Blue From Black Songtext

I got thoughts hung wretched side my mind

Oh, back street bedrooms, cum-soaked sidewalks,

Tell tale bruises base a my spine...



An a song spat cross the room, bled raw, bled beautiful

An I tasted every line

Tasted like Tuesday nights spent coughin up bad memories

Faces to the left an right an ahead a me,

Well they faded with the twisted snarl inside a me

Blue from black in front a me


Woody Guthrie rollin cigarettes by train-tracks stretchin other side

Of a fistful sleepers, bound up blinded,

Ease me, yes, I'm driftin for a time

An I heard them singin some old rebel song, means nothing to no-one anymore

Just a flick-knife whisper cut cross history

Slogan scrawled cross shit house door



Oh, and the queen done propositioned me,

He had a song he sang to me

Was a tattered love song, ode to someone chewed the soul from outta him

But the song that snared my senses, yeah,

Wasn't his, was someone else's, yeah

And I can't recall a single line,

An I never heard that song again