An End to All Flesh
Sons of Perdition
Burial at Sea
Sons of Perdition
Psalm of Solitude
Sons of Perdition
I took my rifle from down off its shelf (I’m not myself but I’m nobody else) and took to the woods to be by myself (I’m not myself but I’m nobody else). That moon is a Eucharist, stale and unleaven. Those stars all are maggots in the cold flesh of Heaven. And though they grow fatted on the blood of it all, they’re destined to sicken and wither and fall. So I took that rifle from down off its shelf and took to the woods to be by myself
Sinking Hands
WovenHand
Sinking singing hands
Mercy mercy
Your darkened face
Well known to her
It’s a low low low indivisible man
To be myself again
Please get inside
Quiet in the mind of the people
Nothing new here
Under the sun
Away with me away with me
They run
Just look across and see
My weary stone of knee
Back to dust
As we have been told
Clinging to the sky
Like smoke
And it is so
bone of my bone
one desert shy
down singing fetter drowning
sinking singing hands
sinking sinking singing hands
No Roads Here
Corb Lund
The Horse I Rode in On
Corb Lund
Sugar in my Coffin
Curtis Eller’s American Circus
Serafino
Goddamn Gallows
7 Devils
Goddamn Gallows
