feathers lies a body soft and fine,
Eyes of hazel green, flowing hair as dark as wine.
A thing of beauty to remember, but a sorrow to forget,
She took all that I gave her ’til there was nothing left.

Artist: The Sword
Napalm Records

Ghost

The leather soles go shufflin’ in
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin’ given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand
Kind words are offered silent prayers
But she is satisfied the most
While stabbing madly at the roast

The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve

The creditor rides with his men
The death of debtors he won’t forgive
They repossess his silver eyes
Now in the potter’s field he lies

The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve

Waitin’ for a dead man’s shoes
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead
Lookin’ as one would expect

Drippin’ with the waters of sheol
Babblin’ about body and soul
And then he found his wife in their bed
Buck naked and already wed

The tax collector beneath his sheets
The door swings open floorboards creak
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin’ given up the ghost?

The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve

The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain will receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain will receive will receive

Artist: Clutch
Scenes from the movie The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford