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45 Spiders
05:15
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45 Spiders
{45 spiders on the wall ~ all in a day's work} 4x
Oh, hurry, dirty sundown
You really got a hold on me
I'm halfway home
And here come the hell hounds
I've got eyes to avoid like a plague of mirrors
And no eyes to meet
Old black dog
And cracked cathedral bell sounds
{45 spiders on the wall ~ all in a day's work}
{Down, down, down} 2x
Late at night the devil speaks
Imagination springing leaks
Shadows of madness
Down in the cracks
Marking time until the spider eggs hatch
{45 spiders on the wall ~ all in a day's work} 2x
{45 spiders} 2x
Calling out around the world
From the dirt beneath my name
Brand new blood
In fields of abandon
Oh, clock me out, dead man
So weary of the beast
Closing in, forever expanding
{Down, down, down}
Baby, don't do it
{Down, down, down}
Don't you break my heart
{45 spiders on the wall ~ all in a day's work}
{45 spiders}
{45} 3x
{4...} 2x
{Blood} 10x
{All in a day's work} 3x
©2020, Scott Hrabko
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Chant
03:54
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(Instrumental)
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Lover
03:59
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Lover
{Oh my, desire}
Never really goes away
{It only goes}
Awry and astray
{Haywire, hey, baby}
Baby, lead the way
{Lover}
To the garden
{Lover} 3x
Sad adventures
{Give it back}
In easy pleasure
{Give it back}
Cut down a dimension or two
{Never gonna, Never gonna get it back}
A sliver of soul
{Give it back}
The cyclops stole
{Give it back}
What's a body to do?
{Never gonna, Never gonna get it back}
{Lover} 6x
{She calls my name}
From a room, laughing love
{She calms the storm}
With a velvet glove
{She come in a dream}
Liberating the doves
{She comes all the way}
From heaven above
{Lover}
As above
{Lover}
So below
{Lover}
As it is in heaven
{Heaven}
Heaven is a woman
{Heaven}
Heaven is a woman
{Heaven}
Heaven is a woman
{Heaven}
{Lover} 9x
©2020, Scott Hrabko
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Don't You Haunt Me, Baby
03:34
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(Instrumental)
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Last Dance
04:07
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Last Dance
Oh, bastard of ceremonies
The scourge of stage and screen
And his subjects buzzing around him
In a frenzied fever dream
Some other anthem turns like a worm
In the darkness of his brain
Some other flag
Flapping madly in a hurricane
(Let it rain)
Oh, Jesus Christ, thrice denied
And sold out for chicken change
Revenant goons have called the tune
Like they had it all arranged
Gatling guns to kingdom come
And the crackling blood of the lamb
Our better angels better come on down
Things have gotten way out of hand
(Last dance)
In the glow of your lonely devices
Where the shadows perform
You're gonna sleep with one eye open
And rue the day you were born
(Last dance)
©2020, Scott Hrabko
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Scott Hrabko Kansas City, Missouri
Kansas City's Scott Hrabko is an independent singer/songwriter who has followed his own mercurial muse since the town's late-
80s indie rock scene.
“Hrabko’s rootsy songs are filled with trap doors, hidden nooks, and secret passageways. They’re like those dreams within comfortably familiar houses that suddenly have brand new rooms.”
Mike Warren - No Depression
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